What is a Strongman

The floor beneath his feet was replaced with a special composite material. A similar beam of light enveloped Mu Fan within a ten-meter radius, and everything around him was still black. Mu Fan's eyes flashed red, and through the synchronized night vision ability connected by neurons, the dense blackness was boundless!

His heart was filled with awe. This world was always so awe-inspiring.

"You're early." A low voice came from behind him.

Mu Fan was startled. He had already been on guard, yet he still couldn't sense his presence.

The Fighter in the shadows seemed to know what Mu Fan was thinking and spoke again, "Don't be nervous. Yesterday was a welcoming gift. Today, the formal training begins."

Only then did Mu Fan turn around. He strained his eyes, staring into the darkness before him.

There was only a black silhouette there, not walking into the central light source.

"Interesting little fellow, do you want to see me clearly?" The person seemed amused by the young man's actions, a hint of laughter in his tone.

"I can't see clearly." Mu Fan answered honestly.

Two faint green lights suddenly appeared in the darkness. They were eyes!! They were quietly looking in Mu Fan's direction.

The Fighter's figure gradually became visible and solidified. Although he was in the same black mist, Mu Fan could now clearly see the Fighter's entire body... outline, except for his face! The face hidden under the cloak still only had two faint green lights.

A large, somewhat worn cloak covered his entire body, completely out of place with the character models Mu Fan had seen on the PO Battle Network. At this distance, he could notice that the rough fabric was quite thick, with faint traces of sword cuts on it, small, uneven cracks.

His hands hung at his sides, covered by metal gauntlets. In his right hand, he held a metal short staff. At this moment, it seemed the Fighter Instructor intentionally revealed it. Mu Fan could clearly see that both ends of the short staff were unusually heavy, with complex metal patterns wrapped around a faint green glow. No, there were also some on the backs of his hands, but the color was even dimmer. The rest of his body was hidden beneath the tattered cloak and could not be seen.

The Fighter simply stood there naturally, and a sense of vicissitude, mixed with history and iron-bloodedness, washed over him. Mu Fan looked at the person before him as if facing a martial arts master who had crossed time and space.

Shock! The first person to give Mu Fan such immense pressure was a virtual character on the PO Battle Network!

It was incredibly real. Was this really arranged by Black for him? Whether it was the tone or the conversation, he was being led by him.

"Hello, Fighter Instructor." Mu Fan didn't think about anything else, lowering his head and greeting him respectfully.

"Very good." The person before him spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, yet its penetrative power was like a knife carving, going straight to the heart.

"You are very weak," the person before him set the tone from the start, ignoring Mu Fan's unconvinced gaze. "I can kill you a thousand times with the same staff, do you believe it?"

Mu Fan, who was about to retort, was speechless. He believed it! But he was still unconvinced.

Seeing the expression on Mu Fan's face, the two faint green lights flickered, and the low voice spoke again, "Having ambition is a good thing."

The figure paced around with his hands behind his back, but his voice accurately reached Mu Fan's ears, "The gap between you and me, starting from today, you will gradually understand. But," his tone emphasized slightly, "from today onwards, as long as you can persevere, I will make you stronger and stronger, until you surpass me..."

"Any other questions?" The figure turned again, his faint green eyes scrutinizing Mu Fan.

"No." Mu Fan was not someone who liked to talk nonsense.

"Very good, then let's begin today's first training session. From now on, I will teach you for 2 hours every day. This is a virtual world, so I can only teach you techniques, all sorts of techniques... However, if you can't keep up with the intensity of muscle training in reality, then everything you learn will be empty talk." The short staff in the Fighter's right hand suddenly began to spin vertically in his palm. The speed was not fast, but it was incredibly steady. Mu Fan noticed that his metal-covered fingers barely moved.

"However, your current state is not right." The Fighter suddenly struck out with his right hand like lightning, at least ten times faster than the rubber bullets in the Gravity Room. He didn't even see an afterimage; his vision was already replaced by the heavy short staff. The metal short staff was aimed at the center of his eyebrows, just a little further and it would touch.

Forcing himself to endure the twitching and discomfort of the skin between his eyebrows, Mu Fan didn't treat the person before him as a virtual character at all. He respectfully lowered his eyes, "I've been troubled since yesterday."

"Speak." A simple word.

"I'm thinking about something. Please instruct me, Instructor."

"En." The Fighter was noncommittal.

"I'm a sparring partner, I can only take hits, not fight back." Mu Fan's bright eyes looked at the instructor in front of him. "But I want to stand up for my friend."

"Heh heh," as if hearing something funny, the Fighter's low voice came through the black curtain. "Just do it. Before you have the corresponding strength, everything is empty talk."

"So you're anxious, anxious about what to do after you make a move?" Like a wise elder, the Fighter had seen through the truth.

"Fight your way out?" The Fighter asked and answered himself, "Ridiculous!"

"I ask you, what is a strong person?"

Mu Fan was, after all, just a 17-year-old boy, and at this moment, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the Fighter's words.

"You definitely know Black. I know your relationship, so Black asked me to teach you."

The words that Mu Fan had been holding back in his heart finally had someone to confide in. "I want to become stronger. There has never been a day with more motivation than now. Please guide me, Instructor!"

"Can you beat him?" The Fighter suddenly threw out a question lightly.

"Yes!" Mu Fan said decisively! He had a general judgment of the opponent's strength in his heart.

"Then go, but you have to endure!! You are a sparring partner!! Then let him hit you, but hit until he submits!! Use your brain more." He pointed to his forehead with his left hand, while also mocking Mu Fan's weakness.

"Before you have the strength to survive, everything is empty talk! A strong person doesn't just crush with muscles, but also embodies the will at the spiritual level!!"

"Of course, if you really can't hold on, fight back. If you can't even win when fighting back, then you will really disappoint me."

Mu Fan's face turned red, and he stared with wide eyes, "I can hold on!"

"Then go!!"

Mu Fan's heart instantly cleared! Then go!! All the previous annoyance was completely discarded.

Suddenly, Mu Fan's wristband beeped, indicating that someone was calling in reality.

Mu Fan's heart settled, They're here! He looked up at the Fighter Instructor, "I have to go offline first, Instructor."

The pair of eerie green eyes looked at Mu Fan for a while, then the Fighter turned his back and disappeared into the black mist.

"Go, don't disappoint me."

As soon as Mu Fan took off his helmet, he heard the communicator in the room ringing non-stop, repeatedly repeating the voice reminder, "Sparring partner Mu Fan, please answer quickly."

"I am Mu Fan, please speak."

"Come to the Fourth Floor."

"Okay!"

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ps: Thanks to book friend "Poetic and PicturesquedotRen Xiaowei" for the generous reward!

Due to the need to prepare for next week's recommendation, the update schedule is temporarily adjusted to one chapter today, two chapters tomorrow, and three chapters the day after tomorrow. Please be patient, and there will be an interesting event today as follows.

(Small question in this chapter, who is the prototype of the Fighter Instructor?

Hahahaha, I'm too wicked, the answer is hard to find, but I did it anyway, because I know you can't hit me, that... put down your fists and we're still friends.

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