Chapter 435: Chapter 210: It’s Your Turn (Congratulations Alliance Hierarch Tadashi)
(Slowly paying off debts, the first extra chapter for Alliance Hierarch “Tadashi” is presented! The repetition earlier in this major chapter has been corrected, offering up a merged 4700-word chapter!)
The fat man was silently beaten for nearly 10 minutes, and the blood on his face had already dragged out long streaks on the floor.
For the first time in his life, the fat man showed amazing endurance despite having never been hurt before.
All he could think about was whether Harry could get in touch with Mu Fan.
If no one came within half an hour, he feared he wouldn’t last much longer…
Perhaps twenty minutes?
The fat man’s consciousness was already beginning to blur.
The man called Feng Xin seemed to have grown impatient and said in a low voice, “Step aside.”
His violent gaze fixed on the fat man lying on the ground, whose breath was becoming disordered. Feng Xin crouched, raised his hand high, and then violently slapped down.
Slap!
The fat man was actually flipped onto his other side by the slap.
Now, Harry’s face was no longer recognizable, swollen like a steamed bun.
Lying on the floor, the fat man struggled to open a slit in his eyes, gazing up at the man looming over him and weakly uttered,
People rushed over to hear what he had to say.
“Your… mom… exploded.”
“Fuck!”
Feng Xin’s right hand raised again, ready to strike down fiercely the next second.
Thud!
Suddenly, a huge rumble came from outside the café.
As the five men looked out, a giant green plant in a pot filled with dirt, weighing hundreds of kilograms, smashed through the glass with a howling force, and struck towards the buzz-cut youth called Feng Xin.
Hmm?
Feng Xin quickly retracted the hand that was about to hit the fat man’s face and leapt, spinning in place with a reverse kick.
The huge flowerpot burst apart along with the soil instantly, and the hundred-kilogram plant was kicked aside onto a wooden platform, emitting a heavy, dull sound.
Who!?
Along with the man in sunglasses at the bar, the five people looked outside in unison.
Mu Fan retracted his kicking leg and, with indifferent eyes, looked at the people inside the building, casually commanding, “Block all communications here.”
“I enjoy doing this kind of thing the most.” Black chuckled sinisterly.
After speaking, Mu Fan took a step and lunged forward again, his left leg lashing out straight ahead with a ferocious force.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the firmly shut wooden door, as if stamped upon by an ancient mammoth, got kicked off its hinges and flung open. Against the backlight from outside, a figure clad in blue-grey training clothes entered the scene.
These cold and indifferent eyes looked to the ground as bone-chillingly cold words squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
“I… want to see… who dares… to touch him.”
His shoulders slowly heaved as the young man’s head dipped slightly, his broken hair obscuring the raised gaze.
His left hand hung by his side, while his raised right hand slowly extended an index finger, pointing toward the buzz-cut man beside the fat man.
The others hesitated.
“Hahaha, is this a half-grown helper?”
“You dare to provoke us!”
“Do you know who we are?”
The five men seemed to hear an incredibly hilarious joke, exchanging glances and inadvertently raising their eyebrows.
This minutely subtle movement was precisely captured by Mu Fan, and the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly.
“You’re friends with this little fat one, huh? That’s very interesting. If we let this slide, can our boss still get by? A flat rate, compensate with 500,000 Star Coins, break his legs, and take him to be treated. Of course, that was the previous condition, but for you, we will consider separately…” Feng Xin’s fierce gaze settled on Mu Fan, showing a strange and dangerous light.
“Sneer.”
A scoff devoid of any superfluous emotion sounded from Mu Fan’s nostrils.
Then, accompanied by sentence after sentence of quiet yet imposing words spat out, Mu Fan stepped forward.
“First, I don’t negotiate terms.”
“Second, I’m taking the person.”
“Third, you stay behind.”
The man in sunglasses had already taken a dislike to Mu Fan, and drawing on the power of a level 15 strength, his hands delivering more than 2350KG of instant burst force, he swung the baseball bat compressing the very air itself.
“Ahh!” The two female clerks who looked up couldn’t help but scream.
And the corners of the mouths of the four men, including Feng Xin, sketched out a curve at the same time.
With that hit, the arm was done for, and it was time to soak in the biological cabin, but whether the bones could recover as before was not their concern.
Heh heh…
Mu Fan didn’t even turn his head to look back.
He raised his left hand, and then, in the very next moment, it appeared abruptly in the trajectory of the descending baseball bat.
The smiles on their faces froze.
With a muffled thud, the baseball bat harshly landed on the base of Mu Fan’s left hand.
But there were no tragic cries as imagined, no sound of shattering bones, nothing.
There was only that unmoving arm, and that head slowly turning.
Mu Fan swept an indifferent glance at the sunglasses-wearing man who could not be seen through the dark lenses, and suddenly his left hand clamped down.
As if waking from a dream, the sunglasses man hurriedly tried to pull out the baseball bat, only to find that the youth’s left hand was like the arm of a mecha, immoveable no matter how much force he used.
Under the long sleeves of the training suit, the muscles had already burst forth, and Mu Fan violently pulled back.
Caught off guard, the sunglasses man, grasping the baseball bat firmly, was directly yanked to Mu Fan’s side.
The distance of 75 centimeters flashed by in an instant, and Mu Fan’s five fingers, like mechanical claws, clutched the opponent’s right wrist.
With a grim smile, he suddenly lifted his left arm, drawing an exaggerated arc, and smashed it heavily to the right.
Under this irresistible force, the sunglasses man was lifted into the air by Mu Fan and then smashed to the ground with a loud bang.
With a boom, the sunglasses man didn’t even have the chance to scream before he passed out, and from that hit, one could hear at least the sound of five different bones breaking.
“Damn!”
Feng Xin made no move, while the remaining three youths pulled out expandable batons from behind their waists and charged in from three different directions.
People from their Ding Chuan Academy Fighting Club were actually being beaten.
Students from the senior year of the Fighting Department at Ding Chuan Academy, by a boy whose hair hadn’t even fully grown yet.
That slam was like the starting signal of a battle to them.
But for Mu Fan…
He was still walking forward, step by step.
His neck swiveled slightly as he looked at the first person to charge over, his left hand clutched the swinging stick in mid-air faster than the opponent, and then with a slight tug, struck the opponent’s back with a brutally violent force before the other could react.
The sound of fabric tearing, the three layers of clothing on the opponent turned into a huge diagonal opening, and a terrifying wound with skin and flesh turned outward appeared on his back.
The man was sent flying miserably, crashing into a glass wall.
The second person only received a furious kick from Mu Fan.
The baton that hit his shin actually bent under that explosive kick, and Mu Fan’s right leg hit the opponent’s lower abdomen. The man flew back faster than he came, hitting the interior wall and falling to the ground with a clatter.
By this time, the third man had already charged in front. Mu Fan, with his emotionless eyes, gave him only a glance, then extended his left hand like lightning and pressed it against the man’s face.
“Ha!”
Before the baton could reach his shoulder, the man was smashed to the ground by Mu Fan.
His face was pressed hard against the floor by the enormous force of Mu Fan’s god-like strength, several teeth spilled out with blood, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
Within three seconds, Mu Fan had taken care of everything in a leisurely manner and then turned his gaze towards the crew-cut youth.
Now only he, Feng Xin, and the fat man with the blurred consciousness on the floor remained in the arena.
“Next, it’s your turn,” Mu Fan stated as if simply narrating a fact.
“Heh,” Feng Xin sneered coldly from the corner of his mouth, a glint of cold light flashed from his chest, and a rapidly spinning dagger appeared in his hand.
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(second update)
The dagger in his hand flipped rapidly, almost without making a sound.
This was the basis of Feng Xin’s confidence.
B+ grade weaponry Fighting Skill—Shadow Kill.
With Level 17 physique, he was mediocre within the Fighting Department, but with this dagger in hand, if it truly came down to a life or death struggle, the outcome would be uncertain.
Mu Fan stopped, watching coolly as the crew-cut youth’s dagger shadows flickered before him.
Different from the Sky Speed Cut that relied on speed, seen by Mu Fan on Loga Star, wielded by a Star Thief, each pivot of this dagger used the thumb for direction change, which could easily create a misleading impression of where the next attack would come from.
Watching the cold gleam of the sharp blade, Mu Fan had no doubt about what consequences that blade would have if it hit the body.
But, the major flaw of this move was with the user himself.
Because…
He was too slow!
Feng Xin wanted to see some sign of unease on Mu Fan’s face, but he didn’t expect there to be no reaction at all from him.
This greatly annoyed him, and he kicked heavily at the fat man lying on the ground.
He just couldn’t believe this wouldn’t anger the other party!
Sure enough, as soon as he lifted his foot, Mu Fan’s eyes narrowed, and he stomped on the ground with both feet, turning into a residual image and rushing forward.
Shadow Kill Three Flowers Shadow!
Three flashes of silver light flickered.
Instantly sealing Mu Fan’s attack route.
But Mu Fan lowered his stance and then appeared just 30 centimeters from Feng Xin’s face, having traversed the blocked space.
This made Feng Xin instantly feel a chill, and he hurriedly tried to counterattack with a stab.
But Mu Fan’s arm trembled and climbed onto his right hand, then he twisted with all his strength.
Super Short Range – Positive Ion Strike!
Feng Xin felt a strange twisting force suddenly emerge on his right arm, which almost instantly caused his muscles to lose the ability to resist, his wrist softened, and the dagger dropped to the ground with a clang.
Mu Fan’s palm moved swiftly to the back of Feng Xin’s neck, then he hooked his hand and pulled fiercely towards himself.
Cervical Physiotherapy Skill!
The incredibly vulgar name was always brutally efficient each time it struck.
Index, middle, and ring fingers, placed on the joints of Feng Xin’s cervical spine, and with the force of 21 levels pressing down for an instant, it rendered the young man with the crew-cut unable to resist.
Mu Fan then pulled back half his strength in his head and delivered a headbutt.
Thud!
It felt like being hit hard by an armored car.
Spinning around, he crashed against the wooden rack behind him, then landed on the ground.
His head buzzed, and Mu Fan’s figure blurred in his vision; he finally understood what Harry felt like when losing consciousness.
Mu Fan supported himself on his knees, squatted down, and looked quietly at him, before slapping his face.
Snap!
A jolt.
The clarity in Feng Xin’s mind began to return.
The kid in front of him seemed like a demon, and he hurriedly tried to struggle to his feet.
But Mu Fan’s hand resting on his shoulder kept him from moving.
“If I had used even a bit more force just now, your cervical spine would have been broken long ago,” Mu Fan said indifferently.
“I’m from the Ding Chuan Fighting Department; you absolutely dare not do anything to me!” Feng Xin said with a fierce tone, having known that Mu Fan was Harry’s close friend and even aware of Mu Fan’s superior strength.
Yet, as Mu Fan’s enemy, he realized that all his previous plans existed only in fantasy.
“Why did you attack Harry?”
Mu Fan pushed out with one hand.
“Ah!” Feng Xin’s head was driven directly into the wooden rack, the broken wood forcing him not to move.
After doing this, Mu Fan slowly helped the fat man up.
The fat man’s eyes were swollen, and his face was so bruised that he could have opened a grocery store, sporting shades of blue and purple.
“What happened?”
“It’s nothing, pah!” Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the fat man wiped his mouth and forced a smile at Mu Fan, “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”
“Hm?”
“Her name is Jin Ling; we met the day before yesterday. She’s a second-year student in the Medical Department. We had agreed to come here for coffee today, but I got punched before we could even settle down.”
The fat man gestured to a girl squatting in the corner, clutching her head about ten meters away. Her face was obscured, but her trembling figure in a pure white short skirt looked rather innocent.
Their conversation wasn’t loud, and they weren’t worried it would be overheard.
Mu Fan’s eyes swept coldly over there then patted the fat man.
“Things probably aren’t as simple as you think. Sit tight, leave it to me, and I’ll take you for treatment in a bit. Can you hang on for five minutes?”
“Even fifty minutes would be fine, ha.” The fat man, his shirt nearly kicked to shreds, leaned against the wooden table’s leg, sat on the ground, and grinned.
“Way to go.”
Mu Fan nodded, and when he turned back again, his eyes were terrifyingly cold!
“I’m asking you, did it feel good beating him up just now?”
Feng Xin, who dared not move his head, stared fiercely at Mu Fan, a flash of hatred crossing his face.
“I didn’t, I didn’t, I am wrong, please let me go. I am Feng Xin from the Fighting Department; my boss is one of the Five Heavenly Kings, ‘Thunderstorm.’ You must know him.”
“Which hand did you use to hit him?” Mu Fan asked, ignoring him.
“You can’t afford to mess with our Fighting Department. Just walk away, let’s call this even.”
“This hand?”
“What are you going to do!!”
Feng Xin realized the cold-blooded youth in front of him wasn’t paying attention to a single word he said.
The youth’s indifferent face incongruously twisted into a mocking smile. Then, like a vise, his right hand seized the other’s palm and slowly pressed down.
The creaking and cracking of bones immediately caused the flat-top youth’s face to break out in large beads of cold sweat.
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Mu Fan, now like a cold-blooded humanoid machine, maintained the same mocking smile, his right hand relentless, continuing to twist the hand forward with a uniform speed.
Crack, crack.
The rhythmic sounds of bursting continued.
“Ah!” A piercing scream began to rise.
The smile at the corner of Mu Fan’s mouth disappeared, his eyes turned frosty, and he suddenly pressed harder.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone-breaking echoed as the man’s palm was completely twisted to the point of hanging at an odd angle from his wrist.
“Ah!~~ My hand!!”
Tears and snot flowed down his face as it was jammed into the wooden frame.
Feng Xin screamed in agony.
The powerless, seated fat man tried to look through the slits of his eyes and saw everything. His mouth cracked open into a hollow laugh, which turned into crying.
This was his sworn friend.
In the most critical moments, it was always Mu Fan who appeared by his side.
In this lifetime, having such a friend, I, Harry, am content.
Tears ran down the fat man’s swollen cheeks as he smiled.
Mu Fan’s eyes remained indifferent.
“Can we talk now? Do you or do you not know that girl?”
“I don’t, I don’t!!”
Feng Xin shook his head furiously; he absolutely couldn’t tell.
“Oh, then this hand…”
Mu Fan gently reached for Feng Xin’s other intact wrist.
Feng Xin shuddered all over; this was a demon!
He couldn’t take it anymore, he was about to speak.
“Bam!”
Suddenly, a swift whooshing sound erupted.
Mu Fan, who a moment earlier was holding Feng Xin’s left hand, now sprang into a wild punch.
The huge pot of greenery exploded instantly!
Soil scattered everywhere.
Protected by the wooden stand, the fat man was unaffected, but Feng Xin, with his mouth open, was instantly filled with dirt, erupting into a violent cough.
Mu Fan’s aura started to surge violently, for there emerged a striking young man about 1.9 meters tall, clad in Fighting clothing, with prominently muscular physique.
His purple pupils were extremely eye-catching, and the dangerous aura emanating from him caused Mu Fan’s eyes to narrow.
“…Who are you?”
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