Chapter 130: Chapter 40 Enter the Arena Chapter 130: Chapter 40 Enter the Arena Editor: Noodletown Translations “`
“Number 208 is not bad, keep a close watch on him, I like his style,” someone in the circular suite in midair said with interest to the secretary, noticing the bloody fighting scene below.
Wang Nuonuo had just curiously glanced downward and happened to see this scene.
Seeing the blood-soaked Phil, she couldn’t stand and returned to her seat.
Her otherwise graceful and beautiful face now turned somewhat pale.
Wang Nuonuo patted her chest, forcing herself not to imagine that scene.
After witnessing Phil’s ordeal, no one was in the mood for jokes anymore, and the group fell into silence.
Now, these youngsters realized upon coming here that they could only protect themselves, with no room for any extra considerations.
The examination continued!
Batch after batch, endlessly.
Mu Fan continuously heard victory cries in his ear, along with more screams, but more often, it was the candidates being silently carried away.
To minimize competitors as much as possible, everyone who went on stage played heavy-handedly.
Because that damned Major suddenly announced a piece of news.
“This tournament has a losers’ bracket, and the top twenty from the losers’ bracket will be used for another purpose!”
No one wanted to be the one eliminated!
Paje took the stage, this burly giant surprisingly had strong power.
His opponent kept showcasing various moves, but with one heavy punch from Paje, the opponent’s defense completely collapsed.
With no flashy moves, Paje easily overpowered and won the judge’s favor.
As Paje stepped down, he saw the judge nod at him approvingly.
Soldiers especially appreciate such fierce and strong fighters.
With some training, this type would make an excellent heavy firepower soldier in battle.
Mu Fan sat still, yet he hadn’t heard his test number called.
Next up was Chester from the trio.
This young man’s moves were quite agile.
His opponent appeared older, and their opening moves proved they were a veteran with rich fighting experience.
Chester kept moving around, never giving the other the chance to get close.
After a few probing attacks, Chester found that his offense couldn’t inflict effective damage on the opponent.
At this point, the opponent was gradually closing in, compressing his space.
The other side had been infuriated by this flea-like youth, and was determined to give Chester a severe beating.
Chester suddenly smiled.
After witnessing Phil’s experience, he decided not to fight to the end and planned to leave a lasting impression on his opponent.
The lively youth moved swiftly, advancing rapidly.
Before the opponent could slash quickly, Chester dodged into their arms with a swift motion, and with a snap, slapped the opponent’s face, then flipped backward to dodge the attack.
As the opponent held a burning face, Chester advanced again, utilizing his speed advantage to sidestep a sneaky kick, snapping another sharp slap.
The opponent finally went mad!
Chester smiled, raised his hand, and admitted defeat!
This young man had left a lasting impression at the scene in such a manner.
For a moment, many people in the circular suite were inquiring about this boy’s name, and visibly more interested.
This boy had already lost, meaning these corporate elites could start recruiting him immediately, and judging by his lively demeanor, he clearly knew how to adapt.
His opponent, stunned, held a burning face watching the youth leap lightly off the stage.
Chester had already returned to his group, chatting and laughing with Eli and others.
Mu Fan remained seated with his eyes closed, adjusting his breathing.
He had already entered the Dark Breath state, requiring this Absolute Calm to continuously quench his growing killing intent.
Eli and others saw that Mu Fan had been sitting with eyes closed for forty minutes without any movement, so they refrained from speaking further.
Just now, when Phil was beaten, his life uncertain, there wasn’t a flicker of expression on Mu Fan’s face.
This clearly created emotional distance within their hearts.
“Chester, why did you do that?” Eli gently punched.
“No choice, couldn’t beat him otherwise.
Seeing Phil like that, I understood if I couldn’t continue then I must quickly jump out.” Chester nonchalantly shrugged, yet a trace of reluctance flickered when mentioning Phil.
“What will you do now?”
“Wait for an offer.
Although I’ve blocked the path to enlist in the military, at least I’ll get a job to support my mother and sister.” Chester had a touch of yearning on his face.
Before arriving, he had thoroughly investigated the background here, tending more towards using this stage to showcase himself.
Someone tapped him on the back, and turning around, he saw someone handing him a business card.
Chester’s face lit up with joy, he had finally waited for it.
Eli and Paje watched their smiling companion leave, now reduced by one more person around them.
Since entering this gigantic Fighting venue, various small groups had dissolved in various ways.
Phil’s fate was unknown, Paje won easily, while Chester, despite failing, chose to leave in a way he preferred.
Now only Eli remained, uninterested in watching the venue, continually lifting his head to glance around, then lowering it to check his electronic nameplate, waiting for his turn to fight.
Suddenly, a vibration from his electronic nameplate, followed by a broadcast.
But it was Mu Fan, who was meditating, that made the move.
“Number 298 against Number 1578.”
Eli watched Mu Fan’s back with complex emotions, not saying a word.
But the honest Paje scratched his head and spoke in a muffled tone, “Mu Fan, good luck!”
Mu Fan turned, revealed a friendly smile, and nodded at the two.
In their eyes, they saw only calmness in Mu Fan, a serenity transcending the physical world.
From the young man before them, they felt a Grandmaster-like bearing of unaffected stillness.
Among eight thousand people in the venue, simultaneously fighting with 120 people, no one paid special attention to this ordinary boy, for Mu Fan’s build was inconspicuous in this crowd.
“Why does that figure look so familiar?”
“Isn’t that the freak from our test center?”
Yet amidst the crowd were candidates from the morning in Zone D, unknowingly catching a glimpse and recognizing the freakishly strong boy silently taking to the stage.
Among them, those oblivious paid no attention.
“It’s him!”
Zhang Yuanren was meticulously wrapping his hand bandages, having just finished binding his thumb, when he heard whispers beside him.
“Freak?”
Lifting his head, he just saw Mu Fan’s profile.
“It’s him!”
The line tightened in his hand, and Zhang Yuanren started staring intently at Mu Fan’s every move.
Walking, Mu Fan didn’t mind the gazes around him, gracefully leaping as he jumped onto the platform.
Number 298 slowly took the stage, slightly taller than Mu Fan, with sharply defined muscles, wearing only a pair of linen pants, bare fists and feet, setting up in a firm opening stance.
Mu Fan stood casually, with calm eyes.
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P.S.
Thanks to book friend “Mo Yun Ya” for the 1888 coins reward!
Thanks to book friend “Liuli Yue Zhong Xue” for the 100 coins reward!
Thanks to book friends “Soviet Armor Infantry” and “Qinghu Mountain” for 20 coins, and “l Yanshi l” for the 10 coins reward!
(Has anyone played Overwatch?
Tangtang is hooked, what to do…)
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