A One-on-Three (Alliance Leader He, An Bu Yao)

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Um?

Mu Fan keenly noticed the movements of these people, wondering what they were doing.

Why are there four candidates here at once?

However, the other party did not make any move for the time being, and Mu Fan did not react much. He took out a small clump of dry moss from his backpack. He had found it on a piece of dead wood that had been exposed to the sun in the open. In the jungle, this would be a good kindling material.

Then take out the branches and a small piece of wood.

What is he going to do?

Could they have started a fire this way?

The other four people looked at each other with strange eyes, as they witnessed a real-life manifestation of a fire-making method that only existed in history books.

The three of them had tried before, but failed.

Thinking of this, the three men once again glared menacingly at the person in the other corner, who shrank back upon seeing their hostile gazes.

The group first questioned him about his Mysterious Backpack. He said he had lost it and was beaten up. When they heard that it contained a lighter, he was beaten up again.

Who knew that lighter would be so useful? Now I suddenly regret my stupid actions on the vehicle.

I was so impulsive! I should have known better than to throw it away...

No, even if you don't throw it away, you'll still end up having it stolen!

The candidate buried his face in his knees in pain.

It's all tears.

Mu Fan over there was concentrating on arranging all the tinder, then holding the branch between his hands.

Twist!

His hands instantly transformed into a phantom.

The three men's eyes widened in surprise; the kid's movements were surprisingly skilled.

Little did they know that this method of starting a fire was already commonplace for Mu Fan when he hunted in the wilderness.

Hiss! First, a plume of white smoke rose up, and then several sparks began to dance.

Soon the sparks began to ignite the surrounding dry moss, and the fire began to spread until it set fire to the few dry, broken branches.

It's funny to think that these dry tinder were found on the riverbank where there was no vegetation.

The fire quickly spread. Seeing the boy's calm and composed demeanor, the three exchanged glances. What was this kid up to by starting a fire inside?

He didn't look wet at all.

Soon these people found out what Mu Fan was thinking, and they actually saw a huge piece of meat!

Mu Fan took out the snake meat, still stained with blood, and cut it into several strips. Then, he gently pressed it down with his left hand and used his right hand to pierce another, longer branch into the meat.

Let's start grilling!

Unfortunately, there was no salt.

Mu Fan still felt quite regretful. As he skillfully tossed the meat over with his right hand, the aroma of the meat quickly became richer.

Watching the young man skillfully flip the meat back and forth, it soon began to sizzle.

Glug.

This time it wasn't Mu Fan, but one of the other four people present.

Including that unfortunate examinee who lost his lighter, whose stomach is now growling loudly, having not eaten since morning.

The eyes of these four people have turned green.

This kid actually got to eat meat!

Didn't they know they had been hungry all day?

Mu Fan stared intently at the roasted meat in front of him. It was already seven-tenths cooked, and he could eat it in a little while!

The four men's eyes followed the rolling, sizzling meat.

The kid took the barbecue back.

He took a bite!

Such a big bite!

With a gulp, Mu Fan swallowed a piece of meat, smacked his lips, and said it tasted pretty good. This was the first time he had ever eaten roasted snake meat; there were no pythons of this size on Luoqie Star.

The meat was tender, but it still had a slightly fishy smell, and it wasn't soaked in alcohol or seasoned with salt.

That's the only way. After thinking it over, I took another bite!

The four men swallowed hard, watching the boy tear off another piece of meat and swallow it.

The unfortunate examinee, having lost the mysterious grand prize—a lighter—simply turned his head away, no longer looking in this direction. Judging from Mu Fan's demeanor, he knew Mu Fan was not someone to be trifled with, so he decided to sit quietly in the corner.

With the dappled light and shadows in the warehouse and the stains of snake blood on his face, these people couldn't see Mu Fan's true face at all, so they didn't know that this was the "Great Demon King" No. 1578!

The three of them had already stood up and were walking towards Mu Fan.

Having just swallowed another piece of roasted meat, Mu Fan comfortably squinted his eyes.

"Huh?" Suddenly seeing a dark shadow looming over his eyes, Mu Fan, who was crouching on the ground, looked up and saw three people staring at him menacingly.

Two tall and one short, all looking quite robust, stood side by side in identical combat uniforms, their imposing presence immediately overwhelming.

"What's up?"

Mu Fan swallowed the meat he was chewing and asked calmly.

"Hey, do you see that kid over there?" one of them suddenly pointed to the examinee who had his head buried in his knees.

Mu Fan glanced at that spot, then looked away without saying a word.

"He's quite honest, and we hope you'll be honest too, otherwise you've seen it yourself." The man gestured to indicate that there were three of them.

"What's in that Mysterious Backpack of yours?"

One of the candidates, with a square face, asked, pointing to the combat kit.

"Are we that close?"

Feeling that the people in front of him were speaking somewhat strangely, Mu Fan didn't bother with them.

He lowered his head again and put the grilled meat into his mouth.

The sizzling oil on the snake meat was seen being fed into the mouth of the boy.

The three of them were humiliated.

"Kid, we don't want any more trouble. Leave the meat, leave the backpack, and get out of there." The square-faced examinee pointed to the corner again, indicating that Mu Fan and that poor guy should sit together.

Mu Fan recalled the scene of mutual slaughter he had witnessed earlier, and then looked at the three people in front of him who were merely threatening him, and shook his head.

Before the other person could misunderstand his meaning, he spoke up, his voice unhurried. "The meat is mine, and the backpack is mine. I just want to finish eating quietly and continue on my way."

"Eugene, we'll split the meat from this kid's body equally. Leave the stuff in the backpack for Young Master Zhang."

The shortest of the three candidates spoke to the square-faced one.

Mu Fan saw that the patience in the eyes of the three people opposite him had completely disappeared, and they had spread out and surrounded him.

He stopped flipping the meat with his wrist, then leaned the wooden branch against his back and clapped his hands.

Mu Fan stood up.

With his right arm raised, Mu Fan's gaze swept over the three men.

They actually tried to steal my meat!

The three people opposite had no idea that this kid valued the piece of meat even more than the backpack.

"What a disappointment."

"That's such a shame."

"You can just lie here and wait to be eliminated."

With one sentence from each of them, the three of them had already drawn their conclusions about the boy in front of them.

The unlucky guy in the corner looked at Mu Fan with pitiful eyes. With three candidates, all of whom had a physique of level 17 or above, surrounding him in such a small space, it was easy to predict what would happen to the boy.

None of the three drew their daggers; they were eager to see the boy in front of them beg for mercy in agony under their fists.

Then, seeing the despair in his eyes, just thinking about it is a very satisfying thing.

With a slightly cold look in his eyes, Mu Fan began to engage all the muscles in his body.

With a soft touch of his left hand, Mu Fan took a small step and came to a stop.

The right arm is turned downwards and the elbow is bent outwards, the hand is clenched into a fist, and the left palm is placed against the right fist.

Facing six punches with one arm, Mu Fan showed no fear.

The prototype of that defensive martial art technique that I used while making sandbags at the Star Martial Arts Hall Loga—

Half-Arm Guard!

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