What Is An Expert?

The floor of the special composite material was replaced under his feet. The same beam of light covered ten meters around Mu Fan, but it was still dark. A red light flashed in Mu Fan's eyes, and through his neurons' synchronized night vision, the darkness was thick and endless!

He was shocked. The world was always so awe-inspiring.

"You're early." A deep voice came from behind.

Mu Fan was shocked. He had already taken precautions, but he still could not sense his presence.

The combatant in the shadows seemed to know what Mu Fan was thinking and said, "Don't be nervous. Yesterday was a greeting gift. We will officially begin training today."

Mu Fan then turned around. He stared hard at the darkness in front of him.

There was only a black shadow there, and it did not reach the center of the light.

"Interesting boy. Are you trying to get a good look at me?" The man seemed to be amused by the boy's actions. There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I can't see clearly," Mu Fan answered honestly.

Two dark green eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness. They were eyes! They looked quietly in Mu Fan's direction.

The figure of the combatant gradually appeared. Although they were in the same black fog, Mu Fan could use his ability to clearly see the combatant's… outline, except for his face! The face hidden under the cloak was still only two shades of green.

The wide and worn cloak covered his entire body. It did not match the character design Mu Fan had seen in the PO Battle Network. At this distance, he could notice that the rough material was a little thick, and there were faint traces of swords cutting through it, with small cracks of varying sizes.

His hands hung by his sides, covered in metal gauntlets, and his right hand held a metal bat. The instructor seemed to be showing it on purpose. Mu Fan could clearly see that the two ends of the bat were unusually thick and heavy. The complicated metal textures were wrapped in a faint green light. No, there were also some on both sides of his hands, but the color was dimmer. The rest of the body parts were hidden under the tattered cloak and could not be seen.

The combatant just stood there naturally, and an ancient feeling mixed with history and iron blood came over him. Mu Fan looked at the person in front of him as if he was facing a martial arts master who had crossed time and space.

Shocking! The first person to put so much pressure on Mu Fan was a virtual character in the PO Battle Network!

It was extremely real. Was this really arranged by the black? Be it the tone or the conversation, he was led away by him.

"Hello, instructor." Mu Fan did not think about anything else and bowed his head in greeting.

"Very good," said the man in front of him. His voice was deep and hoarse, but it was penetrating like a knife, piercing straight into the soul.

"You are very weak." The man in front of him established the tone of his voice as soon as he opened his mouth. He ignored Mu Fan's indignant look. "I can also kill you a thousand times with one hit. Do you believe me?"

Mu Fan, who was about to retort, was speechless. He believed it! But he was still not convinced.

When he saw the expression on Mu Fan's face, his dark green eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice again, "It is good to have ambition."

The figure paced around with his hands behind his back, but his words were delivered accurately to his ears. "From today onwards, you will gradually understand the difference between you and me. But," he emphasized, "from today onwards, as long as you can persevere, I will make you stronger until you surpass me…"

"Any more questions?" He turned again and examined Mu Fan with his green eyes.

"No." Mu Fan was not one to talk nonsense.

"Very good. Let's begin today's first training. I will teach you for two hours a day from now on. This is the virtual world. All I can teach you are skills, all kinds of skills… But if you cannot keep up with the strength of the muscle training in reality, then everything you have is just empty talk." The baton in the fighter's right hand suddenly started to spin vertically in his palm. It was not fast, but it was steady. Mu Fan noticed that his fingers, which were wrapped in metal, barely moved.

"However, you are not in the right state at the moment." The combatant's right hand struck out like lightning. It was at least ten times faster than the rubber bullets in the gravity machine. He did not even see the shadow of the rubber ball. His vision had been replaced by a heavy bat. The metal bat went straight to his eyebrow and stuck to him a little closer.

Suppressing the twitching and discomfort in his eyebrows, Mu Fan did not treat the person in front of him as a virtual character at all. He lowered his eyes respectfully. "I have been confused since yesterday."

"Speak."

"I am thinking of something. Please give me some advice."

"Hm." The fighter did not comment.

"I am a sparring partner." Mu Fan's bright eyes looked at the instructor in front of him. "But I want to stand up for my friend."

"Haha." The combatant's deep voice came through the black curtain as if he had heard something funny. "Do it. That's right. If you have the strength, do it. If you don't, don't overestimate yourself. What's there to hesitate about such a simple question?"

"So you are asking me for anxiety. What are you going to do after you make a move?" Like a wise elder, the combatant saw through the truth.

"Let me ask you, what is an expert?"

After all, Mu Fan was only a 17-year-old boy. He did not quite understand the meaning of the combatant's words and shook his head.

"You must know about the underworld. I know your relationship very well. That is why the underworld asked me to teach you."

There was finally someone who could talk about the words Mu Fan had been holding back. "I want to become stronger. There has never been a day when I was more motivated than now. Please guide me, master!"

"Can you beat him?" The fighter suddenly threw out a question.

"Yes!" said Mu Fan firmly. He had a rough idea of the other side's strength.

"If you can… then go. What kind of man are you if you don't even dare to do something? I'm just reminding you to use your brain. A real master has a strong mind and fists. Of course, this is just a suggestion. and always expect the worst possible outcome for you." The voice of the fighter was extremely calm, especially the last sentence with deep meaning.

"Then let's go!"

Mu Fan's mind was instantly clear.

Then go! All the frustration he had felt before was thrown away.

Suddenly, Mu Fan's wristband beeped, indicating that someone was calling in real life.

Mu Fan was relieved. Here it comes! He looked up at the instructor. "I have to go offline first, instructor."

After looking at Mu Fan with his green eyes for a while, the fighter turned around and disappeared into the black mist.

After Mu Fan's figure disappeared, a faint voice came from the black fog. "Childish little guy, but… I like it."

…

As soon as Mu Fan took off his helmet, he heard the communicator in the room ring continuously and repeated the voice alert. "Trainer Mu Fan, please answer quickly."

"I am Mu Fan. Please speak."

"Come to the fourth floor."

"Okay!"

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