Watch What You Say

Mu Fan stared at Wei Li, who had just spoken, and at that moment the surrounding crowd fell silent.

The row of senior members of the Fighting Club looked at you with a strange mockery and sarcasm. With so many of Fighting Club watching, what could you possibly do?

What can you do when you're insulted like this to your face?

With a strange smile, Rong Cheng watched Mu Fan quietly, as if he were someone behind the scenes.

Bing Su and Xi Xi looked on with utter shock and anger.

How could you upperclassmen insult a freshman like that!

Right now, there's only one focus in the entire venue: Mu Fan!

Everyone was watching and waiting for Mu Fan.

Let's see what he does.

Mu Fan didn't say anything, and gently took one step out.

This action momentarily stunned the senior members of the Fighting Club, who then burst into laughter.

Haha, does this kid actually want to make a move?

This group of Fighting Club members, whose minimum Physical Standard is 18, would probably be more than enough to handle if a fight broke out, even if everyone else on the scene combined.

Unless you can pilot a mech.

So, amidst the mocking gazes of the group, Mu Fan gently lowered his right foot.

However, the moment his right foot was placed down, it seemed to tremble dozens of times, and his entire foot became blurred in everyone's vision, but Mu Fan showed no abnormality.

Thump, finally the rapidly trembling right foot touched the ground.

Boom!

A visible shockwave erupted from the ground beneath Mu Fan's foot, spreading outwards in all directions.

Positive Ion Direct Strike!

Without uttering a word, Mu Fan swung his arm, creating a phantom image before transforming into a cannonball and shooting out with ferocious force.

The smiles on the faces of the senior members of the Fighting Club froze, and Rong Cheng's smile also froze, but a hint of joy appeared in his eyes the next second.

You actually made a move! By doing so in this situation, you've offended the entire Fighting Club.

Haha, you can't get into the Student Union anymore, and now you've cut off your own path to the Fighting Club.

For Mu Fan, these thoughts didn't even cross his mind. When a dog provokes you, the thing to do isn't to bark back at it, but to kick it hard.

Sometimes, doing something is much more effective than just talking about it!

Wei Li hadn't expected Mu Fan to have such courage. With such a strong backer behind him, and when almost no one in the Kendo Club dared to step forward, he actually dared to make the first move!

"Good timing!"

With a sinister laugh, Wei Li threw a powerful punch.

Judging by his size, this kid is no match for me!

but...

How can he be so fast!

When Mu Fan threw the punch, people were still questioning his courage, but when Mu Fan's figure disappeared from their sight, their expressions all changed to shock.

"How could he be so fast!"

Mu Fan looked at the other person with indifferent eyes, but the other person's gaze was still focused on the afterimage behind him.

Six Forms · Charge Step!

Mo Handa, from a mysterious race in a parallel dimension, summarizes his life's work in martial arts.

The Six Styles – a power that transcends the limits of human capabilities!

At this moment, Mu Fan used it in front of everyone for the first time.

He can't exert too much force with his left shoulder, so he uses speed to unleash this unique move that belongs to him.

Boost your momentum – Positive Ion Direct Strike!

Mu Fan dodged the opponent's punch, simply because he didn't want to shatter the opponent's fist with a single blow.

Before Wei Li could react and his punch missed, Mu Fan's fist landed hard on his shoulder.

With a thud, Wei Li was still in the punching stance when he was violently knocked away.

Mu Fan's figure hadn't stopped yet. With a strange twist of his arm, his palm gently rested on the other person's shoulder, and as he rushed forward, they brushed past each other and came to a stop.

His figure solidified instantly, but Mu Fan's movements at this moment were like a heavy hammer falling heavily into the hearts of these Fighting Club students.

A hand hooked around Wei Li's shoulder, and the person appeared indifferently in front of the dozen or so people, not even glancing at them, but calmly looking at Wei Li, whose eyes were still somewhat blank.

Wei Li felt the other person's hand on his shoulder pressing somewhere, and he felt intense pain whenever he made the slightest movement. He was being held firmly by Mu Fan with one hand.

"You can eat anything." Mu Fan raised his eyelids, glanced around quietly, and then fixed his gaze on Wei Li's face, saying calmly:

"... You can't just say things carelessly."

Then, with a twist of his hand, he hooked Wei Li's neck, pulled him forward sharply, and raised his own head high before slamming it down.

Bang!

Everyone who watched, regardless of gender, felt a sharp pain in their skull.

Wei Li's body slid down softly.

His eyes were turning white, his mind was spinning, and Mu Fan's figure in front of him was becoming blurry.

Then, she lost consciousness and her body slid limply from Mu Fan's grasp, falling to the ground.

The expressions on the faces of the remaining dozen or so senior members of the Fighting Club froze at that moment.

The boy stood fearlessly opposite.

A senior student, significantly taller than his peers and nearly 2 meters in height, spat out his chewing gum and cursed at Mu Fan, "Damn it!"

Then, his figure flashed, his elbow rose high, and he slammed it down hard.

"You're asking for it! You're trying to make an enemy of the Fighting Club!" Rong Cheng's casual remark immediately ignited the anger of the people around him.

A boy with triangular eyes fiercely cast his gaze at the crowd of onlookers.

"Fighting Club dispute, bystanders please disperse!"

With a roar, the dozen or so senior students, their auras surging with ferocity, forcefully dispersed, separating the group and then surrounding Mu Fan.

The boy who had been watching the commotion muttered, "This is a really big deal."

Some people started running desperately to get out.

Just moments later, the news began to spread rapidly among other groups.

"A fight broke out! A fight broke out! A group of senior members from the Fighting Club are actually fighting with the freshmen from the Kendo Club! This is so damn exciting!"

"Breaking news! Hurry and check out the Kendo Club, the coolest club of the year!"

"Hurry up and see how this newbie is courting death. He's taking on more than a dozen senior members of the Fighting Club all by himself. That's insane!"

"Have you heard? Something interesting seems to have happened during the Kendo Club's recruitment process."

These messages spread especially quickly within those large organizations.

Time Square is large, but the speed at which news spreads is not slowed down at all.

Some of the returning students who were already bored were even more excited when they heard the news.

This is going to be funny!

In the Student Union, You Shi Wan, who was busy at work, suddenly looked up and asked in shock, "Rong Cheng is leading a fight in front of the Kendo Club!?"

You Shi Wan hurriedly ran out of the Student Union with two other staff members.

"What? Our Fighting Club members got beaten up?"

"Damn, we're recruiting today, and someone actually dares to cause trouble for us. If we didn't use mechs, those Mecha Club members wouldn't dare come causing trouble for the Fighting Club!"

"Who's so blind!"

"Excuse me, everyone, we need to take care of something first."

A student who had rushed over stood next to a young man, panting.

Those purple pupils seemed to pierce his soul.

"Boss! Something happened to our gang today. Someone got into a fight with one of our people."

Slowly Brass Knuckles onto his fingers, the imposing figure with purple pupils spoke softly:

"Let's go take a look."

P. S.: (I'm so sorry, dear readers. My wife was sick today, and I had to go out during the day and cook dinner when I got back, which is why I'm so late to update. My wife and baby are asleep now, and I'm working hard to write.)