Chapter 254: Chapter 30: Head-to-Head Clash (Cheers to Hall Master Xuehong!) Chapter 254: Chapter 30: Head-to-Head Clash (Cheers to Hall Master Xuehong!) (This chapter is a bonus addition, suddenly delivered at 3 a.m., stunned by the generous rewards, thanks to the favor of the Big Boss!)
The expression on Amos’s face turned fierce when he saw those three fingers.
“Kid, do you actually think you can finish the fight in thirty seconds?”
Mu Fan, tilting his head, raised an eyebrow then shook his head.
“Poking fun at me?
Within three moves, I’ll smash your mouth.”
Lin Hao, watching from below, covered his face in embarrassment.
I bet none of you know this kid is telling himself that his opponent is worth 3 kg of fried rice.
Don’t I understand that look in Mu Fan’s eyes?
It even had a bit of an inquiring tone, as if he was asking if it was too much and could be reduced, but not less than 2.
Like I’d be greedy for your bit of rice!
So, Lin Hao closed his eyes and nodded; he truly didn’t have the courage to continue exchanging looks with Mu Fan.
Seeing Lin Hao’s reaction, Mu Fan turned back satisfied, stretched out his right hand, and then…
made a hooking gesture.
This one action instantly set the whole place on fire.
Such blatant provocation!
Mu Fan’s gesture also made the expressions of the students from Dawn turn grim, except for Tataric, who looked at Mu Fan curiously.
He always felt that this boy, who resembled him a bit, harbored a very fierce and terrifying aura in his body.
And on Ding Chuan Academy’s side, the morale skyrocketed with that single gesture from Mu Fan!
That’s a real man!
Our side had already had two people continuously knocked out, but when Mu Fan took the stage, he made only two moves: first a “three,” then stretched out his hand toward the fierce opponent and hooked his finger.
Was this the rhythm of knocking out the opponent within three moves?
Just thinking of that scene fired everyone up.
Including Shi Sen and others, who watched Mu Fan with expectant looks; this kid seemed like he was never an easy mark from the moment they met!
Recalling how Mu Fan dared to confront the seniors right at the academy’s entrance to excelling in several training programs at the Special Training Base and now this gesture.
White Hair ruefully pressed down his spiked-up hair.
You are the most eye-catching one here, aren’t you!?
My performance over these many days hasn’t had the impact of this single gesture of yours, although I’d also love to do that, but I’d better not find trouble against that level 20 muscle strength opposite me.
Now, his mind was full of that detestable kid who dared to challenge him.
Amos clenched both fists, raised his right arm, then bent the elbow back, stretched out his left arm, and stepped forward in a bow stance.
Looking here, Lu Qingxue said, “Right punch to start, this attack might be very strong.”
This statement alerted everyone.
Very strong?!
Stronger than the previous two times?
As Amos set up this move, Mu Fan, dressed in a gray t-shirt, raised his fists.
“Senior Sister, what move is this?”
“No specific move, just a standard fighting stance.”
Pfft, almost spat out blood.
A few second-year students looked speechlessly at Mu Fan; don’t tell me you don’t have a style.
They were right, with his fists raised and held in front, this was what he considered a very formal attitude.
All his fighting skills were improvised, his moves more often than not instinctual responses, and furthermore…
almost always bloody!
Mu Fan now had more lives on his hands than he could count with both hands.
Seeing Mu Fan’s casual attitude, Amos merged two steps into one and burst forward, punching straightforwardly.
But as the left punch struck, the right fist was gathering force beside his body.
“Right punch followed by strong punch, this is a middle-guard breaking strong strike technique.”
Lu Qingxue said quietly while holding her sword sheath, a flash of concern in her eyes, because so far, the ace student named Mu Fan showed no signs of changing his move.
That straightforward punch with immense force was hurling towards him when Mu Fan suddenly stretched out his right hand.
“What is he trying to do?”
“Is this a street fight?
Amos’s punch could smash his entire arm.”
Dawn’s side started whispering in astonishment.
On the spectator seats of the Special Combat Team, Wolf sarcastically remarked, “If this kid breaks his arm, Black Widow, would you go and carry him off?”
“Hmph, if his arm breaks just like that, then I’ve been anticipating for nothing these past two days.” Tracy flicked her blonde hair, unconcerned.
But the previously cheerful captain, Bearded, who had the nickname ‘Chimpanzee,’ suddenly spoke up, “This kid’s muscle density is off!”
Huh?
It was rare to see their captain so serious; everyone promptly looked towards the center of the arena.
They only heard a buzzing sound, a vibration spreading from the point where the two were clashing to the surface of the Fighting Platform.
Mu Fan firmly caught Amos’s left fist with his right hand.
Damn!
Did that kid just stretch out his hand and catch such a punch?
When this stance lasted a tenth of a second, the exceptionally perceptive audience gasped in astonishment, for the kid had not taken a single step back!
His right arm was only slightly bent, showing that Amos’s punch hadn’t even made him completely deflect the force.
But a flicker of insight suddenly passed through Qingxue’s beautiful eyes like a clear spring.
No, his feet just trembled a bit, which means he’s already countered the force from the opponent!
The movement was so subtle that nobody noticed.
There were only two possibilities for being able to do this: either his constitution far surpassed his opponent’s, or his muscle density must have reached an incredibly shocking level.
Qingxue caught the eyes of those nearby, and with a slight turn, her gaze met Renault’s.
Both nodded at the same time.
Yes!
Something is odd about this core student!
Mu Fan’s five fingers tightly gripped the wildly powerful punch in his palm.
Underneath his skin, his muscles quietly moved and completely countered the force.
“The physical characteristics of a race must have the advantages on which the race relies to survive; continuously discovering one’s own advantages is the path a Fighter should take,” echoed the words of the Fighter Instructor.
When Amos saw his punch being caught, he immediately realized he had misjudged the opponent’s strength — this kid’s physical condition was definitely not proportional to his size.
“The move isn’t over yet!”
A right punch hidden by his ribs suddenly burst out.
Ancient Flow Boxing Skill, Right Punch follow-up move—Strong Fist!
Good!
A cheer suddenly erupted from Dawn’s student section.
If this punch hit, that kid would definitely be thrown out of the Fighting Platform.
But as the hidden right punch burst out without a whisper of wind, Mu Fan’s left hand opened its five fingers almost simultaneously to meet it from the side.
Buzz!
Amos felt his punch, strong enough to punch through a wall, crash into an iron claw without any cushion.
A tremendous force surged in, yet the iron claw only slightly retreated before becoming unresponsive.
He looked down.
Mu Fan looked up.
Their gazes met on the platform.
The corner of Amos’s eyes twitched; the kid had blocked him in such an unimaginable way.
The first move was over!
This unexpected young man had definitely surprised him.
But if you said the fight would end in three moves, then taste my next two.
His eyes suddenly widened, a fierce momentum rose, Amos’s hair bristled and his meaty head violently jerked back.
At that moment, people realized—their hands were already completely restrained, and with Amos’s action, everyone understood what he was about to do.
Headbutt!
This physically formidable Amos swung his forehead fiercely towards his opponent.