Head-on Collision (Part 2)

A brief silence fell over the Training Field!

The kid in front of him hadn't fallen as he expected; he had actually blocked his powered-up punch.

His cheek twitched! Wen Zheming's maliciousness intensified!

Alright! Then let's have another strike. Without further pause and without giving Mu Fan more time to react, Wen Zheming stomped his left leg on the ground, and his right foot kicked up into the air, changing from a fist to a leg! The large man who had come in injured earlier had been directly knocked out by this very strike.

Trash!

Wen Zheming wanted to vent all the anger he had accumulated recently.

This time, Mu Fan bent his left elbow and raised it to face the heavy leg that was whistling through the air. His right hand was placed between his shoulder and the back of his hand, and his body sank down.

Hmph, after a brief pause, his body returned to its original position. Mu Fan used two layers of cushioning to withstand this powerful and heavy strike.

Wen Zheming withdrew his hand and stood, looking at the thin kid in front of him. He softly uttered two words: "Trash."

Mu Fan's slightly lowered eyes didn't even lift their lids. No one could see the deep red light that suddenly flashed in his eyes at this moment, his gaze as sharp and cold as a blade.

When fighting, Wen Zheming liked to destroy his opponent's belief through language and spirit, and then use his brutal fists to severely cripple or even kill his opponent!

This kid in front of him was like a piece of stubborn chewing gum, no matter how he hit him, he just stuck there without moving. After severely insulting the other party, seeing the opponent's lowered gaze, Wen Zheming's malicious fire burned in his chest as he hadn't achieved the desired effect!

Then let's do it again, a more violent whip kick came lashing out fiercely!

As Mu Fan clenched his teeth, "Hah!" his entire body took on the stance of a green ox butting horns and met the attack head-on, sending himself forward with an even more fierce and violent posture!

Bang!

Mu Fan blocked it again. Today, he had to endure. The words of the Fighter Instructor echoed in his ears: "Of course, if you really can't hold on, then fight back. If you can't even win by fighting back, then you'll truly disappoint me..."

Can't hold on? Heh heh, after Mu Fan lowered his head and withstood another brutal charge from the opposite side, he kept his head down, his teeth grinding audibly.

Today, I'll endure for you to see!!

I'm going to face it head-on!!

You're the trash! Come at me!

Like a lit powder keg, Mu Fan instantly exploded!

Ultimately, paper couldn't cover fire. Chanisen had quietly sent someone to take Jerff away, but once one person found out and spoke up, the matter spread like wildfire through word of mouth.

No matter how big the Martial Arts Hall was, it was relative. Today, the people in Training Field 5 were chatting more or less while training, and a word or two would occasionally pop out.

"You came early today, did you see Jerff?"

"What a coincidence, you know about this too?"

"Shh, who doesn't know? Can Chanisen hide it even if he wants to?"

"Jerff was pretty miserable yesterday, and today, tsk tsk..."

"Stop gloating. Who in our line of work hasn't thought about this day when they started?" One person couldn't stand it and retorted.

Someone next to him immediately agreed, "Da Wei, your build is far from Jerff's. Don't talk nonsense. If you went up there, you'd probably be carried out in twenty minutes, maybe even die in there."

The person who had been speaking sarcastically earlier raised an eyebrow, about to flare up.

"Shh, stop arguing. Look, Chanisen is coming down."

"Shh..."

Someone with sharp eyes saw the middle-level manager of the Martial Arts Hall not far away – Chanisen – walking over with his hands behind his back and a gloomy expression. After a low exclamation, everyone immediately fell silent in unison and began practicing diligently.

"A bunch of lazy bums! Anyone who doesn't want to work here can scram! You won't be missed if you're gone, and you won't add anything if you're here. Anyone who keeps gossiping, get out!" Chanisen walked to the edge of the field with red eyes and started a furious rant.

Mr. Chanisen was quite angry.

No one on the scene dared to respond. Who would dare to provoke him at this moment? As long as they didn't encounter someone too difficult, the income from this job was still quite substantial.

No one wanted to collect disability pay, but even more, no one wanted to be kicked out.

Chanisen had been restless since Mu Fan left, his chest almost filled with anxiety and worry. The beautiful cigar he had just lit was extinguished after only two puffs.

He had lost his composure a bit. When had a young master from the First City District ever come to the 22nd City District? Never, right? This time was an opportunity for him. If he could seize it, he could rise up. If he couldn't, not only would he not be able to rise, but he would probably have trouble even standing.

Wen Zheming's unpredictable and vengeful nature – who wasn't afraid of that?!

Thinking about it made him incredibly agitated. He went downstairs for a walk and saw this group of people, who seemed to want the world to be in chaos, gathered together whispering. He knew what they were talking about without even thinking about it.

"If I see anyone gossiping here again, immediately, scram!" The short-statured Chanisen silenced everyone collectively. With a cold face, Chanisen returned to the Suspension Elevator in a rage.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Boom, suddenly like a bursting dam, everyone burst into unrestrained laughter almost simultaneously.

"Look at Chanisen's face, it's all wrinkled up like orange peel, I'm dying of laughter, hahaha."

"Who is he trying to scare? Only the new rookies."

"Hey, right, where's Big Eater, Ten Box Man, Overbearing Kid?" Suddenly, someone heard this and brought it up. With so many nicknames, they were definitely talking about Mu Fan, who had a large appetite and almost got into a conflict yesterday. He had been here for two days, and the incidents he caused were getting bigger and bigger. It was impossible not to know about him.

"Right, I think I saw him go to the third floor."

"Wasn't he there yesterday?"

"No, he went up, then came out, and then went up again... Could it be..."

"Could he have gone there!!" The group of sparring partners said in unison.

Everyone was stunned, and then the voices of the people around them converged into two words simultaneously—

"Holy crap!"

Inside Room 1 on the third floor, which was like being isolated from the world, two figures were colliding wildly!

Mu Fan had been completely provoked into a rage!

I'll let you hit me!

The two sections of arms held up in front of him were like two lingering iron pillars in Wen Zheming's eyes. Wherever he hit, they would appear there, accurately blocking his moves.

Go to hell!! Wen Zheming was no longer using sparring techniques, but completely lethal killing moves.

Sweep Kick! After the hook punch and quick attack, the line of sight between the two was blocked by Mu Fan's punching target. A good opportunity! Wen Zheming squatted down for a sweep kick. The violent power burst was enough to snap a wooden stake.

Mu Fan's eyes twitched. Just as he was about to kick, his teeth ground together with a grating sound. His face hardened, and his right leg straightened and twisted, meeting the attack with the side of his leg, like a giant dragon battle flag plunging straight into the earth!

I'll just stand here, let you kick! In this storm of attacks, Mu Fan felt his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer, as if an invisible thread was connecting everything together and feeding it back into his mind. What is this?

Hmph!!

Passively enduring Wen Zheming's attack, which exceeded 14 levels of explosive power, Mu Fan let out a muffled grunt! His right leg didn't bend to cushion the impact, taking the full force of the incoming power.

I'll just let you kick!

Wen Zheming didn't see Mu Fan's leg being swept off and kicked away. Instead, as he advanced rapidly, he felt like he had hit a wall and was violently stopped by the immense inertia.

Crack. Wen Zheming's leg was blocked by Mu Fan's right leg, which stood like a Vajra. His upper body was thrown by the remaining momentum, and he quickly propped himself up with one arm on the ground.

Huff. Wen Zheming stood up, breathing heavily. Sweat shattered in the air and soaked the ground.

Seeing that Mu Fan still didn't resist and just stood there, what a good sparring partner, hehe. A wicked smile spread across Wen Zheming's lips. He saw that Mu Fan's right leg was twitching slightly!

Since you still won't resist, then you really deserve to die!

With a hint of madness in his eyes, his aura instantly soared. Wen Zheming took a deep breath, took a small hop back, and assumed a strange posture with both hands, his aura expanding and contracting!

This was an intangible feeling. Mu Fan could feel the sense of danger emanating from Young Master Wen across from him growing stronger and stronger.

What's going on?

The posture was just a slight adjustment, in the blink of an eye, but it was like rubber stretched to its limit, a huge rebound!

Body tightened and aligned, body extended and hand released. Wen Zheming's right fist shot out like an ignited cannonball! Without any hesitation,

Great Advancement Cannon Fist! What a standard BAA-level combat move!

Wen Zheming used his shoulder to drive his arm. Within half a second, all the muscles in his upper body exploded as he twisted his body. He could feel his muscles tearing, but Wen Zheming was like a mad tiger, completely ignoring it. I want this punch to pierce through you! Heh... heh... ha... haha... ah!!

Ah ah ah!! Ah!

His own instantaneous punch power was already over 2500kg!! Under the nearly 50% power increase of the Great Advancement Cannon Fist, this cannonball-like heavy punch, exceeding 17 levels of power in this short moment, came straight at him!

A huge sense of danger struck. Mu Fan's eyes instantly turned red!

Young man, you must fight under this sky!

I must stand here and not fall!!

Ah!

Blood flowed in his eyes. The muscles in his arms suddenly entered the state of tightening and compression like in the Gravity Room.

Veins bulged on his arms. Mu Fan took a deep breath, his eyes fierce. His entire movement was smooth and fluid, executed in one go.

His right arm was tucked in. Suddenly, his left hand supported and locked his right arm. With a twist, his body leaned forward. His left leg was in a half-kneeling posture, his right leg propped up behind him. His entire body was like a wild bull charging diagonally upward to meet the attack. His right elbow rotated downward to mid-air and suddenly stopped! His waist exerted force, concentrating all his power at one point.

From his elbow down to his forearm, a perfect straight line stood in the air!

Half-Arm Guard!

Mu Fan didn't know that his subconscious action was one of the Federation's designated B-level moves. He also didn't know that the action he had subconsciously wanted to do just now, tilting his elbow forward, was called Bang Hand Strike! A BAA-level defensive counterattack move.

These moves all had a prerequisite: in addition to instantaneous punch power above level 18, they also required muscle endurance above level 18!!

These...

Mu Fan met them all!!

——Eighteen levels of Physical Standard!!