Level 20

Ruan Xiongfeng's question was quite interesting. He didn't care about the level 15 standard at all; he started by asking about Level 20. In his eyes, Level 20 was the kind of cannon fodder he considered excellent and worth his personal attention.

Mu Fan looked at the bald man in front of him with his dark, bright eyes, and grinned, "Level 20, I guess."

The voice wasn't loud, but the nonchalant tone and casual smile were like another bomb dropped in the room.

To withstand a punch of force Level 20, especially one delivered by Baldy Ruan, it was impossible for it to be an ordinary straight punch.

"Kid, I'm appreciating you more and more." Ruan Xiongfeng laughed heartily; this kid was becoming more and more to his liking.

However, I can't afford to slack off.

Ruan Xiongfeng walked up to Mu Fan, and the people around them automatically made way for the two of them. The exam had reached a point where there was already a change in the outcome, but this change was one that everyone present wanted to see.

Zhang Yuanren, standing off the field, stared coldly at Mu Fan inside. "That kid!"

This kid's appearance has shattered everything I've painstakingly built up today, and now everyone's expressions clearly show that they no longer value my recent outstanding performance.

Hateful!

"Kid, stand still." Ruan Xiongfeng suddenly threw a punch.

When he was actually there, Mu Fan truly felt the terror of this bald man; the omnipresent sense of oppression was a kind of shock that came from the very depths of his mind.

but...

Heh, Mu Fan put his hands together on his chest and let out a muffled groan.

Ruan Xiongfeng's massive fist stopped twenty centimeters in front of Mu Fan's chest, Mu Fan firmly blocked his fist.

Those around him saw this simple punch and simple defense, but gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd. They saw Mu Fan's shoe suddenly burst open; the sole flattened first, then the upper ripped open violently.

Such power! This must be the power of a strong person!

Ruan Xiongfeng nonchalantly retracted his fist, showing no intention of going down. Instead, he said with amusement, "Kid, I wasn't paying attention to that punch just now. How about we test it again?"

Does not taking it seriously count?

You old scoundrel! The observers from the other colleges are already feeling sorry for him. He's a top Seed Candidate! What if you really hurt him?

Mu Fan spread his arms, rubbed his wrists, and looked at the bald man in front of him, his tone still nonchalant:

"Casual."

Whatever! Wow, that's impressive. Some of the candidates present began to admire Mu Fan from the bottom of their hearts, and finally a group of people began to become Mu Fan's supporters. When you are strong, you will naturally earn respect!

This is an era where the strong reign supreme!

"Alright, kid, catch this." Ruan Xiongfeng stretched his hand out in front of Mu Fan's eyes, slowly clenched it into a fist, and then gradually withdrew it.

With a narrowed gaze, he leaped forward half a step, his fist surging like a cannon!

Small Advancement Cannon Punch!

Mu Fan suddenly remembered Wen Zheming Luoqie Star, but this move had a smaller range of motion.

To outsiders, the fist that had disappeared was, in Mu Fan's eyes, a fist that was gradually growing larger.

As the Dark Breath was activated, Mu Fan's vision, aided by his powerful senses, began to rapidly track the trajectory of the fist.

Huh? Mental perception?

Ruan Xiongfeng suddenly felt that the kid opposite him seemed to be a different person; the change in his mental state just a moment ago could not escape his eyes.

This is getting more and more interesting, huh?

The fist, like a cannonball, had already traveled more than halfway, and the air had been violently torn apart by the invisible compression.

The incoming fist made Mu Fan's temples throb; the sense of threat was palpable...

It's definitely more than Level 20!

He's increased his strength! Looking at the smile in Ruan Xiongfeng's eyes, it was clear he was saying, "Here I am, come and take this."

A bloodshot glint appeared in his eyes, and the veins on his arms bulged. Mu Fan took a deep breath, his gaze fierce, and the entire movement was fluid and seamless.

With his right arm clenched tightly, he suddenly grabbed his right arm with his left hand and locked it in place. With a twist, he leaned forward, his left leg half-kneeling, and his right leg braced diagonally behind him. He charged upwards like Raging Bull charging at its horns, his right elbow swirling in mid-air before suddenly stopping! Power came from his waist, and all his strength converged at one point.

Starting from the elbow, the forearm points downwards, forming a perfect straight line in the air!

Half-Arm Guard!

In the blink of an eye, Mu Fan instinctively replicated the move he had used before.

Bang!

Ruan Xiongfeng's heavy punch collided fiercely with Mu Fan's forearm.

Mu Fan retreated half a meter, his legs scraping the ground.

"What was that move!?"

"That kid actually knows defensive Fighting Technique!"

"Wait a minute, why did he retreat half a meter after using this move? He didn't retreat after the punch just now!" Finally, someone noticed this detail.

That's right, Mu Fan didn't retreat at all in the last move.

After someone pointed it out, everyone present realized what was happening, and then an unbelievable thought began to form in their minds...

"Good, candidate Number 697, Level 21 endurance. That's all."

Finally, they heard the result from Ruan Guangtou, which they could not believe.

Level 21 endurance!

If we take into account the amount of effort he put in as a teenager, and add even more effort, his peak punching power might be around Level 21.

Therefore, the boy's physical fitness level should be—

Level 21!

My star! The observers' pens unconsciously scribbled, turning Mu Fan's name (Number 697) into a pure black mark, and the drawing continued.

The candidates present finally realized what kind of monster had emerged from among them.

Ruan Xiongfeng tilted his head and stared at the young man in front of him. He saw in Mu Fan's eyes the tenacity and fighting spirit of a highland snow wolf.

This kid hasn't reached his limit yet.

Of everyone else present, only Ruan Xiongfeng, as the actual examiner, knew the result.

Hehe, I won't continue testing. I'll save it for the actual combat phase and see what other surprises this kid has in store for me.

"Strength Level 20, Endurance Level 21, Physique level 20, Candidate Number 697 has been identified." The lieutenant noticed the signal Ruan Xiongfeng gave him and immediately understood, stepping forward to shout out the result.

Mu Fan's results are out, and it's safe to say that he completely crushed all the other test takers in D District. Even Ruan Xiongfeng doesn't believe that such a talent will ever emerge again.

This kind of talent, well, extremely excellent cannon fodder, is indeed what the Federation Army needs most right now.

"I really want to throw him into the 114th Ace Infantry Regiment, tsk tsk."

Mu Fan had no idea what the middle-aged man who had just turned and left was thinking. It turned out he had no intention of bringing Mu Fan into the academy at all. Mu Fan wondered if the dean of the Dingchuan Academy would be furious if he found out.

Is that all?

Mu Fan swung his arm and stood up.

At that moment, the boy stood in the middle of the field, and his aura instantly overwhelmed the entire audience!

When the gap becomes so large that it becomes a source of despair, no one dares to gossip anymore.

"Candidates 701-710, please enter the examination room," the lieutenant continued dutifully.

When Mu Fan stepped off the stage, people both inside and outside the arena began to take action. If a commoner genius of this caliber were discovered, he would definitely be a target for recruitment by various major forces.

People from several colleges have begun to search for Mu Fan's detailed information through their own channels.

In A District, hundreds of kilometers away, the fat man was completely unaware of Mu Fan's situation. Instead, he was staring at the proctor with an innocent look on his face, his expression full of sorrow.

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