Chapter 703: Chapter 476: Take Off the Shackles
Dragon Aunt’s worried eyes instantly turned to joy at this mont because this movent…
was simply remarkably standard.
There was even an indescribable rhythmic beauty to it, completely lacking the discordant feeling that usually ca from forcibly twisting one’s body tissue.
On Mu Fan, she saw not a trace of discordance!
“Second move, reverse bone folding.”
Under Mu Fan’s skin, where no one could see, Ghost Energy instantly split into 176 lines, flooding through his body.
His bones crackled as he maintained a leaning forward posture, yet his hands clapped to his elbows, then bent to his back; his whole body folded up like putty in three layers.
Then, with a crisp snap, his whole body unfolded again.
“Third move…”
“Fourth move…”
Mu Fan’s movents, textbook-like, were displayed before everyone.
He truly demonstrated by strength what it ant to be a genius.
When the Ninth Move ended…
“Completion rate 99%, evaluation—perfect.” Those words appeared directly on the projected light screen.
Mu Fan wiped his sweat and looked at Falcon whose eyeballs were bulging.
“What’s wrong, Uncle Falcon?”
That calling snapped Falcon back to reality.
“You, how did you just do that? Did Madman Ruan teach you before?”
This was the only explanation they could think of.
If they were to say Mu Fan had never practiced before, they absolutely wouldn’t believe it because Mu Fan’s postures were remarkably standard!
If Extre Nine Forms could be replicated so easily within 12 hours, then it wouldn’t match up to the na ‘extre.’
“No, I just feel like doing these isn’t difficult.”
Falcon’s eyes twitched. He finally understood why Madman Ruan always had that drunk-thrilled look whenever he talked about his disciple.
This damn showing off is so smoothly silent…
“That’s impossible, your nine movents just now each have minute differences from the original, and even surpass the limits, human bones can’t withstand that level of twisting!”
Wizard suddenly stepped forward, declaring with absolute certainty.
Hearing this, Mu Fan suddenly laughed, looking at Wizard’s fierce, bloody-toothed mask, and said, “Now that you’ve seen , it becos possible.”
A smile appeared on Dragon Aunt’s face, this troublemaker of a kid, he really holds a grudge.
But he’s right, from the mont I saw you, everything beca possible!
The faint disgust in Wizard’s eyes didn’t escape Mu Fan’s notice, but he didn’t mind.
For soone who doesn’t like you, no amount of explanations will make them favor you.
If that’s the case, why bother?
There are plenty who don’t like , who do you think you are?
Thinking like this, Mu Fan’s heart felt relieved.
Wizard gave Mu Fan a deep look, “May your performance continue as you claid.”
Then looking to Falcon, “Captain, since he hasn’t given up, we can now conduct the final test for the first step of the assessnt.”
Falcon nodded, looking at Mu Fan.
“Kid, since you’ve co to Flying Dragon and touched on so secrets of Flying Dragon, you should know that as a top-secret organization, we have very strict rules. The preliminary test of the first step assessnt was unexpectedly perfect. I hope you can pass the final test, as I said before, one false move and you might die.”
Mu Fan rubbed his wrist nonchalantly and nodded, “Since I’m here, I won’t disgrace my teacher, let’s proceed quickly, I’m in a rush.”
Hearing ‘in a rush’ again from Mu Fan made those around looked displeased. What could this kid be planning to do that’s more important than joining Squadron S?
To them, there was nothing. But to Mu Fan, revenge was much more important than joining Squadron S.
He owned Shura cha, he had his band of brothers.
The only thing Mu Fan lacked was ti.
“T-Rex, tell him,” Falcon said moodily as he pulled out a cigar and lit it, motioning to the side.
Dragon Aunt looked gently at Mu Fan, “The final test requires you to pass through a battlefield environnt simulation chamber next to here. Inside there will be a closed tal corridor, 3.7 ters wide, 3.3 ters high, and 207 ters long in total, with 211 fixed obstacles set up, all consisting of high-power laser beams at a wavelength of 495 nm.”
“You could think of it as a laser corridor. Once your body touches these laser lines, it will instantly cut through human tissue.”
“You only have one chance. The difficulty of the laser corridor will be set according to 60% of the completion rate of the Extre Nine Moves just perford. If you wish to survive, then you absolutely must ensure your head avoids these deadly rays!”
Dragon Aunt’s final words were very stern, as current dical technology had a 100% recovery rate for severed limbs.
However, once the brain was sliced by a laser, it would lead to thorough death.
Mu Fan sneered inwardly. This must be Wizard’s doing, judging from Dragon Aunt’s eyes seemingly suggesting him to refuse.
But Mu Fan had never forgotten the grand vow he had made in his heart.
…Standing at the pinnacle of this universe, from now on, no one shall bully !
It’s just an assessnt.
Mu Fan looked down at his chest, his eyes seemingly piercing through sothing.
“You’ll have a chance to warm up. You can set the start ti yourself, but forfeiting isn’t allowed.”
The Wizard’s words reached his ears; he had facilitated Mu Fan’s participation in this assessnt and was naturally the one to speak now.
“As I said before, I’m in a hurry. Let’s start now, no need to warm up.”
Mu Fan casually glanced at the battlefield simulation chamber – the cost of borrowing a weapon this ti was unexpectedly high.
“Hope you co out of there in one piece. Rember, if you stay still for more than 30 seconds, the laser grid will activate. Tank, open the gate for him.”
“You can go in now.”
The Wizard’s voice always had that ethereal distant quality, which induced a certain indescribable aversion in Mu Fan.
“Wait a mont.”
Mu Fan suddenly gestured with his hand, indicating a pause, and stood still.
This action made those around him look puzzled, while the Wizard’s face remained expressionless, though irritation flashed across his eyes.
“You’re still entitled to a warm-up, no need for such inferior tactics.”
“Senior Wizard, I think you might be misunderstanding sothing.”
As he finished speaking, Mu Fan began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Mu Fan, what are you doing?”
Falcon got nervous as Mu Fan started taking off his pants in front of her.
This action caused Falcon’s mind to freeze.
In her decades of life, no one had ever dared to take off their pants in front of her!
Yet here Mu Fan was doing just that, unabashedly removing his pants and jacket.
The flexible training suit that he wore was then exposed to everyone’s sight, though they didn’t know the purpose of the white vest and the weight bags that followed.
Thud!
A dull, powerful sound erged when the flexible training suit hit the floor.
That sound instantly dazzled everyone present.
Not for anything else but for the overwhelming heaviness of that sound!
As Mu Fan took off that vest and slowly placed it underfoot, people saw a muscular Mu Fan standing in shorts, shirtless.
Creak, creak.
His body weight instantly reduced by over 100 kilograms.
After stretching his neck, Mu Fan felt that a re jump could now send him flying.
“What are those?”
Falcon pointed at the items on the ground.
“Just so weights.”
After saying that, Mu Fan casually threw a punch, feeling his punch speed was even 30% faster than at his peak.
Hiss…
A collective gasp of awe filled the area, realizing that the young man had been weighed down the whole ti?
“We can start now, Captain.”
Dressed again in his trousers, shirtless Mu Fan stood quietly in front of Falcon.
T-Rex even unconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.
All those crisscrossed scars, vividly displayed in front of everyone.
The scars on Mu Fan’s body…were no less than their own!
What had this young man been through?
For these combat-experienced soldiers, with their fiercely acute eyes,
Mu Fan’s body even bore several bullet and beast wounds.
“Don’t you need protective gear?”
“No need.”
Mu Fan waved his hand nonchalantly and stepped into the battlefield simulation chamber.
In the corridor, a humming sound activated a dense laser grid.
Behind him, the chanical expert Yi suddenly reached out to pick up the weights that Mu Fan had shed.
“My goodness…how heavy is this vest? 50 kilograms!?”
The materials expert was utterly astonished after Mu Fan had entered.
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