I'm in a Hurry

It wasn't just Lightwave. The others were also stunned by Mu Fan's physical prowess, which surpassed the limits of the human body.

This kid's body was practically inhuman!

"Ah... it's over, right?"

Smacking his lips, Falcon looked at Wizard and revealed an inexplicable smile.

That smile made Wizard's brow furrow slightly.

Mu Fan was drenched in hot sweat. Combining the Six Flexible Forms with the Limit Nine Forms had actually allowed his body to pass through that nearly impossible laser grid with such exaggerated movements.

But he only felt that this laser grid had left considerably more extra space than before. It was probably related to that so-called sixty percent.

The hatch opened, and the laser beams in the corridor vanished at the same time. Tank's voice rang out.

"Mu Fan, congratulations. Come out."

When he emerged, Falcon nodded with a hearty laugh, a cigar clenched between his teeth.

"I finally understand why that madman was so determined to recommend you. Kid, your grasp of the Limit Nine Forms doesn't look like something gained from only half a day of training. It looks more like you've mastered them for two years! Not bad. Really not bad."

Beret Uncle spared no praise.

A smile appeared on Mu Fan's face as well.

"But, kid," Falcon shifted the subject, "the purpose of the Limit Nine Forms isn't for this kind of infiltration work. It's so that whether you're fighting alone or piloting a mecha on the battlefield, you can synchronize these movements. Movements that defy human instinct can help you evade bullet attacks to a great extent. So you still need more mobility training that simulates the battlefield."

"Such as?"

"You put on bulletproof armor and run through a shooting range using your own physical strength, while people outside are free to shoot..."