Chapter 105: Taking Action
“Are you ready?”
A refined voice sounded softly by his ear.
Qin Xiangjun, dressed in sleek combat attire, looked every bit the valiant warrior rather than her usual graceful self. Especially striking were her long, straight, and shapely legs that captivated attention.
One lecherous onlooker dared not meet her gaze.
He was absolutely certain—this was a dangerously formidable woman.
Definitely, absolutely not to be trifled with!
“Mm!”
Fang Qingyun gave a short affirmative, swinging the heavy sword in his hand lightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I must thank you again for your support.”
“Not at all!” Qin Xiangjun smiled slightly. “Remember, you owe me a favor.”
“Of course!”
The heavy sword in Fang Qingyun’s grip was a psychic weapon of the second tier—a gift from Qin Xiangjun herself.
There was also the blood-stained greatsword from Murong, another heavy weapon suitable for him, but this particular sword seemed tailor-made to maximize his power.
When Qin Xiangjun had first given it to him, he hesitated to accept it, but after trying it out a few times, he couldn’t bear to put it down.
A favor exchanged for a second-tier weapon. Even with Fang Qingyun’s current stature, he had gotten the better end of the deal.
Yet, Fang Qingyun was certain this weapon was worth the price.
Moreover, Qin Xiangjun had promised to assist him this time—perhaps even to confront the teachers head-on.
“Phew!”
Fang Qingyun exhaled deeply, his gaze settling on the attribute panel.
[Host: Fang Qingyun]
[Profession: Martial Artist]
[Level: Fourth Tier]
[Strength: 34 (+)]
[Speed: 38 (+)]
[Constitution: 37 (+)]
[Spirit: 37 (+)]
[Psychic Power: 305 (+)]
[Shooting: Intermediate (+)]
[Swordsmanship: Intermediate (+)]
[Blade Technique: Beginner (+)]
[Psychic Control: Beginner (+)]
[Skill: Killing Decision (15th Transformation) (+)]
[Summoned Beast: Dragon King Lion]
[Origin: 9695]
Having spent over half a month hospitalized and then another week training, all of Fang Qingyun’s attributes had risen again.
His swordsmanship had advanced to intermediate, and his Killing Decision skill could now unleash the force of its 15th transformation.
As his power grew, so did his summoned beast Xiao Hei, who had now reached the high-tier general rank—and was not yet at his limit.
“Teachers? So what if they come?”
Fang Qingyun channeled the power of the Killing Decision into his psychic greatsword.
A low hum rang out.
The greatsword emitted a faint ringing as endless blood-red energy surged from its blade.
Even Qin Xiangjun took a step back, wary.
Dangerous!
Qin Xiangjun wasn’t sure just how powerful that strike could be, infused as it was with the Killing Decision’s might.
“Killing Decision is indeed strong, but…”
Qin Xiangjun furrowed her brow. She had approached Fang Qingyun more than once since he began cultivating the Killing Decision, urging him to switch to a different skill.
He had declined, citing a lack of suitable alternatives.
Qin Xiangjun had insisted she could find one for him, but Fang Qingyun had laughed it off and refused again.
Now, with the teachers about to arrive, it was no time to argue.
Still, Qin Xiangjun had made up her mind. Fang Qingyun’s talent was remarkable, and his courage and wit even more so. It would be a shame to waste such potential.
The student council office was in the same area.
Fang Qingyun and Qin Xiangjun each dragged a chair and sat down, waiting for the teachers’ arrival.
Meanwhile, three squads of the disciplinary team—sixty men armed with submachine guns—stood with cold barrels trained on the entrance.
The moment the teachers entered the student council office area, their tempers cooled instantly.
So many guns, so many cold barrels—no matter how much rage they carried, it was suppressed.
“Fang Qingyun!”
The leading teachers strode up to him, fury in their eyes.
“Stand up. We have questions for you.”
Fang Qingyun raised his eyes without standing.
“I don’t recall having much to discuss with you teachers. Our salaries are paid by the school’s finance department; missions are assigned and handed over in the task hall; if you want to train with weapons, go to the armory. What business do you have with my student council? Are you trying to take over our missions?”
The teachers were so furious they nearly vomited blood.
Why did this happen?
If they had any choice, none of them would want to come here.
They would rather never see his face again.
“Get to the point!” one teacher snapped, pulling the others aside. “Why are you cutting off our resources?”
“Oh, that’s simple. Because you don’t deserve them!”
“How dare you!”
One teacher shouted.
“You’re the ones who are audacious!” Fang Qingyun snapped, standing abruptly and glaring coldly at them. “Why should you have them? Tell me—have you fought on the battlefield? Have you made any contributions to humanity?”
“The Snake King clearly stipulated that teachers’ salaries are issued by the school’s finance department!”
“If you want other qualifications, fine—follow the rules. Either cultivate special talents for the school, win merits on the battlefield, or execute missions…”
“So why come begging at my door?”
The teachers roared in anger.
“Fang Qingyun, how dare you!”
“You’re the ones who are audacious. No, you’re full of nonsense!”
A powerful aura suddenly burst forth from Fang Qingyun, scattering the rising energies of the teachers.
“What are you trying to do?” Fang Qingyun said coldly. “Want to fight me? Go ahead and try!”
“Heh.”
Qin Xiangjun smiled quietly beside him, releasing her own powerful aura.
A high-tier general rank!
Instantly, the teachers’ auras were disrupted.
Then, enraged, they roared back with even greater force, pushing back the pressure from Fang Qingyun and Qin Xiangjun.
To become a teacher at the Martial Arts School, one needed at least a mid-tier general rank.
Among these teachers, some were even high-tier generals.
This was the Northwestern Military Academy, on the front lines. Other schools mostly started from regular general ranks, with few mid-tier generals.
To pit just two people against the teachers of the Northwestern Military Academy was a fantasy.
But as Zhao Junhong said, if quality isn’t enough, make up with quantity.
“Oh dear, it’s about to fight!”
Zhao Junhong’s exaggerated shout rang out.
All the disciplinary team members cocked their weapons, aiming at the teachers.
Behind them, another squad of enforcers appeared, brandishing psychic grenades.
The teachers’ anger stiffened on their faces, their aura restrained involuntarily.
That scoundrel Zhao Junhong had a record; he would certainly order an attack.
“Enough, teachers. You don’t want to tear things apart,” Fang Qingyun waved his hand, the first to restrain his aura.
Qin Xiangjun followed suit.
The disciplinary team lowered their weapons and grenades.
Seeing this, the teachers also receded their aura.
“Resources won’t be handed to you out of thin air!” Fang Qingyun said calmly, facing the teachers. “I have two options—please choose.”
“One: The student council has some missions and hopes the teachers will cooperate to complete them.”
“Impossible!”
The teachers rejected the idea outright.
As teachers, how could they be ordered around by Fang Qingyun?
They might as well complete the missions themselves.
Besides, who knew what tasks Fang Qingyun might assign?
They weren’t about to throw their lives away!
“Fine, then the second.”
Fang Qingyun stretched and stepped forward with a smile.
“Let one teacher fight me. If you win, you take the resources. If you lose, you leave quietly.”
Zhao Junhong snorted.
He preferred to go head-to-head with the teachers.
Loser is a loser!
Fang Qingyun and Qin Xiangjun both disagreed.
Even Zhang Mei and Gu Xi disapproved.
This only deepened Zhao Junhong’s resentment of Cui Sheng and Qin Ran.
If it weren’t for those two bastards constantly wasting resources and spoiling the teachers, they wouldn’t have to bear the consequences.
Did they think they could just serve for two years and walk away unscathed?
They must pay back every dime they wasted!
Zhao Junhong’s gaze grew icy.
If they couldn’t pay, then they would sell their bodies to repay the debt!
“Are you serious?” a teacher stared at Fang Qingyun, sizing him up. “You, a student, challenging us teachers?”
Fang Qingyun smiled faintly.
“This sort of thing isn’t unheard of.”
At the Martial Arts School, students challenging teachers was not rare.
Martial artists usually had fiery tempers.
When anger flared, win or lose, they fought first and asked questions later.
Of course, some simply wanted to hone their own strength.
“Very well, since you say so, I’ll indulge you!”
A teacher stepped forward calmly.
“Fang Qingyun, before we begin, let me tell you: it’s not that we covet these resources. It was Cui Sheng, Qin Ran, and Wang Xuan who agreed to this. Just because the vice presidents changed, doesn’t mean past agreements don’t count.”
“Even if you bring this to the Snake King, I’d say the same.”
Nonsense!
I don’t believe it!
Do you dare to confront the Snake King?
Try it!
You’ll never return!
Fang Qingyun chuckled.
Actually, he understood this point.
The previous vice presidents had just agreed, so the teachers supported them.
Then the leadership changed and they denied it—did the teachers’ efforts mean nothing?
Playing games?
Vice presidents change, but the student council remains the student council.
Promises made in the name of the council must be honored.
Breaking the contract is the council’s fault.
But from Fang Qingyun’s perspective, these resources were vast but meaningless—only trouble for the council.
Knowing trouble would come, why follow through?
Am I crazy to buy trouble?
It was a matter of principle.
Each side believed they were justified.
“Teachers are right. But such a large sum, we can’t produce it. So, one match to settle this!”
Teachers and disciplinary team members retreated, clearing the space for the duel.
Student Council Vice President and Acting President: Fang Qingyun.
Teacher: Xi Liuyan.
Before the fight began, Qin Xiangjun whispered in Fang Qingyun’s ear.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. There aren’t many teachers I care about in this school, but this one is no ordinary man. He followed the Snake King and when he left the army, the Snake King was furious.”
“Oh!”
Fang Qingyun swung his greatsword a few times, smiling slightly.
He certainly knew the man before him was formidable.
He had hoped the opponent’s carelessness would send out a mid-tier general or a regular high-tier general.
Who knew the man was such a powerhouse.
This teacher’s pressure was nearly as intense as Qin Xiangjun’s.
When he stepped forward, the other teachers didn’t object; some even showed faint pleasure.
Clearly, the teachers had great faith in Xi Liuyan.
But Fang Qingyun was confident in himself too.
“Swish!”
He swung his sword fiercely, his eyes gleaming.
The sword cut through the air with a sharp whistle.
“Such power!” Xi Liuyan frowned slightly.
“Not just power!”
Fang Qingyun smiled faintly and launched the first attack.
In a single stride, he closed the distance to Xi Liuyan, raising his sword to strike down.
The greatsword sang piercingly through the air.
“Indeed, not just power!”
Xi Liuyan’s expression turned grave.
His fists appeared before him.
“Bang!”
Fist met sword in a direct clash.
Clang!
The sound of metal locking rang out.
Fang Qingyun’s eyes widened slightly.
Xi Liuyan stood unmoving like a diamond, his face stern and unyielding.
“Hah!”
He shouted and swung his fist back, striking the heavy sword.
Fang Qingyun’s face changed as he pressed down with even greater force.
“Boom!!!”
The giant sword was knocked aside.
Fang Qingyun retreated step by step, but Xi Liuyan only took a slight step back before charging forward.
“A student with your strength is rare,” Xi Liuyan said coldly. “But you’re too young, lacking experience.”
“Bang bang bang!”
He struck first, fist after fist, his metal fists gleaming with icy light.
His punches were relentless.
A flurry of fist shadows hammered at Fang Qingyun.
Fang Qingyun could only continuously block with his greatsword.
The strength surging through his hands left him silently amazed.
Such power!
Almost enough to knock his sword away.
The sword weighed over 300 pounds, and with Fang Qingyun’s strength, it was wielded with over 2,000 pounds of force.
Yet he was still on the defensive.
This was a fierce offensive fighter.
Against such an opponent…
Fang Qingyun’s eyes flickered.
He calmed himself, swinging his sword to block every attack.
His spirit was strong enough to keep him composed and ensure defense against all blows.
He didn’t counterattack—just endured silently.
“Bang bang bang!”
The punches thudded against the greatsword.
Fang Qingyun occasionally stepped back but showed no sign of defeat.
The teachers watched coldly, their eyes mocking.
They knew Xi Liuyan’s strength well.
Each strike weighed at least a thousand pounds; now he was serious, punching with over two thousand pounds of force.
How many hits could a student, a newcomer to martial arts, withstand?
Their assumptions gradually faded over time.
They stared wide-eyed.
Fang Qingyun was still holding on?
“You…”
Xi Liuyan suddenly retreated, looking at Fang Qingyun with suspicion and uncertainty.
“What’s wrong?” Fang Qingyun smiled with his sword in hand. “Why did you stop attacking? Can’t keep up?”
Xi Liuyan’s eyes shone as he stared.
“Not bad. Your endurance is strong.”
“Of course!”
Fang Qingyun grinned and suddenly charged at Xi Liuyan, shouting, “You just had your fun. Now it’s my turn. Come on, smile for me!”
“Bang!”
Fang Qingyun’s heavy sword struck heavily against Xi Liuyan’s iron fist.
The counterattack had begun.