The Shock of the Six Forms

Yet when he lifted that pair of greaves that did not look particularly heavy again—

He sucked in another sharp breath.

The whole set actually weighed... over a hundred kilograms.

When Wing stood up with the expression of someone who had just eaten mustard and told the others the truth, they realized that Mu Fan had just performed the Limit Nine Forms while carrying nearly 1.5 times his body weight?

"Lightwave, the optical computer data showed a 99% completion rate. Was that 1% because the excessive weight distorted his movements?"

Lightwave, who had been so inconspicuous in the back row, silently raised his head. "Boss, it wasn't distortion caused by excessive weight. Based on my comparative calculations, he appears to have modified those movements."

And that was precisely what Wizard had noticed earlier but had not said aloud.

This time, Falcon's teeth ached.

How was Ruan Xiongfeng recommending a new apprentice to him? This looked more and more like a powerful reinforcement.

Falcon took another cigar from his hand, lit it with a snap, and the scar on his face flickered in and out of sight through the cigar smoke.

With that kind of physical fitness, as long as Mu Fan could prove his mecha piloting ability, Falcon would want to recruit him even without Ruan Xiongfeng's recommendation as the successor of the Great Lightning Owl.

What he did not know was that when Ruan Xiongfeng recommended Mu Fan, he had not mentioned Mu Fan's previous participation in the Mecha Martial Arts Competition. He had merely said that the kid's mecha piloting skills could pass the assessment.

If Falcon had seen those scenes of the black Extreme Soldier in the Martial Arts Competition, who knew what he would have thought.

A piece of gold, even if buried beneath the dust