The Flying Skateboard that Black had forcibly pushed past its speed limit truly carried Mu Fan beneath the stands at lightning speed. Quite a few people preparing to board skateboards only saw a black blur flash before their eyes before the violent airflow blew their clothes wide open.
Just as the cheers from the Dingchuan Formation reached their peak, and as Fatty and the others had just descended from the stands, a black shadow on the skateboard passageway suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
No one had paid attention to what was happening beneath the stands, because quite a crowd had gathered here by now.
Standing amid the crowd, Mu Fan looked toward the broad Combat Stage in the distance and could not help recalling the time he had participated in a fighting tournament on Zicui Star.
And the few people standing before the Combat Stage... how familiar they were.
Mu Fan's gaze shifted again and landed on the distant Preparation Area. There were quite a few members of the Medical Team and the instructor group there, all of them watching the Combat Stage intently. No one noticed him at all.
Warmth flickered through Mu Fan's eyes. He parted the crowd and walked straight toward them.
He had come to keep his promise after all.
The words Mu Fan had spoken when Lu Qingxue left...
His fists clenched with a creak.
Mu Fan's gaze had already become utterly calm. He raised his head and looked at the gentle sunlight above the stadium.
I don't know whether you're watching here, but this time, I'll give it everything I've got.
"Could you stop shoving?" A trainee from another academy felt someone lightly push against his back and complained unhappily.
"Sorry."
Mu Fan's quiet voice came from behind him. His path did not