Chapter 517: Chapter 292: Be Careful What You Say
Mu Fan’s gaze fixed on Willie, who had just spoken, and at that mont, the surrounding crowd fell silent.
The look in the eyes of the row of older Fighting Club mbers carried an inexplicable mix of ridicule and derision. With so many of us from the Fighting Club watching, what can you possibly do?
To be insulted so openly to your face, what can you truly do?
With an inexplicable smile, Rong Cheng quietly observed Mu Fan as if he were the man behind the curtain.
Bing Su and Xi Xi, two female students, had eyes filled with shock and anger.
How can you upperclassn insult a freshman like this!
Now, the entire focus of the scene boiled down to one person—Mu Fan!
Everyone was watching, waiting for Mu Fan.
To see what he would actually do.
Mu Fan didn’t say a word; he simply stepped forward with one foot.
This move instantly stunned the group of older Fighting Club mbers, who then burst into laughter.
Hahaha, does this kid really think he can make a move?
They were a group of Fighting Club mbers, all with a minimum physique standard of level 18—if a fight really broke out, not even everyone on the scene combined could handle them.
Unless you could summon a cha.
So, under the mocking gazes of the group, Mu Fan’s right foot gently touched the ground.
But the mont his right foot landed, it seed to vibrate dozens of tis, becoming a blur in everyone’s vision, yet there was no anomaly on Mu Fan himself.
Thud—the rapidly vibrating right foot finally touched the ground.
Boom!
A visible wave of air burst forth from where Mu Fan’s foot landed, expanding outwards in all directions.
Positive Ion Strike!
Without a word, Mu Fan’s arm swung, creating a phantom trail, and with fierce montum, it shot out like a cannonball.
The smiles froze on the faces of the older Fighting Club mbers, and the smile on Rong Cheng’s face also solidified, but the next second, his eyes revealed a hint of delight.
You actually made your move; under these circumstances, doing so will put you at odds with the entire Fighting Club.
Heh heh, you won’t get into the Student Council now, and you’ve just cut off your own path with the Fighting Club.
For Mu Fan, there was no need to consider these things. When a dog provokes you, the response isn’t to bark back but to kick it hard.
So things are much more powerful when done than said!
Willie hadn’t expected Mu Fan to have such courage, daring to strike first even with such a strong backing behind him and at a ti when hardly anyone in the Swordsmanship Club dared to stand out.
“Bring it on!”
With a vicious laugh, Willie threw a fierce punch.
By the looks of it, this kid was no match for himself!
But…
How could he move so fast!
While people were questioning Mu Fan’s courage as he threw his punch, by the ti Mu Fan’s figure disappeared from their retinas, their expressions had all turned to shock.
“How can he be so fast!”
Mu Fan’s indifferent gaze t his opponent’s, but the focus in the other’s eyes was still on the afterimage behind him.
Six Forms·Charging Step!
The culmination of a lifeti in the Martial Path by Mohandas, from a mysterious race on a parallel plane.
Exceeding the peak of human potential—the Six Forms!
At this mont, Mu Fan was using it for the first ti in front of everyone.
His left shoulder couldn’t exert too much force, so he used the boost of speed to execute this move that was uniquely his own.
Charging Step Boost—Positive Ion Strike!
Mu Fan’s fist dodged his opponent’s, simply not wishing to shatter the other’s bones with one punch.
Before Willie could react to his missed punch, Mu Fan’s fist landed hard on his shoulder.
With a grunt, Willie, still in his punching stance, was sent flying.
But Mu Fan didn’t stop; his arm twisted eerily as his palm gently touched the opponent’s shoulder, his figure rapidly advancing, brushing past, and… stopping.
His form solidified in an instant, yet Mu Fan’s movent felt like a heavy hamr falling hard on the hearts of these students from the Fighting Club.
With one hand hooking Willie’s shoulder, he appeared so indifferently in front of the dozen people, not even sparing them a glance, but calmly looking at Willie, whose eyes were still sowhat lost.
Willie felt the palm on his shoulder press a certain spot, and any slight movent would bring intense pain; he found himself firmly restrained by Mu Fan with just one hand.
“You can eat recklessly,” Mu Fan’s eyelids lifted as he calmly swept over the group and then his gaze rested on Willie’s face as he quietly said,
“…but you can’t speak carelessly.”
Then with a twist of his palm hooking Willie’s neck, he brutally pulled forward while raising his own head high, then smashed it down hard.
Bang!
Observers, regardless of gender, felt a pain in their skulls.
Willie’s body slumped softly to the ground.
His eyes nearly turned white, now spinning dizzily as Mu Fan’s silhouette in front of him began to blur.
Then his consciousness was not his own anymore, his body slipping softly from Mu Fan’s hands, falling to the ground.
The expressions on the faces of the remainder of the senior mbers of the Fighting Club froze at that mont.
The young man’s silhouette stood fearless and still opposite them.
A senior mber who was even taller than his peers, nearly reaching 2 ters, fiercely spat out his chewing gum and cursed at Mu Fan: “Damn!”
Then he charged forward, with his elbow raised high and slamd down fiercely.
“Looking for death, you want to ss with the Fighting Club?!” Rong Cheng’s remark, not too harsh nor too light, instantly ignited the fury among his companions.
A student with triangle eyes cast a fierce glance towards the crowd of onlookers.
“Fighting Club dispute, bystanders, clear out!”
At his shout, the dozen or so mbers with fierce auras aggressively spread out, pushing the crowd aside, then encircled Mu Fan.
A boy who had been watching the excitent muttered under his breath, “This is going to be a big deal.”
So people began to run desperately outward.
…
In just a short while, ssages started to spread rapidly among the other clubs.
“It’s started, they’re fighting! A group of senior mbers from the Fighting Club are actually fighting with a freshman from the Swordsmanship Club, the scene is so damn thrilling!”
“Big news, hurry to watch the Swordsmanship Club, this year’s coolest club!”
“Quickly go see how the newbie kills himself off, one person takes on over a dozen senior mbers of the Fighting Club, freaking amazing.”
“Did you hear? Sothing fun happened at the Swordsmanship Club recruitnt.”
These ssages especially spread quickly among the big clubs.
Ti Square is vast, but the speed of ssage transmission wasn’t slowed down by this at all.
So senior mbers who were already bored with the recruitnt perked up upon hearing this news.
There’s fun to watch!
At the Student Council, Youshi Wang, who had been busy, suddenly looked up, shocked, “Rong Cheng started a fight in front of the Sword Dao Club!?”
Youshi Wang hurried out of the Student Council office with two mbers.
…
“What, our Fighting Club mbers got beaten?”
“Damn, it’s recruitnt day, and soone dared to ss with us. Those cha Club guys wouldn’t dare co to the Fighting Club without their chas, right?”
“Who’s so blind!”
“Sorry, dear students, we need to handle sothing first.”
…
A student ran hurriedly and panted as he stood beside a young man.
Those purple pupils seed like they could pierce his soul.
“Boss! There’s trouble with our club today, soone’s fighting with our people.”
Slowly fitting the Finger Tiger onto his fingers, the young man with the intimidating aura and purple pupils quietly said,
“Let’s go have a look.”
…
PS: (Dear readers, I’m really sorry, my wife fell ill today, I went out during the day and when I ca back at night, I had to cook, delaying the update until so late. Now my wife and baby are asleep, and I’m typing away desperately.)
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