The Gift of Release

(Brothers, before this book was released, it didn't have any major hits, six channels, or strong promotions, but I still have you guys!! I saw your support! So let's keep the passion going!! Dangdang needs your support to bring back all the honors this book deserves!!)

"Have you seen the third candidate?"

"I saw it, what's wrong, boss?"

"You're asking me what happened? You fucking calculate his speed just now! Is that even a human's projectile speed?"

Instructor Zhou from the Taoyun Academy slapped the young teaching assistant hard, wondering how someone like that even got in.

"Instructor Zhou, mind your place!"

The instructor, who was at the height of his evil aura, raised his head, his expression immediately softening, and he put on a fawning smile.

"Supervisor He, I'll listen to you."

Those who noticed this place from other college districts were all amazed.

The image of the boy exploding and disappearing was clearly visible from high above, but what happened next silenced them all.

With a loud bang!

Mu Fan vanished from the spot. Wu Jian and the other man only saw the man's right fist slam heavily into the ground, felt the ground tremble, and then disappeared from sight.

Where are they?

In an instant, as the two people twisted their hands, the countless wolf-fang-like black shadows turned around again.

Behind you!

My heart was still pounding.

Mu Fan's eyes were frighteningly red at this moment; the force of his punch had instantly made him appear behind the two of them.

Now, as the Wu brothers turned around, they met Mu Fan's bloodshot eyes.

That look in his eyes!

It's not cruelty to life, but rather...

Disregard for life!

They exchanged a glance, their daggers tracing mysterious paths; this time, they were determined not to let their opponent escape.

Mu Fan leaned forward, his hands suddenly reaching diagonally backward. As the veins and bones bulged, his fingers began to spread out continuously.

Thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

At the same time, pull back to the limit, then pick it up with your fingertips.

"Too slow..."

Mu Fan finally spoke a sentence.

What?

The sound of a dagger slicing through the air did not obscure this sentence; both Wu Jian and the other man heard it simultaneously.

What is he saying!

Too slow?

We'll talk when you're in hell! Go to hell!

As the two unleashed their full power, their combat suits tore apart, starting from their shoulders.

The clothes could no longer contain the explosive power in his arms.

A pack of wolves attacked, leaving bones scattered everywhere!

Mu Fan paid no attention to their movements; his gaze was now fixed on their throats, where each had a protrusion—behind the Adam's apple, was the trachea...

As the fragments of images in his mind ended, with his heart pounding at nearly 500 beats per minute, Mu Fan's blood was almost washing away the last shred of his rationality.

"Our people are not afraid of death!"

"Everyone is born with dreams!"

" Under the Under the Starry Sky, you can go anywhere!"

"Isn't I the most ferocious beast of all? Hahaha!!!"

When the last sentence appeared, Mu Fan suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with boundless pride. He then swept his hands forward from where they were pulled back to their limit, leaving only afterimages.

Only two deep pits, each half a meter in diameter, remained on the spot.

Too slow.

In the dense, Blood-colored Vision, the shadowy blades appeared as light, fluttering willow catkins, easily dodged with the slightest movement of the hand.

Although there are many, it's still too slow...

The hands seemed to defy the laws of the human body; their ghostly bending and speed beyond human vision made them impossible to see clearly even with surveillance cameras.

Wu Jian and the other man clearly saw their daggers cutting into each other's bodies, and in a mere second, they even managed to make dozens of cuts together!

But why is there no sense of physical presence?

The figure disappeared...

It's an afterimage!

As the two were startled, they simultaneously felt a warm sensation on their Adam's apples.

Then I heard a soft sigh beside me:

"Granted... liberation."

Then the three fingers that were gripping the throats of the two people exerted force simultaneously.

Click.

With a soft sound of a throat breaking, the two figures froze, Mu Fan appeared ten meters behind them.

He straightened up, revealing two bright red marks on his fingers that were draped behind his back.

With her back to Wu Jian and the other two, she gracefully spread out her hands and flicked them lightly.

Blood droplets flew into the air from the fingertips.

Sizzle... Pfft!

Blood mist gushed from the throats of the two people behind him.

The two men's eyes widened, but the light in their eyes turned ashen, and they collapsed like two rootless wooden stakes.

Mu Fan suddenly tilted his head to look ahead, and a person trembling all over appeared a few dozen meters in front of him.

My teeth chattered uncontrollably.

This was the third member of the Loser's Bracket. He was several hundred meters behind the Wu Jian Brothers, but he never expected to see them being instantly killed when he arrived.

Then he saw Mu Fan's eyes looking over at him.

What eyes those are!

Coldness, indifference, death!

"Ah!!!" The examinee screamed in fright and then turned and ran away.

Faced with such an opponent, he dared not even entertain the slightest desire to attack; he did not want to suffer a tragic death like Wu Jian.

Watching the fleeing figure silently, Mu Fan did not give chase.

Instead, he turned around, one step, two steps,

Walking past the corpses of Kiri and Ken,

He walked past the half-cloak he had thrown away.

He stomped the dagger he had spat out into the mud.

His heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually disappeared. Mu Fan shook his head, as if remembering what he had just done. He turned his head to look at the two corpses for two seconds.

Then raise your head and run forward.

On the warship, the academic district and the military witnessed for the first time such clear footage of candidates Geshā each other, and such a brutal and tragic scene.

An eerie silence fell over the entire room at that moment.

"These... these are the candidates from this year's cohort?"

"Hurry up and find out the information! Ideally, find his temporary address and contact information!"

"Boss, I can't see clearly..."

"Check his Fighting Technique? Are you an idiot?! Get lost!"

"..." The young teaching assistant looked at his boss speechlessly. Boss, can you tell me what Fighting Technique he used first?

In the observation area of the Bonar Academy, a professor of a very high rank was watching the boy who was still running on the screen when he suddenly spoke, "It's Fighting Technique that the Federation hasn't recorded. Pay close attention to it."

At the Taoyun Academy, Instructor He Tian instructed Instructor Zhou: "Prepare to make contact. Starting with the records, this boy is constantly pushing the boundaries. I have a feeling he will become a rising star."

Instructor Zhou said reluctantly, "Supervisor He, aren't you giving this kid too much credit?"

Supervisor He turned his head with a cold expression. "Hmm?"

"I'll go right now!"

At the Dawn Academy, the Senior Observer was originally the head lecturer, but now it seems that Dawn Academy is the one that pays the least attention to the Zicui Star examination hall.

He tried applying directly to the university's main campus, but his application was rejected.

The reason is simple. "If we at Shuguang are the best, we will have more elite candidates in other regions."

He had just witnessed Mu Fan instantly kill two people and was now pondering what to do, since there were only two spots available for the truly elite treatment.

As for the Dingchuan Academy, Baldy Ruan remained silent, and the other observers didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Judging from this, the game is about to end. What kind of attitude is my boss having?

Ruan Xiongfeng, rubbing his chin and still staring at the screen, chuckled. "Kid, looks like I won't be able to get you out of this unless I use my real secrets."

No one seemed to care about the two who had died. Survival of the fittest meant that anyone with weak mental fortitude would never have been selected by the academy.

Mu Fan, who was running through the forest, had no idea that his actions had been seen clearly by the crowd in the sky.

He didn't even realize he was already in third place; all he knew was, "I have to win, I have to win..."

Victory!