Encountering the Strongest Defense

The senior observer from the Federation Dawn Academy was now flushed with excitement, pounding the table and shouting:

"We want this candidate Candidate No. 4919! We at Shuguang want him."

"You're really shameless. Why don't you just say this is a special recruitment by your Dawn?" A sinister voice came from behind, causing the senior observer's expression to change. He turned around to reprimand the person, but his expression changed again when he turned back.

"Oh, isn't this Instructor Ruan? I'm just eager to recruit talent, how could I be so domineering as to say it's a special recruitment for Dawn Academy? Let's all compete fairly and give all the candidates a fair chance to choose, right?"

Bah, the older you get, the more shameless you become, you're absolutely right. The observers from the surrounding colleges are now unanimously supporting Ruan Xiongfeng.

You've taken all the good seedlings, what more do we need? You've already chosen this one, and you want that one too.

Are the colleges in your capital city really this domineering?

Have you no shame?!

Baldy Ruan, who successfully stirred up a wave of discussion, has gracefully retired.

There's already a huge commotion behind me.

Tsk tsk, you can choose whichever you want. Looks like I should make some contact with Mu Fan beforehand.

Ruan Xiongfeng, stroking his chin, returned to the railing and looked down at the boy standing quietly in a long-sleeved jacket.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Mu Fan, his eyes wide open, was quite curious about the handsome young man who had just gone down. He was able to use his mind to control the four spheres with incredible skill, and his attack power was also quite impressive.

That's really impressive.

The number of participants in today's competition was only one-eighth of yesterday's, and the pace was very fast.

Just as the match was drawing to a close, Mu Fan's Electronic Nameplate vibrated again.

It's me again?

"Candidate No. 1578 versus Candidate No. 7100."

I gently squeezed my left hand. Although my body was recovering quickly and I could clearly feel that I was much better than before, I was still afraid that I still couldn't exert any force.

Keeping your hands in your pockets can minimize suspicion from others.

Mu Fan smiled and nodded to Pajie before going on stage.

When he went on stage, he suddenly realized that this person was someone he had been following.

As expected, the closer the competition gets to the end, the more elites remain.

This time, the boy wasn't wearing a jacket, but only a striped t-shirt.

Mu Fan's expression turned strange. Although he had never worn such new clothes before, why did they look so odd on this tall young man?

Hmm, wearing shorts... and then tucking the t-shirt into the shorts, with a corner sticking out.

Looking further up, you can see the boy with a proud expression.

His eyes kept gesturing towards his chest.

Chest?

It's just that t-shirt.

Seeing Mu Fan's gaze fall on his nice t-shirt, the tall, somewhat goofy-looking boy grinned.

When he laughed, Mu Fan was speechless. The boy's physique might be a little lacking, but his simple-mindedness was definitely comparable to that of Pajie.

"My name is Duke!"

The tall young man smiled kindly at Mu Fan.

Um?

That's quite interesting.

"Mu Fan".

"I know you, you're amazing, but I won't give up!"

Mu Fan was finally amused by the tall guy of the same age in front of him. "I won't give up either, come on!"

Duke rubbed his hands together, then bent over slightly as he aimed at Mu Fan.

Seeing Duke's starting stance, Mu Fan was initially nonchalant, but was surprised to find that in his mental perception, there was nothing but a rock in front of him!

A seamless, integrated defense?

Seeing that Duke wasn't attacking, Mu Fan threw a straight punch.

Level 20 power!

The first attempt.

Seeing Mu Fan's offensive move, Duke touched his arms together, forming a wall that stood firmly in front of him.

Bang!

Mu Fan was actually bounced back.

He had just hit his opponent squarely, but it was as if he had hit Strength Testing Instrument; apart from a jolt, there was no other reaction.

The boy named Duke in front of him even tilted his head and glanced at him.

"Amazing!" Mu Fan exclaimed sincerely.

"Hehe, again."

His competitive spirit was ignited when his opponent challenged him to another round.

The muscles in his right arm bulged, and the blood vessels began to pulsate under his skin, but the coat provided good cover, giving the impression that he was taking a long time to build up his strength.

Stone Piercing Fist!

He used the move he had learned before, his arm twisted behind his back was taut and charged to its limit.

Throw a punch!

A punch, carrying rapid spinning force and a whooshing sound, slammed down.

Those who were paying attention here couldn't help but widen their eyes.

What does it mean that this kid used such a powerful Fighting Technique right from the start?

That means the simpleton on the other side is a match of equal skill!

The group became interested again and began instructing their subordinates to look up information.

The errand runner couldn't help but complain endlessly. Why did these nobles start frantically collecting information every time they got to watch something exciting? They hadn't even looked at the information they were given last time!

Unfortunately, the work that still needs to be done still needs to be done.

Ruan Xiongfeng, who was watching Mu Fan from the high platform, chuckled. This was going to be quite a show.

Seeing Mu Fan's incredibly powerful punch, Duke suddenly puffed out his chest proudly to meet it!

What is he going to do?

This move by his opponent was completely unexpected by Mu Fan.

However, the punches were so fast that there was no time to change tactics.

A heavy punch landed on Duke.

No, not the chest, but the waist and abdomen.

Because there was no bone-like texture at all, I could only feel my fist constantly rotating and rubbing against my steel-like muscles.

Suddenly the muscles in front of my fist twisted together, and then the rotation of my fist was abruptly halted.

Duke looked up and grinned.

"I will not admit defeat."

Mu Fan: "..."

With your abilities, you're actually playing dumb to fool others, and the worst part is you're not even pretending to be stupid...

Mu Fan felt like he had encountered an incredibly resilient martial arts fanatic. His opponent didn't know what pain was, and his Level 21 strength was completely ineffective.

"Come and hit me!"

Mu Fan suddenly spoke.

Duke looked surprised for a moment, then said embarrassedly, "Then I'll play."

First, he threw a punch, then a barrage of punches and kicks came down without any strategy or method.

Mu Fan calmly deflected the opponent's punch with his right hand, and then discovered that the opponent's punching power was only around level 16.

How can it be so weak?

"Help!"

"I've already done my part!" Duke said with certainty.

Is this the opponent's full strength?

How can there be such a big difference between strength and endurance?

He hasn't yet sensed the upper limit of his opponent's endurance.

Those around who noticed the scene found it somewhat amusing. The two had been exchanging blows for a long time without any effect, and number 1578, who was known as the "Great Demon King," had not gained any advantage over his opponent.

Neither side has suffered any effective harm.

I can't delay any longer.

Mu Fan had already stood still, glanced at his left arm without making a sound. He needed to give his arm enough time to recover.

Then, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to resort to that one move.

He raised his head slightly, his sharp eyes glancing at the shoulder opposite him.