Head-on Collision (Part 1)

Fatty hadn't arrived yet. Mu Fan appeared in Chanisen's office again. Chanisen's eyes were red. The first thing he said when he saw Mu Fan was, "Jerff was just sent away!"

Mu Fan listened quietly to Chanisen's narration. Young Master Wen was clearly in a bad mood today. He arrived very early, then notified the Martial Arts Hall to send their strongest person over. Jerff, who was seriously injured yesterday, went. Then, in less than half an hour, Jerff was sent out of the Martial Arts Hall!!

"Bang!" Chanisen slammed his hand heavily on the table, his eyes red as he stared at Mu Fan: "Young Master Wen is furious right now. Jerff was seriously injured and taken out. Now Young Master Wen wants the Martial Arts Hall to send another person!"

If no one can step up, I won't have a good outcome, and none of you will either! Chanisen roared in anger in his heart.

"Kid, your chance has come. I have to say you're very lucky. The opportunity you wished for is right in front of you now. Are you going or not?"

Mu Fan tilted his head slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. At this moment, he also had a fire in his heart that needed to be released. He said to Chanisen, word by word, "Go, why wouldn't I go?"

Chanisen didn't see a hint of fear on the young man's face, only that confidence and the unparalleled calmness in his eyes.

Steadying himself, the middle-aged manager, who was like a trapped beast fighting for survival, said to Mu Fan in a solemn tone, "I just need you to hold on this time! If Young Master Wen calms down, everything is easy to talk about. If Young Master Wen doesn't calm down, nothing is easy to talk about. Do you understand!?" By the end, Chanisen's face was contorted.

"I know it's Young Master Wen. Although he's very powerful, I won't fight back. I'm just a sparring partner, right?" Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "As for Young Master Harry, you can rest assured. I've already discussed it with him in advance. If he comes, remember to say hello to him."

"However, as you said, I'll only go once. After all, Young Master Harry also has a limit to his tolerance," Mu Fan "kindly" reminded the Martial Arts Hall manager in front of him.

"Go, room one on the third floor!" Chanisen bit down on his cigar and inhaled fiercely.

Mu Fan's expression quickly faded as he walked out the door, heading expressionlessly towards room one on the third floor. Walking the same path back, but with a different mood.

"Beep, identification, sparring partner - Mu Fan, please wait." Mu Fan pressed the intercom button.

"Heh, finally another sandbag has arrived. The Martial Arts Hall is very efficient. It won't be another piece of trash, will it? Tsk tsk, come in," a gloomy voice came from the intercom, full of mockery.

Mu Fan's lips twitched. He entered the room and saw a young man with his upper body bare, kicking a wooden dummy until it cracked. Hearing Mu Fan enter, he turned his head and looked sideways.

He was about twenty years old, taller than Mu Fan, with a well-proportioned and strong physique. At this moment, he had a sinister expression, his gaze revealing contempt, as if looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

This was Young Master Wen! The only son of Luoqie Star's Second Councilor - Wen Zheming!

"They really dare to find just anyone for me. Chanisen, well done, hehe." Putting down one leg, Wen Zheming stretched his muscles and beckoned to Mu Fan.

"Come on, don't worry, I won't kill anyone, but whether you can endure it is up to you." A bloodthirsty look appeared in his eyes, a perverted excitement of about to brutally abuse his opponent with his fists and feet!

"Hello, Young Master Wen." Mu Fan didn't react in the ways Wen Zheming had imagined. There wasn't a trace of fear on his face, and there was even a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Wen Zheming hated this feeling of being out of his control, and he hated arrogant people even more. He frowned almost imperceptibly, narrowing his eyes and looking coldly at the thin young man in front of him.

Mu Fan seemed not to see Young Master Wen's expression at all and continued to speak to himself, "Young Master Wen, I am a sparring partner from the Starfall Martial Arts Hall. I was temporarily assigned by Mr. Chanisen to be your sparring partner. I can only spar once. I hope you can enjoy your practice at the Starfall Martial Arts Hall."

Wen Zheming walked over step by step, looking down at Mu Fan, and said coldly, "I hate arrogance the most, so I will hit very hard. If you can't last for an hour, I will be very angry."

"Hello, Young Master Wen, what if I last for an hour?" Mu Fan's faint smile made Wen Zheming's eyes grow colder.

"Then you can make a request, but if you can't last for an hour..."

"Then I'll just die." Mu Fan said this with a smile, patting the boxing target on his hand.

"Then you can just die!" Wen Zheming's eyes instantly became frantic, and a swift straight punch shot towards his opponent's chest!

The smile on Mu Fan's face disappeared, and his right arm simultaneously rose.

Bang! The fist heavily struck the boxing target, dissipating into nothingness.

Both of them looked up at each other at the same time!

Mu Fan didn't retreat a single step. His left hand remained at his side, and the punch mitt in his right hand was held steadily in front of him.

"Heh, you've got some skills!" Wen Zheming licked his lips. A strong lamb was more satisfying to slaughter, but a lamb was still a lamb in the end.

A hint of bloodlust flashed in his eyes again. He pulled back his fist, then his upper arm muscles bulged. Wen Zheming threw a right hook straight at Mu Fan's temple.

Mu Fan's head had subtly shifted when Wen Zheming threw the punch, which didn't catch Wen Zheming's attention. However, for some reason, his head didn't continue to dodge. Instead, it stopped its extremely slight movement. His right hand moved to his temple faster than Wen Zheming's, and his left hand steadily supported his right.

Bang! It hit the punch mitt again, and Mu Fan's body still didn't move! The force was fifty percent greater than Man Kun's punch.

600kg of punching power was blocked again!

Was this seemingly crushable bug trying to show its presence in this way? Didn't you see what happened to that big idiot before? A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face again, and Wen Zheming continued to increase his force.

700kg! Wen Zheming just wanted to vent! He had been lectured by his father, who was a councilor, last night, and he was feeling all sorts of unhappy. He had tried to force himself on the daughter of a lower-level councilor in District 22, and that councilor had actually called his backer, which ended up provoking his own father.

A surge of anger had nowhere to vent at this moment!

Why did he come to this broken place? He dared to provoke his own father for a woman, completely ruining his rare good mood.

How dare you refuse me, you stinking bitch!

And you low-level creatures in this district, watch as I beat you one by one until you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy, hahahaha!

This kid in front of me, a trashy sparring partner, dares to provoke me? Do you really think you can get out of here alive? Wen Zheming was like a madman, each punch faster than the last.

Mu Fan just took the hits. His body no longer remained standing still, but took a step back to form a support. The punch mitt in his hand accurately appeared on Wen Zheming's attack path, blocking those deadly blows.

Trash, you can't hold on anymore. Remembering Mu Fan's faint smile from before, Wen Zheming felt a fire in his heart. A sparring partner from a martial arts hall is also qualified to make demands of me? What are you!

Letting people in the circle know that I made a bet with a sparring partner? What a joke.

He exerted force with both arms!

The wind from his fists whistled. Wen Zheming's attacks were all aimed at vital points: eyes, ribs, heart. He wasn't using his full strength; he wanted to cripple this person little by little, making him much more miserable than the previous two combined, and then stomp him to death in his despairing eyes. Hahahaha...

His fists struck from various tricky and bizarre angles. Wen Zheming was even more excited when he saw Mu Fan take a step back.

Can't hold on anymore? Being able to block so many hits means you have some skills, but... trash, fall down for me!

He threw a punch with twelve levels of force. Over 1150kg of instantaneous punching power flowed from his arm into his fist. A cruel smile appeared on Wen Zheming's face.

"Bang!" A huge and heavy sound of leather being struck rang out. Mu Fan lowered his head, his right arm instantly crossing in front of him.

Rocks flew through the air, and surging waves crashed against the shore!

Mu Fan's eyes were sharp!

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