Chapter 151: Chapter 61: Encountering the Strongest Defense Chapter 151: Chapter 61: Encountering the Strongest Defense The senior Observer of Dawn Academy of the Federation was currently excited and blushing, continuously slamming the table and shouting,
“We want this candidate number 4919!
Dawn wants him.”
“Really shameless, why don’t you just outright say it’s a special recruitment by Dawn?” A sinister voice came, causing the senior Observer’s face to change.
He turned around to scold, but his expression changed again when he turned.
“Ah, isn’t this Instructor Ruan?
I’m just eager to find talents, how could I possibly be so overbearing to say this is our Dawn’s special recruitment.
It’s fair competition, also giving the candidates a chance to choose fairly, right?”
Tsk, the older you get, the more shameless.
You’ve got that right.
Observers from several other academies now unanimously support Ruan Xiongfei.
All the good seeds have been taken by you, what do we have left?
If that one’s good you choose it, this one’s good and you take it too.
Are your Capital’s academies really so domineering?
Have you no shame!
Successfully leading the tempo, Bald Ruan stepped back from the forefront.
Chaos had already erupted behind him.
Tsk tsk, you can choose whichever you want, maybe I should make contact with that Mu Fan a bit earlier?
Rubbing his chin, Ruan Xiongfei returned to the railing, watching the boy standing still in a long-sleeve jacket below.
…
Crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Mu Fan was quite curious about the handsome young man who had just left; he managed to use Mind to manipulate those four spheres incredibly and his attack power was impressive.
It was no simple feat.
The number of contestants today was only one-eighth of yesterday, and the pace was much faster.
Just when he was still pondering over a match, Mu Fan’s electronic badge vibrated again.
His turn again?
“Contestant number 1578 against contestant number 7100.”
Slightly pinching his left hand, although his body had recovered quickly and he could feel significantly better than before, he probably still couldn’t exert much force.
Hands in pockets, this would maximize the reduction of others’ suspicion.
Mu Fan smiled and nodded at Paje as he went up on stage.
When he stepped onto the stage, he suddenly realized this person was the one he had paid attention to before.
Indeed, the closer to the last, the more elite the remaining contestants.
This time the young man wasn’t wearing the jacket, but just a striped T-shirt.
Mu Fan’s expression revealed a strange look.
Although…
he had never worn such new clothes before, but…
why did this piece of clothing look so peculiar on this tall young man?
Hmm, wearing shorts… and then tucking the T-shirt into the shorts, with one corner not tucked in.
Looking up, he saw the young man’s proud expression.
His gaze kept signaling towards his chest.
Chest?
Wasn’t it just the T-shirt?
Seeing that Mu Fan was paying attention to his pretty T-shirt, the tall, somewhat dorky young man grinned.
When he smiled, Mu Fan was somewhat speechless; this young man’s physique might still be lacking, but the goofy expression definitely matched Paje.
“My name is Duke!”
The tall young man smiled friendly at Mu Fan.
Hmm?
Quite interesting.
“Mu Fan.”
“I know you, you’re amazing, but I won’t give up!”
Mu Fan was finally amused by the tall youth in front of him, “Neither will I, let’s go!”
Duke rubbed his hands together, took a half-crouch stance, and aimed at Mu Fan.
Seeing Duke’s starting position, Mu Fan was initially indifferent but was surprised to find a solid rock in front of him through Spiritual Perception!
Unified defense?
Seeing Duke’s non-attack stance, Mu Fan threw a straight punch.
Punching power at level 20!
The first probe.
Seeing Mu Fan’s attacking motion, Duke’s arm touched forming a wall that stood firmly in front of him.
Bang!
Mu Fan was actually bounced back.
Just now, he did hit the opponent’s body, but it felt as if…
he had hit a power meter, with nothing but a tremor and no other reaction.
The youth named Duke even cocked his head to look at him.
“Amazing!” Mu Fan truly admired.
“Hehe, come again.”
When asked to come again by his opponent, a competitive spirit arose within him.
His right arm muscle bulged, the veins began to crawl under the skin, but they were well hidden under a jacket, giving a sense of a longer charging time.
Stone Breaking Fist!
The move he had learned before was used again, and the arm twisted behind his back was now tense and charged to the maximum.
Strike!
A punch with rapid spinning force and the sound of breaking air smashed forward.
The people watching around couldn’t help but widen their eyes.
This kid showed such powerful Fighting Skill right from the start, what did that imply?
It implied that the silly boy opposite was on the same level as him!
A group of people got excited and started ordering their subordinates to gather more information.
The errands-runners couldn’t help but complain, wondering why these nobles always started frantically collecting data whenever they saw something exciting, when the data they had given them previously hadn’t even been looked at yet.
Unfortunately, the work still had to be done.
Ruan Xiongfei on the high platform watched Mu Fan with amusement, sensing a good show about to unfold.
Seeing Mu Fan’s impressive punch, Duke suddenly puffed out his chest proudly and stepped forward to meet it!
What was he trying to do?
Mu Fan hadn’t expected this move from his opponent.
But the punch was too fast, and there was no time to change the strike.
A heavy punch hit Duke.
No, not the chest, but the waist and abdomen.
There was no sensation of hitting bones, just the feeling of his fist continuously rotating and grinding against muscles as hard as fine steel.
Suddenly, the muscles in front of his fist twisted together, and then the rotation of his own fist was abruptly halted, coming to a stop.
Looking up, Duke grinned.
“I won’t concede.”
Mu Fan: “…”
You’re pretending to be a fool amongst tigers with such strength, and the worst part is, you’re not even acting dumb…
Now Mu Fan felt like he was facing an extremely resilient martial fanatic.
His opponent didn’t seem to know what pain was, and his own 21-level strength just wasn’t having any effect.
“Hit me!”
Mu Fan suddenly spoke.
Duke looked startled, then sheepishly said, “Then I’ll hit.”
First a punch swung out, followed by a barrage of unstructured punches and kicks.
Mu Fan calmly deflected the opponent’s punch with his right hand, then realized the opponent’s Punching Power was only around level 16.
How could it be so weak?
“Put some strength into it!”
“I am putting strength into it!” Duke assured with certainty.
This is his full strength?
How could there be such a huge gap between strength and resistance?
He hadn’t yet felt the limits of his opponent’s resilience.
The people around who noticed this scene found it somewhat amusing; the two of them had been exchanging blows for a long time with no effect, and the one dubbed as “Great Demon King,” number 1578, hadn’t gained any advantage over his opponent.
Currently, neither side had sustained effective damage.
He couldn’t drag this on any longer.
Mu Fan, having made up his mind, glanced at his left arm without making it obvious; he had to give his arm enough time to recover.
Then, he would have no choice but to use that move.
He slightly lifted his head, his sharp gaze aiming at the opponent’s shoulder.