Something Strange
His opponent was a second lieutenant, which was no surprise.
But!
How could he possibly possess weapons!
This was completely beyond Mu Fan's expectations, because the competition had been entirely physical combat since it began yesterday, and had never involved weapons.
During the crucial moments of the second day's competition, Mu Fan found himself on the defensive.
With a puzzled look in his eyes, Mu Fan Mu Fan walked forward and stopped at the edge of Combat Stage number 60, no longer moving.
"Candidate No. 1578? Will they participate?"
"Yes."
"Please enter the Combat Stage."
"Please tell me first why he has weapons."
Mu Fan pointed with his right hand, and everyone's eyes were focused on the Combat Long Staff in the officer's hand.
People realized that although it was just an ordinary training stick, it was far from meeting the competition rules.
oh?
The referee glanced at Mu Fan and casually said, "By the Bye Round Battle are governed by military rules, which allow for hand-to -Weapon Fighting. You can also apply, but we will only provide Training Long Staff."
Seeing the referee's disdainful expression and hearing his words, Mu Fan suddenly remembered what he had seen on the Electronic Nameplate before the match started.
"The rules for the final selection stage will be detailed in the military's arrangements."
Now he finally understands what those words mean: it means to tell you clearly.
Everything is subject to the military's arrangements.
So, is the person in front of you level 17?
When Mu Fan finally stepped onto the Combat Stage, he looked at the inexplicable deep meaning in the eyes of the officer opposite him and felt that something was wrong.
"Federation Second Lieutenant Tian Qingyun, nice to meet you!"
"Mu Fan, please guide me!"
Mu Fan casually caught the Training Long Staff thrown from the sidelines, weighed it in his hand, and found that it was made of wood, not heavy enough, and its lethality was limited.
It seems this is a perk for the military; a bye can't be worse than a full-fledged appearance, right?
With a flick of his right hand, Mu Fan carried the long staff behind his back with one hand.
Battle begins!
On the platform in mid-air, the Student Observation Group and the Noble Observation Group still stood on opposite sides.
However, Wang Nuonuo was absent from the side of the wealthy and noble today.
After witnessing the bloody fights yesterday, she absolutely refused to come again today. In Miss Wang's own words, watching too many fights would affect her appetite, and a poor appetite makes her less pretty.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the college observation group, the crowd continued to work.
Today is the Thousand-Person Final Tournament. All the candidates from now on are quite capable, and the sharp-eyed observers cannot let any potential seed slip by.
The battle for students has already begun.
"Instructor Ruan, why are you still paying attention to number 1578? He got a bye this round, what's there to see? You should use this time to discover other talents, unless you only want him."
"Haha, with our Dawn Academy here, I'm afraid even Instructor Ruan can't be so sure of winning."
Ignoring the noise around him, Ruan Xiongfeng quietly watched the audience below the stage.
Is this kid injured?
What a sharp eye! He saw through Mu Fan's current state at a glance.
This kid isn't in a good mood today. Could something have happened yesterday?
Also, that officer on the other side, why didn't the military inform the academy about this arrangement?
Despite his rugged appearance, Ruan Guangtou had a keen sense that something was amiss. This was the extraordinary intuition of a level 25 Martial Arts Grandmaster!
Mu Fan twirled his long staff with his right arm, his defensive stance perfectly executed.
Now he can only exert force with one arm, which makes his movements very inconvenient, but he can't show it too much, otherwise, people with ulterior motives will inevitably notice something.
Suddenly, Mu Fan noticed that the officer opposite him glanced at his left arm without making a sound. Although it was subtle, it did not escape Mu Fan's keen eyes.
Did he notice?
How could he have aimed at his own left arm before the fight even started, or was it just an unintentional glance?
Mu Fan frowned; he had a feeling something was wrong.
Drink!
The opponent suddenly moved, and the speed at which they moved made Mu Fan's pupils shrink!
That speed?
How could he be level 17? Is he a speed-type player?
Second Lieutenant Tian thrust his club forward, the sharp whistling of the wind making the hairs on Mu Fan's shoulders stand on end.
The opponent aimed directly at his left arm!
They definitely came prepared!
Mu Fan twisted his left arm to the side, then pushed the stick vertically with his right hand.
To deflect this attack.
This power?
It's not something you can get at level 17.
Second Lieutenant Tian's face was focused, but his eyes began to dart around Mu Fan.
He was looking for weaknesses.
This match was a bye, and since the previous "Great Demon King" also had a lucky bye, not many people were paying attention to it.
But who would have thought that Mu Fan's left arm is now almost crippled, and that his opponent is not the level 17 the military claims he is facing!
He glanced at the referee, looking listless and seemingly uninterested in the situation.
Whoosh!
Mu Fan used the stick to brace himself and performed a side kick to deflect the incoming long stick.
It seems the other side is gradually adapting to his pace?
On the stage, Mu Fan, who was not making a move and was dodging back and forth, was constantly testing the strength of his opponent. Some people below the stage and in mid-air had strange looks in their eyes.
"This can't be level 17!" Ruan Xiongfeng concluded immediately after seeing Mu Fan take a step back after deflecting the opponent's long staff.
His sharp eyes could easily discern whether this was a genuine retreat or a feigned one; Mu Fan's retreating step lacked any sense of balance to support a deliberate movement. Therefore, the conclusion could be clearly drawn—
Mu Fan's opponent's strength is seriously inconsistent with the publicity!
When the lieutenant who called himself Tian Qingyun used his elbow in conjunction with his long staff to execute several special joint techniques, Ruan Xiongfeng suddenly exerted force with his palm.
Creak.
His handprint was crushed into the alloy armrest he was leaning on.
Because he recognized those distinctive movements!
This is the secret technique of the Federation Army Special Guard — Killing Skill!
Those initial moves were entirely for building up power for later, and this was Killing Skill using weapons.
What exactly is the Federation Military trying to do?
The Army Special Guard is an elite force directly under the military headquarters, and the minimum physical fitness level for its soldiers is—
Level 20!
Ruan Xiongfeng could not see the truth here and could commit suicide.
"I never imagined that Dark Curtain would extend to this very examination hall. What is this rotten military trying to do? Are they trying to stifle genius?!"
After thinking it over, Ruan Xiongfeng prepared to leave, only to find that the hundred-meter-long circular private room was actually sealed off.
Looking at the tightly closed gate and the ladder truck that had already left, the bald man, Ruan Xiongfeng, had a terrifyingly gloomy expression on his face.
"What are you doing, Ruan Guangtou?" one of the teachers asked when he saw the Old Soldier Rogue.
"It's nothing," Ruan Xiongfeng replied coldly, returning to his previous position and silently gazing down.
At the same time, he took out his Sky Communicator and dialed a number.
"Hey? Ruan Xiongfeng, check if any members of the Army Special Guard have recently traveled to Zicui Star in the Fourth Administrative Region."
The officer had already used eight moves in his preparations, and with just one more, he would unleash his Killing Move!
Mu Fan, the person involved, felt that the opponent was getting faster and stronger, and he was finding it difficult to block with one arm.
Suddenly, he saw the officer opposite him leap back with a stick in hand, assuming a defensive stance.
He alternated his hands, and the long stick spun mysteriously, with the other end pointing at Mu Fan.
Only then did Mu Fan suddenly remember that the officer had been attacking from the same side as before!
What is he going to do?