Taking the Stage

"Number 208 is good. Keep a close eye on him. I like this guy's style." Someone in the Ring Suite in mid-air noticed the bloody fight scene below and instructed the secretary with great interest.

Wang Nuonuo had just glanced down out of curiosity when she saw this scene. Seeing Phil's mangled body, she immediately collapsed back to her seat. Her feigned elegance and beauty were now quite pale. Wang Nuonuo patted her chest, forcing herself not to imagine the image.

After what Phil did, no one was in the mood for jokes anymore, and everyone fell silent.

Now these teenagers realize that once they arrive here, they can only protect themselves; they shouldn't think about anything else for now.

The exam continues!

Generation after generation, endlessly.

Mu Fan heard a constant stream of cheers and screams, but in reality, there were even more candidates being carried away silently.

In order to minimize competition, everyone who took the stage unanimously resorted to drastic measures.

Because that damned major just suddenly announced some news.

"This competition will have Loser's Bracket, and the top twenty players from the Loser's Bracket will be used for other purposes!"

There was no further explanation, but this one sentence made all the candidates look at the other side with even more hostility.

Nobody wants to be eliminated!

Pajie entered the ring, and this seemingly clumsy giant possessed surprising strength. His opponent began to display various techniques, but with a powerful punch from Pajie, the opponent's defense collapsed completely.

Without any fancy moves, Pajie relied solely on brute force, and this most direct approach actually won over the referee, Pajie gave him an approving nod as he left the ring.

Soldiers especially appreciate this kind of strong and fierce soldier, who, with a little training, would become an excellent heavy firepower operator on the battlefield.

Mu Fan sat quietly, still not hearing his exam number.

Next up in the trio was Chester. The young man was quite agile, and his opponent looked much older. His opening moves proved that he was definitely a veteran with rich fighting experience.

Chester kept moving around, never giving the man a chance to get close.

After several probing attacks, Chester realized that his attacks were ineffective in causing any damage to his opponent, who was gradually closing in and shrinking his space.

The boy opposite him had already provoked him to anger, and he was determined to beat Chester until his face was covered in bruises.

Chester suddenly laughed. Having just witnessed Phil's ordeal, he was no longer prepared to fight to the bitter end. He decided to leave the opposing team with an unforgettable memory.

The agile young man suddenly moved, closing in and rushing into the opponent's arms before the opponent could strike quickly. Then, with a slap, he flashed across the opponent's face, followed by several somersaults in mid-air to dodge the attack.

As the other man clutched his burning face, Chester charged forward again, using his speed advantage to dodge the insidious slap, and delivered another crisp slap.

The other side has finally gone mad!

Chester laughed, raised his hand to indicate that he was admitting defeat!

This young man made a deep impression on the scene in this way, and for a time many people in the Ring Suite were asking about his name, and they seemed to be more interested than ever.

The boy has already lost, which means that these conglomerates and wealthy families can start snatching him up now, and judging from his agile appearance, he is clearly more adaptable.

The stunned opponent covered his burning face as he watched the boy leap lightly off the platform. Chester had already returned to his camp and was chatting and laughing with Ilay and the others.

Mu Fan kept his eyes closed, adjusting his breathing. He had now entered a state of Dark Breath, and he needed this state of Absolute Calm to constantly wash away his increasingly strong killing intent.

Ilay and the others saw that Mu Fan had been sitting with his eyes closed for forty minutes without moving, so they didn't go up to him to say anything more.

When Phil was beaten and his life was in danger, Mu Fan's face showed no emotion, which clearly caused them to drift apart.

"Chester, what's wrong with you?" Ilay gave him a light punch.

"There's no other way, we can only do this because we can't beat them. Seeing Phil like that, I realized that if I can't go on, I have to take the initiative to step out as soon as possible." Chester shrugged indifferently, but you could still see the reluctance on his face when he mentioned Phil.

"So what are your plans?"

"Waiting for an invitation. Although it means I can't go to school or join the army, at least I'll have a job to support my Mother and sister." Chester's face showed a hint of longing. He had found out the inside story before he came, and it could be said that he was more interested in using this stage to showcase himself.

Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. When he turned around, someone handed him a business card. Chester's face lit up with joy. He had finally waited for this moment.

Ilay and Pajie watched their companion leave with a smile on his face; now they were one person less by their side.

Since entering this enormous fighting arena, various small groups have also disbanded and separated in all sorts of ways.

Phil's fate is unknown, Pajie won easily, and Chester, though defeated, chose to leave in his preferred way.

Now that he was all alone, Ilay had no interest in watching the game. He kept looking up at his surroundings and then down at the Electronic Nameplate. He was waiting for his turn to go on stage.

Suddenly the Electronic Nameplate vibrated, and then the broadcast started.

However, it wasn't Ilay who set off, but Mu Fan, who had been meditating the whole time.

"No. 298 vs. Number 1578".

Ilay watched Mu Fan's retreating figure with a complicated expression, remaining silent. However, the good-natured Pajie scratched his head and said in a deep voice, "Mu Fan, good luck!"

Mu Fan turned around, gave the two a friendly smile, and nodded.

All Mu Fan saw in the two of them was composure, a detached tranquility.

They actually sensed a calm and composed master's demeanor emanating from the young man before them.

With 8,000 people in the arena, and 120 people fighting at the same time, no one would pay special attention to this ordinary boy, because Mu Fan's size was inconspicuous among this group of people.

"That figure looks so familiar?"

"Isn't that the freak from our test center?!"

However, some of the candidates who were in D District in the morning glanced at the crowd and discovered that this boy with extremely abnormal physical abilities had entered the arena so quietly.

The group of people around him who knew nothing about it remained completely unconcerned.

"It's him!"

Zhang Yuanren was carefully wrapping the glove around his hand when he heard whispers beside him. He had just finished wrapping the glove around his thumb when he heard whispers.

"Abnormal?"

Looking up, I could just see Mu Fan's profile.

"It's him!"

With a tightening of the thread in his hand, Zhang Yuanren began to stare intently at Mu Fan's every move.

Unconcerned about the stares cast at him as he walked, Mu Fan Mu Fan leaped onto the platform.

No. 298 slowly walked onto the stage, slightly taller than Mu Fan, with well-defined muscles, wearing only a pair of linen capri pants, bare-knuckled, and striking a tough starting stance.

Mu Fan stood casually, his eyes calm.

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