The Master Robber, Mu Fan (Alliance Leader He, An Bu Yao)

That's interesting.

The three of them saw that Mu Fan had actually adopted a defensive stance, and it seemed that this kid wouldn't admit defeat until he saw the coffin.

They grinned menacingly and adopted an offensive stance, forming a triangular encirclement.

The smallest of the men lunged forward and delivered a powerful kick straight at the knee.

It's just making sandbags, isn't it?

He twisted his right leg, his calf facing the man's kick without dodging or avoiding it.

The smaller man's kick was fierce and vicious; at the last moment, his toes changed from turning inward to kicking out.

The force of this kick instantly doubled.

This is his secret weapon; lacking the advantage of height and long arms, he makes good use of leg techniques to compensate for his shortcomings.

Small needle-like kick!

Hmph, Mu Fan remained firmly in place, taking the blow head-on.

What's wrong

The other two were delighted to see the short man kick the target directly, but they soon realized that the short man did not retract his leg to launch a second attack.

When I kicked that guy in the shin, he didn't even take a step back!

How could that be!

With a kicking force of level 17 and an exertion of nearly 4000 kg, all the power is concentrated in one point. If you don't retreat in the face of this attack, there is only one consequence: a broken bone!

But...

Her toes didn't even touch the bones; the tight, Secret Chamber leg muscles held her toes firmly in place.

What is he going to do?!

Mu Fan suddenly twisted his calf and sprang up forcefully.

The short man's leg was bounced away.

Thump!

He stomped his right leg on the ground again.

The short man's attack failed, and this time everyone could see it.

That's tough!

The three exchanged a glance and suddenly launched a joint attack.

Thunderclap Hammer!

Dapu Fist!

Tendon Crushing Kick!

The square-faced candidate was the most imposing, his fists clasped like hammers, and when he slammed them down, it even produced a thunderous sound.

Elbows met, Mu Fan leaned forward, and collided head-on!

No one saw his elbow press down on his shinbone at that moment; instead, the hardest part of his elbow was aimed at the heavy punch that came crashing down.

At this moment, Mu Fan showed no mercy; it was better to break one finger than to injure all ten.

He finally unleashed his advanced Half-Arm Guard attack technique—

Bang Hand Strike!

The Thunderclap Hammer slammed into Mu Fan's hard elbow.

At first, the opposing team was completely unaware, because Mu Fan's small-angle adjustments and even faster changes of tactics went unnoticed by everyone present.

Click!

My hands felt as if they had been struck hard against an incredibly rigid metal tripod. A sharp pain shot through me, and then my hands instantly lost all feeling.

At the same time, the other two simultaneously punched and kicked Mu Fan.

With his left arm exposed behind him, Mu Fan let out a muffled groan.

Both moves were completely countered.

Only then did the two teammates realize the pain Fang Lian was in.

"Eugene, what's wrong?"

"Ouch, my hand!"

When the two saw the twisted, limp hands hanging down, their hair stood on end.

Eugene, the strongest of the three, was crippled by a single blow.

how so.

Mu Fan remained silent, then raised his right arm again, bending at the elbow.

The remaining two men, one tall and one short, exchanged a glance and simultaneously pulled out daggers from behind their backs.

Upon seeing this, Mu Fan drew a dagger from his waist with lightning speed, silently activating his Dark Breath, his heart as calm as still water.

Now, every move of the three people in front of me is reflected in my brain.

How dare you steal my meat! Unforgivable!

Mu Fan's eyes were filled with Sen Ran.

This time, a knife has already been used, and the injury is likely not minor. It means that the loser in this fierce battle will probably be permanently disqualified from the competition.

The final fifty spots are within reach!

Superior!

The two launched a coordinated attack simultaneously.

Too slow...

Mu Fan gave this assessment in his mind: his explosiveness, endurance, and strength did not pose any threat to him.

With the enhanced vision provided by the Dark Breath, their movements were quickly slowed down.

Mu Fan suddenly raised his right arm, then spun and slashed downwards.

Pounce, pull out.

With a shift in his figure, he stabbed again.

Ah!

After their figures parted, two bloody wounds appeared on their right hands.

With a single strike, Mu Fan pierced through the palms of both of them.

The two of them were now trembling with pain, clutching their hands.

"You, you, you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? You three, go back and sit down." With a flourish, the black dagger disappeared from his hand, Mu Fan casually pointed in the direction they came from.

The three of them helped each other as they walked back, it seemed their trip had ended ahead of schedule.

"Wait a minute." The three of them shuddered. What was it now?

"Who is this Young Master Zhang you're talking about?" Mu Fan asked a crucial question. Just now, the three of them seemed to have muttered something before they made their move. Although their voices were very soft, he heard them.

The three of them looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Mu Fan slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the most imposing man. "You speak."

He shook his head like a rattle-drum. Now, the examinee Eugene has lost the use of both hands and urgently needs treatment in the Biological Repair Pod.

Seeing Mu Fan cripple the three of them without batting an eye, they were genuinely terrified.

Mu Fan glanced at his hanging hands and clenched his fists.

"I'll say it!"

"It's Zhang Yuanren. Before the competition, he gave us a large sum of money and asked us to help him. When we entered the secret base, the task he assigned us was to collect this backpack."

Who is Zhang Yuanren?

"All I know is that he came from a wealthy family. He said his name was Zhang Yuanren, but I don't know anything else. With that money, our family's life will improve a lot," Eugene said pitifully.

It looks like just a few chess pieces.

"How many backpacks did you steal?"

When they heard Mu Fan ask that question, the three of them looked at each other and then lowered their heads.

"Not a single one." This time it was the short guy, who spoke quite quickly, "After we were launched, we couldn't see anyone at all. The three of us went in and were launched at the same time. We ran into that kid over there after a while, and he actually threw away the lighter in his backpack in mid-air."

Mu Fan looked at the unlucky guy in the corner. The boy had a wronged expression on his face. He had lost his lighter and been beaten up twice.

"What's in the backpacks of the three of you?" Mu Fan asked again.

The three exchanged glances and confessed honestly:

"Tactical Battery"

"Stun gun".

"Cloak."

Mu Fan:...

Just in case it was a trap, we checked the backpacks of the three people, and sure enough, they contained these three items. We were speechless.

"Why didn't I see you using the stun guns just now?"

"It's working, but it's out of power." The one who had been silent the whole time finally spoke.

Just then, the unfortunate guy in the corner weakly interjected, "Can the tactical battery be put inside?"

A single word awakened me from my dream.

"Grass!"

The man looked annoyed, while the other two looked at him with such rage that they wanted nothing more than to rush up and kick him.

Ignoring the group, Mu Fan saw the cloak, picked it up, and put it on.

"This cloak is mine."

The three watched helplessly as Mu Fan put on the cloak, then leisurely sat back down by the fire to continue eating his roasted meat.

After resting, Mu Fan did not linger and left the abandoned warehouse; he was heading to the next area.

Only the original four people remained in the abandoned warehouse, but this time the larger group was now all in a semi-crippled state.

The unfortunate man looked at the backpacks the robbery team had placed on the ground, a hint of interest in his eyes...

Mu Fan didn't care what was happening behind him; he was determined to get on his way at all costs.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the third elimination round began.

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