A brief silence fell over the Training Field!
The kid before him had not gone down as expected. He had actually blocked that strengthened punch.
Wen Zheming's cheek twitched! The sinister look on his face deepened!
Not bad! Then take another hit. Without further pause, and without giving Mu Fan more time to react, Wen Zheming planted his left foot and whipped his right leg through the air, turning his fist into a kick! That hulking man who had come in injured earlier had been knocked unconscious by this very move.
Trash!
Wen Zheming wanted to pour out all the rage that had been building inside him these past days.
This time, Mu Fan bent his left arm and raised his elbow to meet the heavy kick slicing through the air, while his right hand braced between his shoulder and the back of his left hand as he lowered his body.
Hmph. After his body jolted, Mu Fan returned to his original position. His two layers of cushioning had withstood that powerful blow.
Wen Zheming withdrew his leg and stood there, looking at the skinny kid before him. He softly spat out two words. "Trash."
Mu Fan's lowered eyes did not even lift their lids. No one could see the deep flash of red that suddenly streaked through his eyes, his gaze turning as cold as a blade.
When Wen Zheming fought, he liked to destroy his opponents' resolve with words and mental pressure before viciously crippling them with his brutal fists, sometimes even beating them to death!
The kid before him was like a piece of sticky taffy. No matter how he struck, the kid stubbornly remained there. After humiliating him so viciously, Wen Zheming saw him keeping his head down, but the reaction he had expected never came. The wicked flames in Wen Zheming's chest burned even hotter!
Then again! An even fiercer whip kick came lashing in!
Mu Fan clenched his teeth. "Hah!" He charged forward like a blue ox locking horns, hurling himself ahead with an even more fierce and violent stance!
Bang!
Mu Fan blocked it again. Today, he had to endure. The Fighter Instructor's words echoed in his ears: "Of course, if you really can't hold on, fight back. If you still can't beat him after fighting back, then you'll truly disappoint me..."
Can't hold on? Heh. After once again lowering his head to withstand a savage charge from the other side, Mu Fan's teeth ground together with a creak.
Today, I'll endure it for you to see!!
I'm going to take you head-on!!
You're the trash! Come at me!
Like a powder keg being lit, Mu Fan exploded in an instant!
In the end, paper could not wrap fire. Chanisen had secretly sent Jerff away, but once someone found out and spoke of it, the news spread from mouth to mouth like a prairie fire.
No matter how large the martial arts hall was, it was only relatively large. As people trained in Training Field 5 today, they chatted here and there, and a word or two occasionally popped out.
"You're here early today. Did you see Jerff?"
"What a coincidence, you know about it too?"
"Shh, who doesn't know? Did Chanisen really think he could keep it hidden?"
"Jerff was in pretty bad shape yesterday. Today, tsk tsk..."
"Stop gloating. Who among us didn't think about this day when we entered this line of work?" Someone could not stand it anymore and spoke up.
Someone beside him immediately chimed in. "Da Wei, you're nowhere near as big as Jerff. Don't act tough. If you went in there, they'd probably carry you out in twenty minutes. You might even die inside."
The man who had been talking tough raised his brows, ready to snap.
"Shh, stop arguing. Look, Chanisen's coming down."
"Shh..."
Someone sharp-eyed spotted Chanisen, a mid-level manager of the martial arts hall, walking over from nearby with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face. After a low murmur, everyone immediately fell silent as if by agreement and began training with great effort.
"You bunch of slackers! If you don't want to work here, get the hell out! One more of you makes no difference, one less makes no difference. If I catch anyone gossiping again, get out!" Chanisen, his eyes red, reached the edge of the field and unleashed a torrent of curses.
Mr. Chanisen was in quite a temper.
No one answered. Who would dare provoke him at a time like this? As long as they did not run into someone too vicious, the income from this job was still quite considerable.
No one wanted disability compensation, but even fewer wanted to be thrown out on the street.
Ever since Mu Fan left, Chanisen had been restless. Anxiety and worry nearly filled his chest, and after taking only two puffs from that fragrant cigar, he crushed it out.
He had lost his composure somewhat. When had some noble young master from the First City District ever come to the 22nd City District? Not once, right? This time was an opportunity for him. If he seized it, he could climb out. If he failed, not only would he be unable to climb out, he might not even be able to remain standing.
Who wasn't afraid of Wen Zheming's temper, so unpredictable and so eager for revenge over the slightest offense!?
Just thinking about it made him incomparably irritated. When he came downstairs for a walk and saw this group of people whispering among themselves, he could have guessed what they were talking about without using his brain.
"If I see anyone spreading idle gossip here again, get out immediately!" The short Chanisen silenced everyone at once. With a frosty face, he returned to the suspension elevator in a fury.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Then, like a dam bursting, everyone suddenly broke into unrestrained laughter almost at the same time.
"Look at Chanisen's face, all wrinkled up like twisted orange peel. I'm dying, hahahaha!"
"Who does he think he's scaring? Maybe only the new rookies."
"Oh, right, where are Big Eater, Ten Box Man, and Overbearing Kid?" Someone suddenly brought it up. With so many nicknames, they were obviously talking about Mu Fan, who ate a lot and had nearly started a conflict yesterday. In just two days, the incidents surrounding him had grown 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 back down, then went up again... Could it be..."
"Could it be he went there!!" The circle of sparring partners spoke in unison.
Everyone froze, then the voices around them merged into two words at once—
"Holy shit!"
Inside Room One on the third floor, which seemed completely cut off from the world, two figures were colliding wildly!
Mu Fan had been beaten into a complete rage!
Hit me, then!
To Wen Zheming, the two arms raised before Mu Fan were like two iron pillars that would not leave him alone. Wherever Wen Zheming attacked, they appeared there, accurately sealing off his moves.
Die!! Wen Zheming was no longer fighting as though this were sparring practice. He was using completely lethal killing moves.
Sweeping kick! After launching an attack with a hook punch, Mu Fan's punching target blocked their view of each other. A good opportunity! Wen Zheming crouched and threw a sweeping kick, the explosive force more than enough to snap a wooden post.
Mu Fan's eyes flickered. He was just about to kick out, but his teeth ground together again. His face hardened as he straightened and twisted his right leg, meeting the attack with the meat of his thigh. Like a Giant Dragon battle flag, he planted it straight into the ground!
I'll stand right here. Kick me if you can! Amid that storm of attacks, Mu Fan found that his thoughts were becoming clearer and clearer. It was as though an invisible thread were connecting everything together and feeding it back into his mind. What was this?
Hmph!!
Passively taking Wen Zheming's blow, which carried explosive power beyond Level 14, Mu Fan let out a muffled grunt! His right knee did not bend to cushion the impact, taking every bit of the incoming force head-on.
I'll let you kick me!
Wen Zheming did not see Mu Fan's leg snap and send him flying. Instead, it was as though he had slammed into a wall at high speed, his tremendous momentum forcing him to a brutal stop.
Smack! Wen Zheming's leg was blocked by Mu Fan's right leg, which stood like a vajra pillar. Yet the remaining momentum sent Wen Zheming's upper body swinging aside, and he hurriedly supported himself on the ground with one arm.
Panting heavily, Wen Zheming stood back up. Sweat shattered in the air and soaked into the ground.
Mu Fan still had not fought back. He was still merely standing there. What an excellent sparring partner. Heh heh. The sinister smile at the corner of Wen Zheming's lips widened. He saw Mu Fan's right leg twitching slightly!
Since you still won't fight back, then just die!
A trace of madness entered his eyes. In an instant, Wen Zheming's entire aura surged. After taking a deep breath, he made a small hopping step backward, his hands assuming a strange posture as his aura expanded and contracted!
It was an intangible sensation, but Mu Fan could feel the danger radiating from Young Master Wen growing stronger and stronger.
What was this?
The posture was only a slight motion, gone in the blink of an eye, yet it was like rubber stretched to its limit before rebounding with enormous force!
His body contracted and locked into place, then expanded as his hand shot out. Wen Zheming's right fist flew forth like an ignited cannonball! There was not the slightest hesitation!
Great Advancement Cannon Fist! What an impeccably standard BAA-grade combat technique!
Wen Zheming drove with his shoulder, pulling his arm along. Within half a second, every muscle in his upper body exploded as he twisted. He could feel his muscles tearing, but Wen Zheming was like a mad tiger, utterly reckless. I'll punch straight through you with this fist! Heh... heh... ha... hahaha... ah!!
Aaaah!! Ah!
His own instantaneous punching force already exceeded 2,500 kilograms!! With the nearly fifty percent power increase of the Great Advancement Cannon Fist, that cannonball-heavy punch carrying force beyond Level 17 shot straight at him in that brief instant!
An immense sense of danger struck, and Mu Fan's eyes instantly turned red!
A young man was meant to fight beneath this sky!
I have to stand here. I cannot fall!!
Ah!
Blood-red light flowed through his eyes as the muscles in both arms suddenly entered the same tightened, compressed state they had experienced inside the Gravity Room.
The veins on his arms bulged. Mu Fan drew in a breath, his gaze fierce, and the entire movement flowed in one seamless motion.
He clamped down his right arm, then suddenly used his left hand to brace and lock it tight. With a twist, he leaned forward, his left leg half-kneeling on the ground and his right leg braced diagonally behind him. Like a Raging Bull charging upward with its horns, he launched himself forward to meet the attack. His right elbow circled downward, suddenly stopping in midair! Power surged through his waist, gathering the strength of his entire body into a single point.
Starting from the elbow, his forearm drove downward, forming a perfect straight line in the air!
Half-Arm Guard!
Mu Fan did not know that his instinctive action had produced one of the Federation's prescribed B-grade techniques. He knew even less that his earlier instinct to tilt his elbow forward was called the Bang Hand Strike! A BAA-grade defensive counterattack technique.
These techniques all had one prerequisite: aside from instantaneous punching force above Level 18, they also required muscle endurance above Level 18!!
These...
Mu Fan met them all!!
—Level 18 physique!!
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