The Birth of a Legend

The air was filled with scattered dust, and an invisible wave spread between the two of them. Thump!!

Wen Zheming's fist stopped on the tightly tensed muscle of Mu Fan's forearm, near the elbow. It was clearly visible that the muscle was indented and bruised, and even more clearly visible was the defiant look in Mu Fan's eyes behind his forearm!

"Hmph," Wen Zheming let out a soft snort, his eyes fixed on Mu Fan. He slowly supported his right arm with his left hand and withdrew it.

The Great Advancement Cannon Fist he had just forcefully used had left Wen Zheming's right arm almost numb and his entire body exhausted. He needed some time to recover from his injuries.

This kid actually knows defensive martial arts techniques, but it doesn't matter. His arm looks like it's crippled, Wen Zheming grinned.

Maintaining that posture, completely still, it did look like his arm had suffered significant damage. However, unfortunately, Wen Zheming couldn't hear the roar in Mu Fan's heart at this moment.

It hurts so much!! It hurts so much!! So painful! So painful!

Mu Fan had already cursed the person opposite him a hundred times in his heart, but on the surface, he still stared defiantly at Young Master Wen, ready to guard against his next attack at any time.

His right hand looked terrible, but only Mu Fan himself knew the true situation.

It was just a stress reaction of the subcutaneous tissue. His muscles had indeed been severely impacted instantly, but during the defense, Mu Fan didn't even know he had used the Half-Arm Guard, a high-level martial arts technique that required both strength and endurance.

By a strange coincidence, the powerful force from the opposite side was transmitted throughout his body and then channeled into the ground, already offsetting a little less than half of it. Mu Fan's arm just hurt now...

Young Master Wen smiled? Mu Fan suddenly noticed with curiosity, observing his action of supporting his right arm. The sense of danger in Mu Fan's heart had already dissipated.

Slowly lowering his arm, Mu Fan said sincerely, almost infuriating Young Master Wen, who was standing there recovering, to death.

"Young Master Wen, are we still fighting?"

Still fighting?... Fighting?... Fighting?...

Wen Zheming felt blood rushing to his head, and his vision went black. He was truly angered by this sticky kid in front of him. Don't you care about your arm that's about to be crippled? You actually asked me if we're still fighting?

He had trained with martial arts experts from the army since he was five, growing up wrestling and tumbling. He used the most advanced body-tempering fluid on this planet for healing, endured hellish training that ordinary people couldn't imagine in a lifetime, was sent to the reserve force at twelve, killed people and saw blood at thirteen, and returned to normal society three years later, becoming the ruthless Young Master Wen spoken of in the circle.

Still fighting? Now I'm being asked seriously by a sparring partner from a martial arts hall.

I... I'll fight your head! Finally, Wen Zheming spat. His right arm really couldn't be lifted anymore, he had used up all his strength.

"Hmph." Young Master Wen didn't want to say another word now. This kid can actually withstand a blow with 17 levels of strength!

Looking at Mu Fan in front of him, Young Master Wen's face was uncertain.

Mu Fan relaxed his stance, his right arm also hanging down. He was relieving the pain. Feeling that his right arm could move a little, he leisurely walked up to Wen Zheming, looked at the fierce and sharp young man in front of him, and said softly, "Young Master Wen."

Wen Zheming finally put away that look of looking at a lower species. In any situation, strength is a person's best calling card. This kid in front of him was qualified to be looked upon highly by him.

"Speak," Wen Zheming spat out a word without any emotion.

"I wonder if Young Master Wen's words still count?"

Hearing Mu Fan's words, how could he not know what he wanted to say? Wen Zheming frowned and said coldly, "Speak."

"Mr. Man Kun, whose leg was broken on the first day, is my friend," Mu Fan thought for a moment and said slowly.

"And then?" Wen Zheming's eyebrows furrowed.

"He is my friend." Mu Fan looked directly at him.

"Are you sure you want to bring this up with me?" Wen Zheming's expression turned somewhat sinister, the slight appreciation that had just risen in his heart completely vanished.

"Sure." Mu Fan's lips curved into a harmless smile.

Wen Zheming didn't speak, watching Mu Fan. Seeing the calm and indifferent eyes across from him, the good mood that had returned after his outburst began to dissipate.

Suddenly feeling a sense of boredom, Young Master Wen waved his hand and said, "Man Kun, right? I understand."

Mu Fan stood there without moving.

As if he didn't see Mu Fan, Wen Zheming leaned back on the sofa and directly pressed the internal intercom for the Martial Arts Hall.

"This is Wen Zheming. Have Chanisen come up."

Then, looking at Mu Fan, he waved his hand dismissively, "Go on. Chanisen will tell you in a bit."

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, took a deep look at Wen Zheming, and turned to leave the room.

After coming out, Mu Fan didn't go downstairs. Instead, he went directly to Training Room 4, which was just two corridors away. He verified his identity and entered. The sparring just now was less than an hour, and Fatty hadn't arrived yet. Mu Fan entered and sat directly on the training chair.

"Hiss, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!" There was no one here, so Mu Fan quickly rubbed his arm.

It was all bruised. The little Mu Fan in Mu Fan's heart immediately had teary eyes.

But what Mu Fan didn't know was that in the time that followed, the entire Martial Arts Hall was almost boiling over.

Chanisen went up and came down quickly, with excitement on his face. Young Master Wen was very satisfied!!

Wen Zheming didn't mention Mu Fan at all. After Chanisen entered the room, he directly threw him a card, saying that 100,000 Star Coins were for Man Kun and 50,000 were for the big guy from yesterday afternoon. After waving his hand, he left directly through a private passage. As he left, he said something with deep meaning: The Martial Arts Hall is good.

Wen Zheming was completely gone! This alone was enough for Chanisen to throw his hat in the air. Not to mention that Young Master Wen's expression clearly showed no dissatisfaction with the Martial Arts Hall at all. The card he threw when he left even specifically mentioned Man Kun and Jerff. Was this still the ruthless Wen Zheming he knew?!

How could he let Young Master Wen pay? But then he thought, what if he misunderstood Wen Zheming's meaning and sent it back, wouldn't that be seeking death? He shrunk back, and Chanisen decided that the Martial Arts Hall would pay another sum of money. He had originally decided to terminate the relationship with Man Kun, but he would let him stay in logistics. That big guy Jerff was also lucky; a little bit leaked from Young Master Wen's fingers was enough for him to live without eating or drinking and work himself to death for more than half a year.

Chanisen went downstairs with a flushed face, humming a little tune all the way, passing by the training fields of the sparring partners and coaches as if no one was around.

On the first floor, in Training Field 5, the people who were honestly watching the situation exchanged surprised and uncertain glances behind Chanisen.

"What medicine did Chanisen take?"

"Did his child get born?"

"Bullshit, his wife isn't pregnant."

"Then he's a happy cuckold!" A sparring partner who looked a bit dull nodded confidently.

"Idiot." The people around him collectively cursed him.

Chanisen suddenly remembered, where was that kid Mu Fan?

So he turned around and asked, "Where's Mu Fan?"

...Everyone was silent.

"Mu Fan?"

Everyone was confused. Didn't he go up? Didn't you go up too? And you're asking us.

"Didn't Mu Fan come down?" Chanisen suddenly realized how foolish the people from the Martial Arts Hall were.

"N-no, he... didn't he go up before? I-I didn't see him come down," someone stammered in response.

Chanisen frowned and called over a staff member.

"Check where Mu Fan is."

"Mr. Chanisen, please wait a moment, I'll check... He's in VIP Room 4 on the third floor."

"This kid, he's interesting. I'll give him a 2000 Star Coin bonus later." Chanisen was in a great mood and prepared to return to his office to properly question Mu Fan, the amazing kid!

Acting on his thought, Chanisen turned and reprimanded the person who had just spoken, "You can't even speak properly, you're useless. Learn from Mu Fan!" Then, with his hands behind his back, he stepped into the Suspension Elevator.

While everyone was still confused, What did Mu Fan do well? What did he do? A cleaner came down from the third floor carrying two broken punching bags.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of perverts are in Room 1? These are made of super tough Luo Thread Cotton and Energy-Absorbing Rigid Springs, punching bags designed for Level 15 strength standards, and they're worn out!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough to reach the ears of the group of people here.

Boom! Instantly, the entire Training Field exploded.

Man Kun and Jerff from the Martial Arts Hall were seriously injured, and then a kid who ate ten boxes of rice finished sparring and continued with the next order.

Punching bags designed for Level 15 strength standards! Worn out!

Mu Fan!!? The group of people looked at each other and nodded blankly.

And so, the legend of the Martial Arts Hall's strongest sandbag... was born... on this day.

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