Chapter 110: Chapter 20 Fanatic Cutting (10th Update, 9th Update) Chapter 110: Chapter 20 Fanatic Cutting (10th Update, 9th Update) Editor: Noodletown Translations “`
(Mr.
Gu, here is the ninth update!)
Redemption?
The martial arts skill performed with this metal short stick is called Redemption?
Mu Fan really couldn’t understand the meaning of this name.
Now Black wasn’t around, and he couldn’t ask him.
Seeing Mu Fan’s puzzled expression, the mouth beneath the cloak slightly curved upward.
The heritage of my clan in this world, let it shine with its first light.
“The necessary prerequisite for learning this martial arts skill is to master at least the First Stage of Dark Breath.
Very good, the Dark Breath in you has already shown signs of progressing toward the third stage.
You should already feel some of its benefits now.” The fighter seemed to immediately see through Mu Fan’s inner state.
This had absolutely gone beyond the realm of virtual reality!
The fighter’s words made him realize the huge gap between them once again.
“Very good, start trying to observe my movements in a state of Absolute Calm.
Remember, the weapon and your arm are one.”
The fighter held the stick in one hand and posed in a starting position, and Mu Fan followed suit.
The mouth beneath the cloak continued to curl up, as the fighter showed appreciation for Mu Fan’s precise imitation.
“Try to control the muscle strength of your fingers in a state of Dark Breath, because next, it will depend on whether you can withstand this pain.”
Mu Fan’s eyes widened as he watched the short stick rapidly spin between the fighter’s fingers with a casual twist, the sound of wind whistling through the quiet fighting training room.
Could such an astonishing effect really just come from finger twisting?
No, Mu Fan noticed that the fingers seemed to be wrapped in a faint green mist.
Mu Fan tried to twist hard for the first time, lifting up, then down.
“Thirty percent strength, not bad, keep going.”
The fighter’s complimentary words couldn’t satisfy Mu Fan.
Was this strength only thirty percent?
Mu Fan gritted his teeth, tightened his muscles, and twisted.
“Forty percent.”
Once, twice, three times.
…
After nearly an hour, Mu Fan finally reached fifty percent.
The fighter nodded and spoke softly, “Close your eyes.”
He placed his armored palm on Mu Fan’s head, and a faint green glow surged up.
Mu Fan suddenly felt something new in his brain, a method for controlling Dark Breath, using the mind to guide its circulation throughout the body along specific points.
For a full ten minutes, the two maintained their posture, standing for a full ten minutes.
The fighter withdrew his hand, melding into the darkness, with a faint voice following.
“Again, let’s see your limit.”
Mu Fan still wore Black’s modified helmet, the one with pain locked at 100 percent.
When he opened his eyes just then, ancient runes seemed to faintly flicker within them.
Dark Breath circulated along the line he saw in his mind, flowing into his arms.
Then, with muscle control under Absolute Calm, exerted force!
Mu Fan only felt his arm burn with pain.
Just then, he felt like his muscles had broken through his body’s limits.
But under the special stimulus and restriction of Dark Breath, Mu Fan gritted his teeth against the tearing pain in his muscles and forcibly unleashed his strength.
Buzz!
He could see the short stick spinning in mid-air, its duration nearly doubled from before.
“Not even eighty percent, not bad.”
Again!
Mu Fan gritted his teeth.
Another hour later, Mu Fan’s fingers twisted, and the short stick was already steadily spinning in his palm, identical to the fighter’s previous movements.
“Very good, the first move is completed.” The fighter nodded.
The talent of the young man before him in this aspect was astounding, but what satisfied him even more was his perseverance, unwilling to give up until he achieved his goal.
When the clock pointed to noon, Su Xiaomi downstairs curiously looked at surveillance.
Master Heifan’s room had been silent.
Was it possible that he slept during the day too?
But wouldn’t the foodie eat?
“Grumble,” when Su Xiaomi was curious, Mu Fan’s stomach growled on cue.
He had just mastered the first stage of Redemption’s Seventh Stage, Fanatic Cutting.
The short stick in his hand shot out like lightning, then suddenly spun in his palm.
With Mu Fan’s upward motion, the air ahead seemed to be torn with a whooshing sound.
This was merely the basic expression of the move, which in battle could branch into over sixty variations.
Though the fighter said his actions were up to the standard, Mu Fan always felt something was wrong.
The technique, whether from the name or execution, always made the weapon in his hand feel lacking, just by a tiny bit.
Seeing the confusion in Mu Fan’s eyes, the fighter in the shadow smiled but didn’t explain further.
“No way, I’m so hungry!
I’m going to eat!” Mu Fan, lying on the floor, gasped, saying this.
Even though the training was in PO Battle Net, the huge mental drain made Mu Fan feel pressured.
He had never experienced such consumption in this game before.
“One hour later, continue.” The fighter nodded, his figure sinking into the shadows.
…
Su Xiaomi suddenly received a call from 216, delivering 20 boxes of luxury meals again.
When she heard Mu Fan’s firm voice, she nearly regurgitated her lunch.
Master Heifan, how can he be such a foolish foodie?
“Oh, by the way, that thing, do you have any short sticks in the store?
Any material will do.” Suddenly Mu Fan’s voice came through the communicator again.
With her wide imagination, Su Xiaomi didn’t respond for a moment, what would he do with short sticks?
Glancing down at the corner, there really were a few short wooden sticks, seemingly parts for building a frame.
“Yes, come and get them yourself, no delivery.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll come right away.”
Mu Fan agreed and quickly tidied up before heading downstairs, showing a handsome smile when facing Su Xiaomi.
Su Xiaomi, infected by Mu Fan’s sunny smile, wanted to smile back.
“Can I have the short stick?” With one sentence, Su Xiaomi’s face darkened immediately.
To think I mean less to him than a wooden stick, infuriating.
Su Xiaomi tossed her head and ignored Mu Fan.
Mu Fan, puzzled, looked at the cute and angry girl before him, thinking he hadn’t said anything else.
He had clearly agreed to her picking it up from the communication.
Mu Fan looked in the direction Su Xiaomi had just glanced at.
The short sticks were scattered in the corner like that.
Perfect.
Mu Fan walked over, picked one up and twirled it, just right for a trial.
Seeing Mu Fan like that, Su Xiaomi’s doubt grew more.
Now, that boy seemed less like a Martial Path Master.
“Hello, your lunch has arrived.”
Suddenly someone entered and spoke, holding two trays: Mu Fan’s luxury lunch had arrived.
The short stick in his hand rotated cheerfully.
Mu Fan hurriedly rushed forward.
“My meal!” His eyes turned into hearts.
“Hey, this looks good, boy, I’m taking one,” a domineering voice suddenly sounded.
Then a muscular hand reached for the tray.
That’s mine!
Mu Fan panicked.
The short stick in his hand instinctively swung to stop the person.
“Hmph!” Seeing a kid trying to stop him, the person’s hand moved like a blade.
The scars and calluses on the palm indicated that this person was undoubtedly an experienced fighter, intending to knock Mu Fan, the original owner, away without restraint.
Mu Fan frowned, exerting strength in his palm.
An unusual and unnoticed force surged from his body, spreading through his shoulder and arm.
The short stick in his hand’s spinning speed suddenly tripled, sweeping fiercely with a backhand like a blade wheel.
Fanatic Cutting of Redemption!
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