Chapter 120: Letting You Live

Zhu Yao stepped forward and asked, "The two of you, have you truly decided? Are you relying on this single battle to settle the matter?"

"Yes!" Fang Qingyun smiled. "After this fight, he can take Yin Ming away."

"If that is the case, then fight!" Zhu Yao sighed. It was the best solution. If things truly spiraled out of control, Fang Qingyun would be finished. Under the suppression of three General-level powerhouses, a greenhorn like Fang Qingyun simply stood no chance. Even with great talent, nothing mattered until that talent was converted into actual strength. Within the three major races, countless individuals possessed superior talent—some even attained the rank of General in their early twenties—yet they were eventually obliterated by the tides of fate.

"Heh!" Seeing the ferocious expression on Fang Qingyun's face, Hu Shisong suddenly laughed. He remarked airily, "I understand what you are thinking. It is nothing more than your displeasure with this entire affair, so you are taking your temper out on me because I am the easiest target. You don't dare vent your anger on the Snake King and the others, do you?"

"Heh, you're overthinking it!" Fang Qingyun replied with equal indifference. "I have my own thoughts; do not project yours onto me."

"Your thoughts? Do you even need to have thoughts?" Hu Shisong looked at him with disdain. "So what if you have a bit of talent? Yin Ming is only a low-level warrior right now, but do you believe me? In a few years, he will surpass you, because he has the Duke of Song behind him. What do you have?"

"Because of your performance today, even the Snake King will be disappointed in you."

Fang Qingyun raised his fist and said calmly, "I have these fists."

"Hahaha!" Hu Shisong could not help but burst into laughter. He shook his head at Fang Qingyun, saying, "Forget it. Regardless of your thoughts, your first priority is to defeat me, right? Do you really think you can do it?"

A powerful aura surged from Hu Shisong. As a well-known General-level fighter within the human race, he had truly reached the peak of the rank, only one step away from becoming a Great General. However, that final step had hindered countless people. It was a true chasm. Once crossed, a brilliant path would open up. Feeling his own power, Hu Shisong closed his eyes, intoxicated.

"Now, do you still think you can win?"

"Heh!" Fang Qingyun gave a cold, sharp smile and strode toward Hu Shisong.

"You seek death!" Hu Shisong slowly opened his eyes and stared at Fang Qingyun, unleashing boundless killing intent.

"Die!" Hu Shisong roared and lunged at Fang Qingyun.

"Oh no!" Seeing this, Zhu Yao’s heart sank. He knew Hu Shisong had developed a murderous intent. In truth, Fang Qingyun’s proposal had tempted Hu Shisong as well. Facing a genius who held such animosity toward him, the best solution was to eliminate him. Zhu Yao stared intently, ready to intervene at any moment. He did not believe Fang Qingyun could match Hu Shisong unless he utilized that summoned beast of his.

*Boom!*

Hu Shisong threw a punch, heavy as a mountain and accompanied by a sharp whistle through the air. He had struck with all his might! Many onlookers paled; those who understood the technique knew they could never have blocked it.

*Slap!*

Fang Qingyun simply extended a hand with effortless grace. Palm met fist, and he caught it. Fang Qingyun remained rooted to the spot, motionless; the only disturbance was the thunderous sound echoing through the air.

"You..." Hu Shisong was horrified. He was at the peak of the General level; even his peers would not dare to catch his blow so casually. How could Fang Qingyun do it?

"Heh!" Fang Qingyun flashed a grin, his expression so ferocious he looked like a monster revealing a blood-stained maw.

A sense of extreme dread washed over Hu Shisong. He shrieked, "Stop... Fang Qingyun! Ahhhhh!"

*Crack!*

Fang Qingyun exerted sudden force. With a sharp snap, Hu Shisong’s hand twisted at a gruesome angle. Flesh tore and bones shattered, exposed to the open air. This was only the beginning.

*Boom!*

Fang Qingyun kicked out, slamming his foot into Hu Shisong’s thigh. Another sickening crunch echoed. "Ugh!" Hu Shisong groaned.

"You, you... how could you..." Hu Shisong’s face twisted as he struggled to choke out the words. With one leg crippled, he knelt wretchedly before Fang Qingyun.

"I really dislike the look in your eyes!" Fang Qingyun’s voice was icy. He suddenly reached out and drove his fingers into the man’s eye socket.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Hu Shisong’s vision went black, and he let out a shrill, piercing scream. One of his eyes had been gouged out by Fang Qingyun.

"I’ll take this ear as well!" Fang Qingyun’s tone remained cold and clinical. He flicked his arm, and Hu Shisong’s ear went flying.

"You don't need this half of your face either, because you have no shame to begin with!" Fang Qingyun’s cold voice rang out once more.

"Stop!" Zhu Yao and the others finally snapped out of their shock and shouted. Fang Qingyun was too clean, too swift, and far too powerful; he had completely suppressed Hu Shisong. The battle had concluded in an instant. They had been worried for Fang Qingyun, but now, in the blink of an eye, Hu Shisong had been nearly dismantled. They rushed forward to intervene. Fang Qingyun could not be allowed to suffer any harm, but by the same token, they would have a hard time answering for Hu Shisong’s fate. He was the Vice Principal of the Black Tooth Military Academy and the leader of the delegation sent to the Northwest Military Academy. His presence here represented the face of the Black Tooth Academy. Fang Qingyun had effectively slapped the academy across the face. How would the higher-ups handle this? Was this his way of expressing his dissatisfaction to them?

Alas, their cries came too late. Fang Qingyun reached out and gripped Hu Shisong’s face.

"Come off!"

*Rrrrrip!*

A large chunk of flesh was torn away, along with fragments of bone, ripped clean off by Fang Qingyun’s hand.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Hu Shisong finally screamed in agony. Had he not possessed the vigorous vitality of a peak General-level fighter, he would have been dead already.

"Oh, if you hadn't screamed, I would have forgotten!" Fang Qingyun had already lowered his arm, but hearing the cry, he turned back and fixed his gaze on Hu Shisong’s tongue.

"No, no..." Hu Shisong scrambled backward in terror, staring at Fang Qingyun. "I am the Vice Principal of the Black Tooth Military Academy, representing my institution at the Northwest Military Academy! If you hurt me, you will trigger a conflict between our two schools!"

"Sigh," Fang Qingyun sighed, murmuring, "Look at you, you are already in this state—do you really care about half a tongue? Furthermore, a conflict between the schools? Do you really have that much influence? Didn't you just make it clear that those big shots care more about practical interests? You, you just aren't worth it!"

*Boom!*

Fang Qingyun threw a lightning-fast punch into Hu Shisong’s gut, forcing him to spit out his tongue on the spot.

"No!" Zhu Yao shouted and lunged forward.

"ROAR!"

Little Black let out a roar, appearing before Zhu Yao and fixing a cold, eerie gaze upon him.

"You..." Zhu Yao was furious, but just as he was about to act, a shrill scream erupted, only to be cut short halfway—because Fang Qingyun had sliced off Hu Shisong’s tongue.

Hu Shisong curled into a ball, collapsed on the ground, and writhed in agony. He was on the verge of madness.

"Battle over." Fang Qingyun clapped his hands as if brushing off dirt. The crowd stared at him in shock, terrified by his actions and stunned by his strength. Why was he this strong? Why did he dare to do this? There were four Great General-level figures present, each holding significant power—two Marshals, one Principal, and one Hereditary Duke. They had already made their decision, yet Fang Qingyun had clearly expressed his defiance. Was it rebellion? Was it futile? Nobody knew.

*Clap, clap, clap.*

Applause rang out. Yin Ming walked over, clapping his hands with an expression of feigned surprise. He looked at Fang Qingyun and sighed, "Fang Qingyun, you are truly astonishing. But do you know the consequences of your actions? From now on, your life within the human race will be incredibly difficult."

Fang Qingyun glanced at him. His power had reached an extraordinary level, and he sensed a hidden, formidable energy within Yin Ming—the same energy he felt in Zhao Junhong. Both men possessed special powers; Yin Ming’s seemed to be self-sealed, while Zhao Junhong’s was being released slowly, which explained his rapid growth. One thing was certain: Yin Ming’s strength was far greater than he let on. He had allowed himself to be captured on purpose. If he had turned on them while Fang Qingyun was busy fighting the demons, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Fang Qingyun’s gaze deepened. What exactly was Yin Ming planning?

Fang Qingyun spoke slowly, "If I cannot walk within the human race, then I shall leave the human race!"

"Fang Qingyun!!!" Zhu Yao, unable to accept this, roared, "Do not speak such nonsense!"

"What nonsense?" Zhao Junhong, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. Surrounded by an astonishing aura, he stood beside Fang Qingyun and said, "Old Fang, if you want to leave, I’m going with you. This place is not worth staying in anyway!" As a friend, he understood exactly what Fang Qingyun was feeling.

"You, you..."

"What about it?" Zhao Junhong sneered, his power expanding rapidly until it reached the level of a mid-rank General in the blink of an eye. "Old Fang, my strength is far inferior to yours, but if it comes to a fight, I can hold my own and won't hold you back. The Qingyue World is vast; surely we can find a place for us brothers to survive."

"Enough!" Zhu Yao shouted. "Both of you, quiet down! Return to your offices immediately and do not come out."

Fang Qingyun shook his head gently. "Teacher Zhu Yao, do you think we are joking? I am truly prepared to leave."

"I am with him!" Zhao Junhong followed closely. He glanced at Zhu Yao with disdain. "Staying in a place like this only makes one sick."

Zhu Yao’s expression turned grim. "Fang Qingyun, do you not want to know about your parents? And you, Zhao Junhong, your grandfather—do you not want to fulfill his dying wish? Do you want him to die with regrets?"

Fang Qingyun smiled faintly. "I do want to know about my parents, but as parents, I believe they would rather see me live well."

Zhao Junhong also shook his head. "Why do you assume I would fulfill that old man’s dying wish? Do you not know how much I hate him? I would prefer he died with his eyes wide open in regret!"

Zhu Yao was beyond furious, appearing utterly at a loss. His voice softened, "Too much has happened today; you are both exhausted. Go back and rest. We can discuss this when you have calmed down. As for what happened here, leave it to me—I will handle it."

Fang Qingyun smiled and looked around. "I am leaving. Take care of yourselves."

"Fang Qingyun!!!" Zhu Yao was livid. "What exactly are you trying to do?" He had backed down, doing everything he could to mitigate the repercussions for them, yet they still persisted?

Fang Qingyun sighed softly. "When I first became a warrior, I was targeted by the Research Institute. I told myself then that I must become strong so that no one would dare overlook me, and I would never be anyone’s pawn again. Who would have thought that even after coming to the Northwest Military Academy and becoming a high-level General, and seemingly attaining this high position as Student Council President, I would still be unable to avoid being humiliated by others?"

"No one is humiliating you!" Zhu Yao insisted. "The Snake King and the others are acting for the greater good, for the sake of the Beacon Fortress. Fang Qingyun, do you not realize what would happen to the entire human race if the Beacon Fortress fell?"

"I know, which is why I am choosing to leave!" Otherwise, there was no telling what he might do. As a peak General-level fighter with a summoned beast and elite sniping skills, the havoc he could wreak would be staggering.

"Fang Qingyun! Zhao Junhong!" Zhu Yao’s expression turned solemn. "Do you realize what your departure represents? It means you have betrayed the human race, and the human race will exhaust every resource to hunt you down."

Fang Qingyun smiled faintly. "Then let them try!"

With that, he turned and walked away. The people blocking his path parted, both teachers and students, their expressions filled with confusion. What was this? What had happened today? First, they witnessed the transactions of the human elite, then they saw their President break with the Snake King and his peers, choosing to defect from the human race. So much had occurred that they were left completely stunned.

"F-Fang, Qingyun!" A voice called out. It was Gu Xi. She bit her lip and walked toward him.

Fang Qingyun turned to her and smiled, transmitting his voice directly to her: "Stay within the human race for now. Once I have settled somewhere, I will come back for you."

Gu Xi stopped in her tracks, looking at him with eyes full of conflict.

Fang Qingyun smiled again, waved at the crowd, and said, "Goodbye!"

"ROAR!"

Little Black let out a roar, lowering its body so that Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong could climb onto its back.

"Hu Shisong!" Fang Qingyun looked down at the crippled man and sneered. "I won't kill you today. You desecrated the three hundred people of the Northwest Military Academy and the soldiers of the sub-fortress; killing you would be too easy. I want you to live the rest of your life in agony."

The human race possessed secret arts for limb regeneration, but they required a heavy price. Did Hu Shisong have the means? Perhaps not. But it didn't matter.

Little Black, over ten meters long, surged forward at incredible speed, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.