Fang Yuan's brief upper hand would not last long.
Amidst the entanglement of fists and feet, he was already panting heavily. Looking at Gao Wan, his breathing was still continuous and deep; there was a huge gap in physical stamina between the two sides.
At the same time, Gao Wan had warmed up, his body gradually growing hot, and his punching speed became faster and faster. He had progressively swept away the numbness and sluggishness brought by the cold, and truly began to display the strength he had bitterly practiced for decades.
"Kid, you cannot beat me. The clan rules stipulate that in this area of the academy, you cannot use the Moonlight Gu. You are already finished, today you are destined to become my prisoner!" Gao Wan laughed hideously. His combat experience was rich, attempting to use words to strike at Fang Yuan's fighting will.
"I am ultimately still a youth right now, my body has not yet fully grown, my physical quality is inferior to this powerful slave." Fang Yuan's state of mind was like ice. Having been tempered for five hundred years, how could his fighting will be shaken?
"Moonlight Gu!" With a thought in his heart, he urged his primeval essence while leaping a step back, pulling open the distance from Gao Wan.
Gao Wan wanted to pursue and attack, but suddenly saw a layer of blue water radiance emerging on the center of Fang Yuan's palm.
His expression instantly sank, and he shouted: "Kid, you using a Gu insect to fight inside the academy is violating the clan rules!"
"So what if I violated them?" Fang Yuan sneered. He studied the clan rules and became proficient in the clan rules, it was never for the sake of obeying the clan rules.
Immediately, his palm chopped at the empty air towards Gao Wan.
With a soft hiss, a blue moonblade flew out, shooting straight towards Gao Wan's face.
Gao Wan gritted his teeth, raising his arms and bringing them together in front of his face, forming an arm shield. At the same time, his footsteps did not stop, charging towards Fang Yuan, planning to forcefully endure it and fight a quick battle.
The moonblade shot into his arms. Instantly, with a squelch, flesh and blood splashed under the moonlight. A burst of extremely intense severe pain transmitted to Gao Wan's nerves. Caught off guard, Gao Wan hurt so much he nearly fainted.
"How could this happen?!" His charging momentum abruptly stopped, discovering with terror and trembling heart that his two forearms had already been cut open with a deep gash horizontally. Fresh blood continuously flowed out from the wounds, and one could see the bloody muscles from the side. He could even see the pale white severed arm bones.
Gao Wan was immediately endlessly shocked in his heart: "This is impossible! A Rank 1 initial stage moonblade can at most injure my flesh and blood. How could it sever my bones?! This is something only a Rank 1 middle stage can achieve!!"
Of course he did not know that although Fang Yuan was only a Rank 1 initial stage Gu Master, because of the Liquor worm's refinement, he had Rank 1 middle stage primeval essence.
The moonblade fired by the Moonlight Gu under the urging of middle stage primeval essence naturally had an exuberant power, surpassing the initial stage.
"Not good, this kid is eccentric!!" Caught off guard, Gao Wan suddenly suffered heavy injuries. His fighting will completely dissipated. Making a prompt decision, he wanted to retreat and leave.
"Can you leave?" Fang Yuan sneered, launching a pursuit, the moonblades in his hands firing consecutively and frequently.
"Help!!" Gao Wan shouted loudly, fleeing all the way, his voice traveling very far in the silent academy.
"What is going on? Someone is crying for help!" The voice alarmed the nearby academy guards.
"It is the domestic slave eldest miss Mo Yan of the Mo family left behind." The guards rushed over, saw the scene of the pursuit to kill, and all stopped their footsteps again.
"This is just a domestic slave, it's not worth defending him!"
"Keeping him behind was already giving face to the Mo family."
"We still have to be a bit careful, to prevent him from jumping over a wall in desperation like a dog and harming that Fang Yuan."
The nervous guards all gathered around, but did not make a move, instead watching from the sidelines.
This domestic slave named Gao Wan, if he died then he died, it had nothing to do with them. But if Fang Yuan died, or was injured, that would be their responsibility.
Seeing this scene, Gao Wan's heart completely turned cold, and he shouted shrilly: "We are all people with foreign surnames, you cannot see death and not save me."
He lost more and more blood, and his speed gradually slowed down.
Fang Yuan caught up from behind, his voice as cold and cruel as ice, pronouncing Gao Wan's death sentence: "You go ahead and shout, no matter how loud you shout it is useless."
Saying so, his hand knife flipped, and two consecutive moonblades flew out.
With two swishing sounds, they struck right on Gao Wan's neck.
Gao Wan only felt his heart turn cold, seeming to have a feeling of stepping into an abyss with one foot.
The next moment, he felt his field of vision abruptly burst into a spin. He actually saw his own feet, chest, back… and that severed neck.
Subsequently, he welcomed complete darkness.
Gao Wan died.
Decapitated by Fang Yuan's two moonblades, his head flew out, and his body ran for a distance of ten meters before tumbling down. Fresh red blood frantically surged out from the neck area like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding flowers and grass blood red.
"Someone was killed!"
"Fang Yuan killed someone!!"
The guards could not help but exclaim softly. Witnessing the entire process happen with their own eyes, their entire bodies trembled, feeling a kind of terror and horror.
Fang Yuan was nothing more than a frail fifteen-year-old youth, yet he expressionlessly killed a strong adult. This was the power of a Gu Master!
The battle situation was already settled.
Fang Yuan slowed his footsteps and slowly paced over.
His face was flat, as if he had just done a minor matter like eating food and drinking water. This expression made a surge of chill rise in the guards' hearts even more.
Gao Wan's head lay on the ground, his eyes staring round, dying with remaining grievances.
Fang Yuan was expressionless, raised a foot, and kicked this head flying.
The corners of all the guards' eyes twitched watching this.
Fang Yuan approached Gao Wan's body and discovered this body was still trembling. Blood quickly flowed all over the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
He scrutinized the wounds on Gao Wan's body, his expression somewhat gloomy. These wounds were very deep, sufficient to expose his secret of possessing middle stage primeval essence.
Once this secret was exposed, it could quickly implicate his Liquor worm. The moment the Liquor worm appeared, the higher-ups of the clan would naturally associate it with the Flower Wine Monk.
Therefore, Fang Yuan absolutely had to keep this secret.
"But there are too many people who saw it." Fang Yuan swept his gaze across the spectating guards nearby; there were fully a dozen or so people. His primeval essence right now had less than ten percent remaining, it was impossible to kill them all.
Thinking for a moment, Fang Yuan bent his waist, grabbed Gao Wan's ankle, and dragged this corpse backwards.
"Young master Fang Yuan, just leave this place for us to handle." Enduring the chill in their hearts, the guards walked forward and spoke respectfully to Fang Yuan.
Within this respect, there was also a portion of obvious fear mixed in.
Fang Yuan quietly swept a glance over everyone. The guards subconsciously held their breaths, and their heads successively lowered down.
"Give me the blade." He reached out his hand and said flatly.
Within the command-style tone, there was an unquestionable prestige and power.
The guard closest to him involuntarily handed over the blade at his waist.
Fang Yuan took the blade and continued walking.
Leaving behind completely over a dozen guards, standing blankly on the spot, looking at Fang Yuan's back figure.
The morning sun rose from the east, and the first ray of dawn light shone into the academy through the edge of the mountain ranges.
The fifteen-year-old Fang Yuan's body possessed the frailty of a youth, and his skin color revealed a kind of paleness.
Under the dawn light, he walked unhurriedly.
His left hand held a gleaming blade.
His right hand dragged a headless corpse backwards.
Wherever he walked, fresh red blood traces dragged out a path on the green-black stone bricks.
The guards watched from behind, falling into a daze, a burst of chill making their entire bodies rigid.
The early morning sunlight shone on their bodies, yet they could not feel a single trace of warmth and brightness.
Gulp.
Unknown who it was, their Adam's apple rolled, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.