"Who am I? Hehe."
The young man dressed in hemp fighting attire walked down from the second floor, step by step.
"Mu Fan, no sign of a sixth person was found in the previous surveillance," Black reminded in his ear.
Mu Fan lightly tapped his teeth to indicate he understood.
"A third-year student of the Fighting Department at Dingchuan Academy, Artwood," the man said as he walked down, loosening his neck, the sound of bones moving coming from within his body.
Feng Xin, already terrified by Mu Fan, started screaming miserably, "Boss, save me; this guy's a madman~~"
Mu Fan recalled the name Feng Xin had just shouted.
He narrowed his eyes, "One of the Fighting Department's Five Heavenly Kings—Thunderstorm?"
"They like to call me that."
Artwood had reached halfway down the stairs, pointed to a trembling woman in the corner, and continued, "She's my woman, and your friend laid hands on her."
"And then you hurt my people."
"So, I'm going to make you more miserable than Feng Xin..."
With the last word, Artwood transformed into a raging whirlwind, suddenly charging forward, his arm whipping through the air with a crack, his speed utterly different from Feng Xin's!
That ferocity and fierceness made the hairs on Mu Fan's back stand on end.
This man had blood on his hands!
The scent of blood almost instantly filled his nostrils.
Mu Fan took a step and vanished from his spot, fighting attack with attack!
Positive Ion Strike!
An intense impact like a cannonball tore through the air.
Bang!
Two shadows touched and immediately parted.
Artwood's narrow eyes showed a bloodthirsty intent as he casually shook his right hand.
Mu Fan also stepped back, swinging his arm.
Such formidable power!
It was Mu Fan's first time meeting someone his age whose strength could match his own!
And that violent speed and precise angle made his counterattack punch completely ineffective.
The opponent had neutralized the follow-up of Mu Fan's Positive Ion Strike.
And Mu Fan's fingers ached faintly.
A rival equal in strength!
Was this the depth of a top academy in the Federation?
Dingchuan Academy's two major departments, Mecha and Fighting!
Compared to the predominantly female Swordsmanship Club, the comprehensive martial arts-based Fighting Club was unquestionably a minor organization.
The difference in strength was tenfold!
Behind him was the fat man who still couldn't get up.
So, no matter what, Mu Fan had to stand in front of the fat man.
Embedded in the wood frame, Feng Xin wore a vengeful smirk watching Mu Fan become more cautious.
This was his boss, Artwood!
Artwood, known as the Thunderstorm Heavenly King of Ding Chuan!
The immobile fat man saw Feng Xin holding his wrist with a sinister smile, spat out a blob of blood, leaving a mark on Feng Xin's white shirt.
Feng Xin couldn't dodge; his eyes reddened as he looked at the fat man:
"You fucking fatso, I'll crush you in a moment."
The fat man, his eyes nearly swollen shut, stared at Feng Xin, his mouth still chuckling unnaturally, "Your mom exploded, ptui."
Another spit of bloodied saliva.
Feng Xin's head was stuck in the wooden frame; unable to retaliate, the spat blood was partially blocked by the wooden sides.
He could only watch frustratedly as the bruised and swollen fat man cursed at him.
The girl who had been crouching finally stood up, looked at the imposing Artwood, and shivered, "I, I haven't done anything wrong to you, please let me go."
Artwood's gaze never left Mu Fan, he simply said, "Stand there, don't move."
Then, out of the corner of his eye, the fat man saw Jin Ling just standing there, not moving an inch.
Hehe, Mu Fan was right, the bitch.
He bitterly thought that he had been fooled by such a clumsy trick.
Blinded by hog's blood, that woman was still putting on an act.
Unbeknownst to Jin Ling, that seemingly naive fat man had already cursed her dozens of times in his mind.
Artwood, taller by more than ten centimeters compared to Mu Fan, clenched his fists and in a tone that seemed to declare the facts said, "No wonder you dared to intervene, but next, you'll be more miserable than him."
After speaking, Mu Fan saw the opponent fit finger tigers on both hands, then flashed a ferocious smile at him.
His figure instantly became a blur—
Fierce Kill Tiger Claw!
Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder!
When this astonishing move appeared, Mu Fan finally understood why he was called the Thunderstorm Heavenly King.
Mu Fan's eyes locked onto his opponent's route, his figure flickered.
Stone Breaking Fist!
He didn't see the subtle smile at the corner of Artwood's mouth as he looked down.
The moment their figures were about to clash.
Artwood's speed suddenly doubled, his half-extended fist pressed down then hooked up!
This was the Fierce Kill Tiger Claw of swift as thunder!
When Mu Fan's rotating arm was still a punch away from his opponent's armpit, that abruptly thrusting fist wind fiercely lashed at his own shoulder.
Instantly four blood holes appeared, and Mu Fan swiftly dodged.
But the speed-increased Artwood shadowed him closely, his left palm swept across an incredible trajectory like the horn of an antelope, fiercely aiming at Mu Fan's neck.
Fierce Kill Strike Tiger Whisker!
If it had hit, he would have been either dead or disabled.
It was this kind of continuous deadly move!
Mu Fan's muscles tensed, pulling his body to retreat exaggeratedly once again.
The training uniform on his chest instantly tore open, leaving four claw marks!
Now Mu Fan's guard was completely down, his face carrying a bloodthirsty chill as he brought his fists together, then struck in an alternating up and down motion, resembling a giant beast's biting.
Fierce Kill Breaking Tiger Teeth!
A fierce expression emerged on Mu Fan's face, at that moment his body abruptly stopped, then he fiercely smashed downwards.
Boom!
The solid wooden chair behind him was instantly smashed to pieces.
Mu Fan lay amidst the broken wood, rolling and finally evading the pursuer.
Artwood had steam rising from his forehead, his presence like a warrior who had just fought a hungry tiger, licking his lips and pouting.
"I'll show you the difference between you and the seniors, huh? My Ding Chuan first-year freshman!"
Artwood no longer hid his feelings, the indifference he felt when he saw the training uniform had now naturally transformed into his tone.
He had known Mu Fan's identity from the very beginning!
A standout among the third-year students of Ding Chuan Fighting Department, the over two years of training in a top academy would let this kid understand that the gap was even bigger than he had imagined!
This deal was accepted so simply.
But...
Even though the eight wounds on the young man's shoulders gushed with blood, even though the four horrific claw marks on his chest were enough to curl the skin and flesh, there was not the slightest hint of fear or disturbance in Mu Fan's eyes.
What was there... was only indifference!
Hearing Artwood's words, Mu Fan expressionlessly lowered his head to inspect the wounds on his chest, they were deep, almost reaching the ribs, the torn training uniform instantly soaked with blood.
Mu Fan silently lowered his gaze.
Artwood's mouth curved into a mocking smile, his fists ready again.
"I see what you will use to make up for the vast two-year gap at Ding Chuan!"
At that moment, the head that was previously lowered suddenly lifted, his eyes revealing a terrifying fierceness.
Thump thump, thump thump.
The invisible heart, at this moment, suddenly contracted to a quarter of its original size, then abruptly expanded, the heartbeat increasing exponentially!
Mu Fan's eyes suddenly turned blood-red.
In his mind, that familiar scene re-emerged, under the nearly 500 beats per minute, his blood nearly washed away his last bit of rationality.
"My clan does not fear death!"
...
"One is born with dreams!"
...
"Under the starry sky, I can go anywhere!"
...
"The most ferocious beast, isn't it me?"
A mad smile began to appear on Mu Fan's indifferent face, his voice made everyone's blood boil.
"Then I'll let you see!"
Boom!
The floor beneath Mu Fan's feet instantly burst into dust!