Chapter 37: Chapter 37 The Legend Is Born
Editor: Noodletown Translations
The air was pierced by the dispersing dust, and an invisible wave spread between the two, thud!!
Wen Zheming’s fist stopped on the muscle near Mu Fan’s elbow on his tensed arm. Feeling the impact of his powerful punch, he was satisfied but simultaneously filled with a trace of doubt.
Why didn’t he hear the sound of a bone breaking?
At this moment, he felt his fist moving with the opponent’s arm.
When that arm slowly retreated, Wen Zheming just caught a glimpse of Mu Fan’s defiant eyes and the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.
“You!” Wen Zheming couldn’t hide his shock in his voice. His eyes fixed on Mu Fan, and he forcibly supported his left hand with his right arm to retract it.
The Big Progress Cannon Fist he had just forced himself to use made Wen Zheming’s right arm almost lose sensation, his body drained of strength; he needed time to recover from the injury.
Mu Fan’s eyes held a mysterious significance, “Young Master Wen, is your hand unable to move?”
Wen Zheming clutched his wrist tightly, his face showing a fierce expression, “You!”
Slowly lowering his arm, Mu Fan said sincerely, nearly making Young Master Wen, who was trying to regain composure, livid.
“Young Master Wen, if your fist had landed on my elbow just now, I believe you know the consequences. But since I’m just a sparring partner, I really love this job, so do you think we continue the fight?”
Continue the fight? … Fight? …?
Wen Zheming felt the blood rush to his head, causing his vision to go dark.
Since he was five, he had been training with martial arts experts in the army, experiencing intense training and using the planet’s top Body Tempering Liquid for healing, something unimaginable even in a lifetime of hellish training. At twelve, he was sent to the reserves and killed a man at thirteen, returning to normal society three years later as the infamous ruthless Young Master Wen.
Continue fighting? Now he was being earnestly questioned by a sparring partner in the Martial Arts Hall.
I… fight your damn! Finally, Wen Zheming spat on the ground, his right arm incapable of being lifted was completely exhausted.
But obviously, this kid held back and didn’t dare really do something to him.
“Hmph.” Young Master Wen didn’t want to say another word, his expression fluctuating. He never expected this kid could withstand a 17-level force punch!
Mu Fan withdrew his stance and slowly walked to Wen Zheming, looking at the fierce and menacing young man before him, and softly spoke, “Young Master Wen.”
Wen Zheming finally retracted the look that saw him as a lower species. In any situation, strength was a person’s best business card; the kid before him deserved his respect.
“Speak,” Wen Zheming uttered a word without any emotion.
“I wonder if Young Master Wen’s words still hold true?”
Hearing Mu Fan’s words, Wen Zheming understood what he wanted to say and frowned, his voice cold, “Speak.”
“Mr. Mankun, whose leg was broken the first day, is my friend,” Mu Fan said slowly after some thought.
“And then?” Wen Zheming frowned slightly.
“He is my friend,” Mu Fan stared back.
“Are you sure you want to bring this up with me?” Wen Zheming’s face turned slightly vicious, and the recognition he felt earlier vanished completely.
“Yes,” Mu Fan’s smile was harmless.
Wen Zheming didn’t say a word, looking at Mu Fan, gazing into those calm and indifferent eyes, the good mood he had just regained began to dissipate.
Suddenly feeling a bit dull, Young Master Wen waved his hand and said, “Mankun, I got it.”
Mu Fan remained unmoving.
Wen Zheming acted as if he hadn’t seen Mu Fan, leaned back on the sofa, and directly pressed the Martial Arts Hall’s internal line.
“This is Wen Zheming, have Chanison come up.”
Then he glanced at Mu Fan with disinterest and waved his hand, “Go. Chanison will tell you.”
Mu Fan squinted slightly, took a deep look at Wen Zheming, and turned to leave the room.
After coming out, Mu Fan didn’t go downstairs but headed straight to Training Room 4, reaching it after two corridors and a turn. After verifying his identity, he entered. The previous bout had lasted less than an hour, the chubby guy hadn’t arrived yet, and Mu Fan sat directly on the training chair.
He grinned.
Now he understood the deeper meaning in the fighter’s words, subtly warning him to think first before acting.
In the previous bout, he’d had several chances to cripple his opponent, but afterward, he would’ve had to flee to avoid retaliation, right?
However, moving his body a bit felt wonderfully soothing, as he sat on the training chair, comfortably closing his eyes for a nap.
Little did he know, in the following time, the entire Martial Arts Hall was about to explode with activity.
…
Chanison quickly came back downstairs, his face filled with excitement, Young Master Wen was satisfied!!
Wen Zheming had not mentioned Mu Fan at all. After Chanison entered the room, he directly tossed a card over, saying ten thousand Star Coins for Mankun and five thousand for the big guy from yesterday afternoon. After waving them off through a private channel, he left directly, making a meaningful statement upon departure, “The Martial Arts Hall, not bad.”
Wen Zheming was utterly gone! This event gave Chanison a reason to throw his hat. Not to mention Young Master Wen’s expression didn’t show any dissatisfaction with the Martial Arts Hall, as he left, he specifically pointed out Mankun and Jeff, Was this still the brutal Wen Zheming as known?!
And it even made Young Master Wen pay out of pocket? But then he thought, what if he misinterpreted Wen Zheming’s intent and returning it meant suicide. Deciding to make a financial contribution from the Martial Arts Hall, the previously terminated relationship with Mankun would allow him to stay in logistics, and Jeff’s situation would also suffice even if Wen Zheming punished him through Chanison.
Chanison descended the stairs, humming a melody, nonchalantly passing through the training grounds for trainers and coaches.
In Training Room No. 5 on the first floor, the honest crowd behind Chanison exchanged bewildered glances.
“What’s up with Chanison today?”
“His kid was born?”
“Nonsense, his wife isn’t pregnant.”
“Then he’s a happy stepdad!” A somewhat dull-looking sparring partner confidently nodded.
“You idiot,” Everyone around him unanimously cursed.
Suddenly, Chanison remembered, where was Mu Fan, that kid?
So, he turned and asked, “Where’s Mu Fan?”
… Everyone was silent.
“Mu Fan?”
Everyone was confused. Hadn’t he gone upstairs? Weren’t you upstairs too? How are you asking us?
“Mu Fan didn’t come down?” Chanison suddenly realized that the Martial Arts Hall folks were a bit dumb.
“No, no, didn’t he… go up before? We, we didn’t see him come down.” Someone stammered in response.
Chanison frowned and called over the nearby staff.
“Check where Mu Fan is.”
“Mr. Chani, one moment, let me check… he’s in VIP Room 4 on the third floor.”
“This boy, a bit interesting, give him a two-thousand bonus later,” Chanison’s mood was excellent, ready to return to his office to have a proper chat with Mu Fan, the magical kid!
Thinking it through, Chanison turned on the one who had just spoken, scolding, “You can’t even speak clearly, like a useless person, learn from Mu Fan!” Then, hands behind his back, he stepped into the floating stairs.
As everyone was still in the dark, what did Mu Fan do well? What did he do? The cleaning staff came down from the third floor holding two broken punch targets.
“Tsk, tsk, what kind of freaks are in Room One?” These are ultra-strong thread cotton and energy absorption springs, 15-level force standardized design targets, and they’ve been wrecked!”
The voice was not too loud or too soft, perfectly reaching the ears of the group here.
Boom! Instantly, the entire training ground exploded with chatter.
In the Martial Arts Hall, Mankun, and Jeff had been severely injured. Then, a kid who ate ten meal boxes completed one sparring session and moved on to the next.
The 15-level force standardized design punch targets were destroyed!
Mu Fan!!? The group exchanged stunned glances and nodded in agreement.
…
Thus, the legend of the Martial Arts Hall’s strongest sandbag… was born on that day.
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