My Name Is Mo Handa!

An old and tattered cloak appeared, and two eerie green flames shone from the darkness.

An outline emerged, still holding that heavy and ancient Metal Short Rod in its hand.

The Fighter Instructor finally appeared in front of Mu Fan.

"Kid, got yourself into some trouble lately?"

The aged voice sounded like someone reminiscing with an old friend, only the tone was very flat.

Mu Fan scratched his head. "It's just a small matter, but I feel I need your guidance right now."

"In which aspects?"

"Strength, speed, combat skills, and then the coordination between individual strength and mecha level."

The metal-covered gauntlets rotated with the interlacing of the fingers, the metal rod slowly spinning in the palm, two wispy green flames flickering for a moment, and then the head under the cloak lifted up.

Mu Fan still couldn't see through the black mist.

"Have you witnessed a higher level of power? Felt the pressure from others? And then realized your own abilities are insufficient to handle it all, is that right?"

Despite being asked three questions in a row, the Fighter's voice remained calm and weathered.

Mu Fan nodded and then shook his head.

"I've witnessed a higher level of martial prowess, so I'm striving to reach that level!"

"I've witnessed the growth and progress of others, so I know I still need to work harder to surpass them!"

"Fighter Instructor, I would like to ask you to teach me new Fighting Technique."

Mu Fan stood up straight and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, his voice filled with utmost respect!

This is the true instructor who has been by his side since his fate changed— the Fighter, an old and wise peerless powerhouse!

"Kid, that's why I've always admired you. You always have a fearless belief in the face of difficulties and an indomitable will in any situation."

"You said witnessing greater military power can set you a goal and motivate you to work harder?"

"Yes!" Mu Fan replied emphatically.

"Even if the goal is higher and farther, you won't be discouraged?"

"Yes!" Mu Fan's eyes were firm.

Are you afraid to face death?

"Don't be afraid!"

"Can you endure the pain of having your body crushed again and again?"

"I can!"

Mu Fan's expression was resolute, and his voice was firm and clear.

"Very well, then I'll explain it to you step by step."

"I'm putting strength and speed together because these two things are fundamental and indispensable."

"First and foremost, strength! This is the foundation of a martial artist! One force can overcome all techniques. There is no end to the pursuit of strength. Whether it is you or an external object, strength determines the damage you can inflict. If you want to become stronger, there is no other way but to train, train, and train until your strength is infinitely close to the limits of your body."

"Use your Dark Hall Barrier!" A powerful command came from under the cloak, and a short stick was casually tossed over.

Mu Fan's spirits lifted, and the moment he caught the short stick, his bones cracked, producing a teeth-grinding sound once again.

The specially enhanced Optical Brain Helmet simulated Mu Fan's state with uncanny realism.

First, the short sticks in his hands moved in a series of rapid, intertwined movements, then in the blink of an eye, they became afterimages, and finally almost invisible.

Now, that lamentable invisible barrier finally stands before Mu Fan.

A faint green light flickered, and the cloak in front of Mu Fan suddenly lifted up.

This time, Mu Fan finally saw the Fighter Instructor's arm clearly.

His arms were grayish-white and incredibly thick, covered with countless crisscrossing scars. The dark gold armor only covered a small area of his shoulders and forearms.

His right hand, gleaming with a metallic sheen, gripped the cold, short stick etched with countless fine lines.

With a low metallic scraping sound, the short stick suddenly spun upright in his palm, and then his arm swung back.

"First, let me tell you what despair is when power reaches its limit!"

Two eerie green flames surged, and that was the gaze of the Fighter Instructor!

It was as if a towering mountain had suddenly appeared before me, and an involuntary sense of inferiority, making me feel incredibly small, welled up inside me.

Bang!

Like the roar of an overweight cannon, the ground trembled.

The next second, the cloak and the arm on the other side disappeared from the spot with a fierce gust of wind.

Mu Fan suddenly looked up at the sky.

The Fighter —he's on top!

Because he made no attempt to conceal his presence.

This was the first time Mu Fan had ever seen a Fighter always presented a mysterious and composed image display such a violent side.

"Kid, let me set a goal for you to strive for in today's lesson!"

That domineering aura that disregarded everything else almost made Mu Fan suffocate.

Mu Fan gritted his teeth, and the staff in his hand instantly compressed in front of him. The opponent's aura was so powerful that it was despair-inducing!

"Strength!"

The figure in the air reached its peak and then plummeted.

Before he could even see an afterimage, the rapidly spinning short stick was in his hand, and in the next second it was less than 10 centimeters above Mu Fan.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. Mu Fan gritted his teeth, while the Fighter Instructor revealed a faint smile.

Boom!!

The moment the short stick in the Fighter's hand crossed with the short stick in Mu Fan's hand.

From the arms to the spine on the back, then the waist and leg bones, countless cracking sounds erupted instantly.

A long "V" shape was smashed into the middle of the short stick in Mu Fan's hand.

The bones were broken, and the blood vessels swelled up after being squeezed.

His body instantly shrank by half a meter.

Bang!

A cloud of blood mist exploded out.

There wasn't even the slightest pause.

The Fighter slammed the short stick in his hand down... to the very bottom!

The short stick was still spinning, without a trace of blood on it.

The Fighter flicked his cloak, tucking his arms inside, and calmly glanced at the mangled corpse on the ground, then casually extended his left hand and made a grasping motion.

As the starlight swept in, Mu Fan's perfectly preserved figure reappeared.

Mu Fan leaned on the ground, panting heavily.

Whew~

Whew~

What just happened...

It was as if he were holding a short stick and trying to take a heavy punch from a mecha.

The result was that his whole body was smashed to pieces.

He finally understood how ordinary humans felt when they were slaughtered by mechs.

It was a feeling of powerlessness, a crushing blow to both body and soul.

The Fighter didn't speak, just watched him quietly. If it weren't for the virtual space, Mu Fan's back would definitely be soaked in cold sweat.

"Instructor! Is this your true power!?"

The Fighter's eerie green eyes stared silently at Mu Fan before finally speaking, "You've seen the Zerg Race's tiger-insects, but have you ever seen a tiger-insect ten times its original size?"

ten times...

I'm afraid even a single strike from its chelicerae could pierce through the mech!

Mu Fan shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

The Fighter's weathered yet nostalgic voice came from under the cloak, but the calm tone made Mu Fan's scalp tingle instantly.

"I personally killed 15,603 of them."

The Fighter tilted his head, quietly watching Mu Fan, and suddenly a faint smile appeared in his tone.

"What? Does that seem unbelievable?"

"There are many of those Zegs on our planet. They have a name— the Royal Guard Bug. Their exoskeletons are over ten centimeters thick, and their length and width are nearly three times that of a regular tiger beetle. As for their strength, they can overturn Tank. During my trials when I was young, I often encountered these Zegs. The result was simple: if it didn't die, I did."

The Fighter was merely stating a fact, yet it stirred Mu Fan's heart and soul.

Just imagining that scene—a single punch capable of piercing through a thick shell harder than steel—is incredibly alluring!

"Is this a power that humans can achieve?"

Mu Fan asked excitedly.

"Human? Of course not, how could I be human?"

The Fighter's sudden response left Mu Fan frozen in place.

"However, you can, because with your bloodline you could never be an ordinary human, and most importantly—you have cultivated Dark Breath."

Dark Breath?

This is merely a breathing technique to conceal one's aura and enhance perception. What does it have to do with strength?

"Since I've set a goal for you, it proves that I believe you have the potential to reach that level. Because you are destined to be extraordinary, you are the heir of our race in this world, you are my disciple— Mo Handa's disciple!"

"Instructor, what is your name...?!" Mu Fan looked up abruptly. It was the first time he had ever heard Fighter Instructor actually say his name.

"My name is Mo Handa!"

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