Chapter 517: Chapter 292: Be Careful What You Say
Mu Fan’s gaze fixed on Willie, who had just spoken, and at that moment, the surrounding crowd fell silent.
The look in the eyes of the row of older Fighting Club members carried an inexplicable mix of ridicule and derision. With so many of us from the Fighting Club watching, what can you possibly do?
To be insulted so openly to your face, what can you truly do?
With an inexplicable smile, Rong Cheng quietly observed Mu Fan as if he were the man behind the curtain.
Bing Su and Xi Xi, two female students, had eyes filled with shock and anger.
How can you upperclassmen insult a freshman like this!
Now, the entire focus of the scene boiled down to one person—Mu Fan!
Everyone was watching, waiting for Mu Fan.
To see what he would actually do.
Mu Fan didn’t say a word; he simply stepped forward with one foot.
This move instantly stunned the group of older Fighting Club members, who then burst into laughter.
Hahaha, does this kid really think he can make a move?
They were a group of Fighting Club members, all with a minimum physique standard of level 18—if a fight really broke out, not even everyone on the scene combined could handle them.
Unless you could summon a mecha.
So, under the mocking gazes of the group, Mu Fan’s right foot gently touched the ground.
But the moment his right foot landed, it seemed to vibrate dozens of times, becoming a blur in everyone’s vision, yet there was no anomaly on Mu Fan himself.
Thud—the rapidly vibrating right foot finally touched the ground.
Boom!
A visible wave of air burst forth from where Mu Fan’s foot landed, expanding outwards in all directions.
Positive Ion Strike!
Without a word, Mu Fan’s arm swung, creating a phantom trail, and with fierce momentum, it shot out like a cannonball.
The smiles froze on the faces of the older Fighting Club members, and the smile on Rong Cheng’s face also solidified, but the next second, his eyes revealed a hint of delight.
You actually made your move; under these circumstances, doing so will put you at odds with the entire Fighting Club.
Heh heh, you won’t get into the Student Council now, and you’ve just cut off your own path with the Fighting Club.
For Mu Fan, there was no need to consider these things. When a dog provokes you, the response isn’t to bark back but to kick it hard.
Some things are much more powerful when done than said!
Willie hadn’t expected Mu Fan to have such courage, daring to strike first even with such a strong backing behind him and at a time when hardly anyone in the Swordsmanship Club dared to stand out.
“Bring it on!”
With a vicious laugh, Willie threw a fierce punch.
By the looks of it, this kid was no match for himself!
But…
How could he move so fast!
While people were questioning Mu Fan’s courage as he threw his punch, by the time Mu Fan’s figure disappeared from their retinas, their expressions had all turned to shock.
“How can he be so fast!”
Mu Fan’s indifferent gaze met his opponent’s, but the focus in the other’s eyes was still on the afterimage behind him.
Six Forms·Charging Step!
The culmination of a lifetime in the Martial Path by Mohandas, from a mysterious race on a parallel plane.
Exceeding the peak of human potential—the Six Forms!
At this moment, Mu Fan was using it for the first time in front of everyone.
His left shoulder couldn’t exert too much force, so he used the boost of speed to execute this move that was uniquely his own.
Charging Step Boost—Positive Ion Strike!
Mu Fan’s fist dodged his opponent’s, simply not wishing to shatter the other’s bones with one punch.
Before Willie could react to his missed punch, Mu Fan’s fist landed hard on his shoulder.
With a grunt, Willie, still in his punching stance, was sent flying.
But Mu Fan didn’t stop; his arm twisted eerily as his palm gently touched the opponent’s shoulder, his figure rapidly advancing, brushing past, and… stopping.
His form solidified in an instant, yet Mu Fan’s movement felt like a heavy hammer falling hard on the hearts of these students from the Fighting Club.
With one hand hooking Willie’s shoulder, he appeared so indifferently in front of the dozen people, not even sparing them a glance, but calmly looking at Willie, whose eyes were still somewhat lost.
Willie felt the palm on his shoulder press a certain spot, and any slight movement would bring intense pain; he found himself firmly restrained by Mu Fan with just one hand.
“You can eat recklessly,” Mu Fan’s eyelids lifted as he calmly swept over the group and then his gaze rested on Willie’s face as he quietly said,
“…but you can’t speak carelessly.”
Then with a twist of his palm hooking Willie’s neck, he brutally pulled forward while raising his own head high, then smashed it down hard.
Bang!
Observers, regardless of gender, felt a pain in their skulls.
Willie’s body slumped softly to the ground.
His eyes nearly turned white, now spinning dizzily as Mu Fan’s silhouette in front of him began to blur.
Then his consciousness was not his own anymore, his body slipping softly from Mu Fan’s hands, falling to the ground.
The expressions on the faces of the remainder of the senior members of the Fighting Club froze at that moment.
The young man’s silhouette stood fearless and still opposite them.
A senior member who was even taller than his peers, nearly reaching 2 meters, fiercely spat out his chewing gum and cursed at Mu Fan: “Damn!”
Then he charged forward, with his elbow raised high and slammed down fiercely.
“Looking for death, you want to mess with the Fighting Club?!” Rong Cheng’s remark, not too harsh nor too light, instantly ignited the fury among his companions.
A student with triangle eyes cast a fierce glance towards the crowd of onlookers.
“Fighting Club dispute, bystanders, clear out!”
At his shout, the dozen or so members with fierce auras aggressively spread out, pushing the crowd aside, then encircled Mu Fan.
A boy who had been watching the excitement muttered under his breath, “This is going to be a big deal.”
Some people began to run desperately outward.
…
In just a short while, messages started to spread rapidly among the other clubs.
“It’s started, they’re fighting! A group of senior members from the Fighting Club are actually fighting with a freshman from the Swordsmanship Club, the scene is so damn thrilling!”
“Big news, hurry to watch the Swordsmanship Club, this year’s coolest club!”
“Quickly go see how the newbie kills himself off, one person takes on over a dozen senior members of the Fighting Club, freaking amazing.”
“Did you hear? Something fun happened at the Swordsmanship Club recruitment.”
These messages especially spread quickly among the big clubs.
Time Square is vast, but the speed of message transmission wasn’t slowed down by this at all.
Some senior members who were already bored with the recruitment perked up upon hearing this news.
There’s fun to watch!
At the Student Council, Youshi Wang, who had been busy, suddenly looked up, shocked, “Rong Cheng started a fight in front of the Sword Dao Club!?”
Youshi Wang hurried out of the Student Council office with two members.
…
“What, our Fighting Club members got beaten?”
“Damn, it’s recruitment day, and someone dared to mess with us. Those Mecha Club guys wouldn’t dare come to the Fighting Club without their mechas, right?”
“Who’s so blind!”
“Sorry, dear students, we need to handle something first.”
…
A student ran hurriedly and panted as he stood beside a young man.
Those purple pupils seemed like they could pierce his soul.
“Boss! There’s trouble with our club today, someone’s fighting with our people.”
Slowly fitting the Finger Tiger onto his fingers, the young man with the intimidating aura and purple pupils quietly said,
“Let’s go have a look.”
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PS: (Dear readers, I’m really sorry, my wife fell ill today, I went out during the day and when I came back at night, I had to cook, delaying the update until so late. Now my wife and baby are asleep, and I’m typing away desperately.)