Confrontation (Part Two)

There was a short silence in the training ground.

The boy in front of him did not fall as he had expected. He blocked his punch, which boosted his strength.

Wen Zheming's cheek twitched! The evil look on his face grew bigger!

Sure! Hit him again, then. There was no more pause, and Mu Fan did not have time to react. Wen Zheming stepped on the ground with his left foot and raised his right foot in the air. His fist turned into a leg! The big guy who was injured just now was knocked out by this blow.

Trash!

Wen Zheming was going to pour out all the anger he had been feeling recently.

This time, Mu Fan bent his left elbow to raise his heavy leg, which was facing the wind-breaker. He placed his right hand between his shoulder and the back of his hand and dived.

Hmph, his body paused for a moment before he returned to his original position. The two buffers of the Muffin skill blocked the heavy blow.

Wen Zheming stopped and looked at the thin boy in front of him. "Trash. You don't even have the courage to resist."

Mu Fan's slightly lowered eyes did not even lift his eyelids. No one could see a deep red flash in his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as a blade.

Mu Fan, who was holding the punching target, suddenly laughed. The soft laughter made Wen Zheming's face darken.

"In that case, shall I make a move?"

Wen Zheming did not say a word when he heard the casual tone in his words. He stood up and rose into the air, and an even more violent kick came at him!

Mu Fan's eyelids drooped, and he charged forward like a green bull with its horns against his face. He swung the punching target horizontally with an even fiercer stance!

Bang!

Wen Zheming kicked the punching target fiercely, but this time he did not feel the wooden stake that he had blocked passively like before. Instead, he smashed it with a violent momentum.

Huh?

Wen Zheming, who felt that something was wrong, prepared to retract his leg and kick again.

At this time, Mu Fan withdrew his fist at an even faster speed, and then punched fiercely!

"Young Master Wen, I'm gonna make a move. If you can't take it, remember to say something."

Like a lit barrel of explosives, Mu Fan also exploded instantly!

…

In the end, there was no concealing the truth. Chanison secretly sent someone to send Jelf away, but once someone found out and spoke about it, word of mouth spread like wildfire.

No matter how big the dojo was, it was relative. Today, the people at Training Ground No. 5 were chatting either in large or small groups. Sometimes, a sentence or two would pop up from time to time.

"You came early today. Have you seen Jelf?"

"What a coincidence. You know about this too?"

"Hush, who doesn't know? Can Chanison hide it from us?"

"Jeff was already in a bad state yesterday. Today, hehe…"

"Don't gloat. Who in our line of work did not think of this day when they first entered the industry?" one of them could not take it anymore and said.

Someone beside him immediately agreed. "Big Dave, your head is far from that of Jelf. Don't be sarcastic. You would have carried it out in 20 minutes. You might die in there."

The guy who had made sarcastic remarks raised his eyebrows and was about to flare up.

"Hush, stop it. Look, Chaney is coming down."

"Hush…"

Someone with sharp eyes saw the middle-level manager of the dojo not far away—Chanison walked over with his hands behind his back and a sullen expression on his face. After a low shout, everyone immediately stopped talking at the same time, and then worked hard to practice.

"Bunch of lazy b * stards! Who doesn't want to work here? Get lost! It doesn't matter if you are here or not. If you keep talking like that, get lost!" Chanison walked to the side of the court and scolded them.

Mr. Chaney was angry.

No one answered. Who would dare to touch this bad luck? As long as they did not meet someone too cruel, the salary was still objective.

No one wanted to collect the disability fees, but no one wanted to be kicked out.

Chaney had been restless since Mu Fan left. His anxiety almost filled his chest, and he put out the delicious cigar after taking two puffs.

He lost his composure. Since when did the young master of the First District come to the 22nd District? Not even once. This was an opportunity for him. He could grab the opportunity and jump out. If he couldn't, not only would he not be able to jump, but he might even have difficulty standing.

Wen Zheming was temperamental and vengeful. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?

The thought of it frustrated him. He went downstairs and saw the group of people who wanted nothing more than to see the world burn. They whispered to each other. He knew what they were talking about.

"If I see anyone talking nonsense here again, get—get—out!" Chanison, who was short, silenced the crowd. With a cold face, Chanison angrily returned to the hover ladder.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Suddenly, like a dam bursting, everyone roared with laughter at the same time.

"Look at Chani's face. He looks like an orange peel. I'm dying of laughter."

"Who are you trying to scare? You're just scaring the newbies."

"Oh, right, Big Belly, Ten Boxes of Men, Why isn't the domineering boy here?" When someone suddenly mentioned it, so many stage names must be referring to Mu Fan, who had a big appetite and almost had a conflict yesterday. He had been here for two days and caused more trouble. It was impossible not to know.

"By the way, I think I saw him go to the third floor."

"Wasn't he one yesterday?"

"No, he came out after going up, and then he went up again… Could it be…"

"Did he go?" said the sparring partners in unison.

The crowd was stunned. Then the voices of the people around them combined into one word—

"Damn!"

…

In Room 1 on the third floor, which seemed to be cut off from the rest of the world, two figures were madly crashing into each other!

Mu Fan was completely furious!

Didn't you ask me to fight back? I'll fight you!

In Wen Zheming's eyes, the two arms that were held vertically in front of him were like two iron pillars that would not go away. They would appear wherever he hit, and then accurately and wildly punch him.

His arms and legs were hurting, and the boy's arms were like steel.

Go to hell! Wen Zheming was no longer sparring, but using deadly moves.

Sweeping Kick! After the hook attack, Mu Fan's target blocked their line of sight. This was a good opportunity. Wen Zheming squatted and swept his leg, and his violent strength was enough to break the wooden stake.

Mu Fan's eyes twitched, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

He straightened his right leg, twisted it, and used his leg to meet the attack. The dragon's war flag pierced the ground!

Huh? The boy stopped resisting?

"Then I'll kick you to death!" Wen Zheming fiercely swept his leg.

Humph!

Mu Fan did not even blink as he received Wen Zheming's attack, which was more than Level 14, passively. His right leg drew back a little and then suddenly shot out!

Wen Zheming did not notice this detail. He only felt as if he had hit a wall as he sped forward, and then the enormous inertia forced him to stop.

Slap! Wen Zheming's leg was blocked by Mu Fan's Vajra-like right leg, but his whole body was flung away by the remaining kinetic energy. He quickly supported himself on the ground with one arm.

Wen Zheming stood up, breathing heavily. His sweat shattered in the air and soaked the ground, but there was an unmistakable look of humiliation on his face.

"Boy, do I need you to give way?"

Mu Fan grinned and said, "Young Master Wen, if I had kicked you just now, your leg would have been broken."

Wen Zheming was stunned, and then his face contorted.

There was a hint of craziness in his eyes, and in an instant, his momentum was boosted. Wen Zheming took a deep breath, jumped back, and made a strange pose with both hands. His momentum was released!

What was going on?

Mu Fan suddenly felt that the sense of danger coming from Young Master Wen was getting stronger.

Wen Zheming did not give him time to think at all. That posture was just a light swing. In the blink of an eye, it was as if rubber was stretched to the limit, and a huge rebound was made!

He straightened his body and stretched out his hands. Wen Zheming's right fist shot out like a cannonball that had been set on fire! It was not sloppy at all.

Great Advancement Fist Cannon! What standard B + level combat moves!

In half a second, Wen Zheming's muscles were all tensed up, and he could feel his muscles tearing. However, Wen Zheming was like a mad tiger and did not care about anything else. I will punch you through!

"Huh… Ah! Ah!"

Su Chen's Instant Punch, which already had more than 2,500 kilograms in it, was boosted by nearly 50% of the Greater Improvement Cannon Fist's strength. The heavy fist, which exceeded Level 17 strength in a short period of time, came straight at Su Chen!

A great sense of danger hit him, and Mu Fan's eyes turned red!

Ah!

The color of blood flowed in his eyes, and the muscles in his arms tightened and compressed when he suddenly entered the gravity room.

The veins on his arms were bulging. Mu Fan took a deep breath. His eyes were fierce, and his movements were smooth like flowing water.

His right arm tightened, and his left hand suddenly held his right arm tightly. He twisted, leaned forward, half kneeled on his left leg, and propped his right leg behind him. His whole body charged up diagonally like a bull, and his right elbow rotated in midair, suddenly stopping! His waist exerted strength, and all his strength gathered at one point.

The elbow started to rush down, and a perfect straight line appeared in the air!

Half Arm Guard!

Mu Fan did not know that he had subconsciously performed one of the Federation's Class B actions. He did not know that he had subconsciously leaned his elbow forward and called it a hand-to-hand combat! Class B + defensive counterattack.

There was a prerequisite for all these movements. In addition to instantaneous fist strength above level 18, muscles endurance must be above level 18!

These....

these were achived by Mu fan without knowing about it.