Piercing sword light, icy killing intent.
Mu Fan, who had just normally begun to open a door, didn't expect to be attacked the moment he entered.
The sword light did not hold back at all as it chopped down towards his head; at that moment, the crisis of death enveloped his entire body.
Mu Fan's brain operated at high speed in that instant, Ghost Energy instantly shrouded his body, and his stepping motion abruptly ceased.
His whole body went from motion to stillness, as if shattered pixels were instantly reassembled; his upper body's bones displaced and he abruptly moved back ten centimeters, then the sword light slashed down in front of his eyes.
But passively receiving an attack had never been Mu Fan's style; his hanging right hand's two fingers came together, and in the moment Ghost Energy covered his palm, his fingers became as tough as fine steel and shot out like lightning.
Ding!
The back of his fingers struck heavily against the blunt side of the sword, and the long sword slashing in mid-air was instantly deflected.
Then, Mu Fan's gaze turned cold as he looked ahead, only to see Lu Qingxue at that moment in a pure white swordsman's clothes, her long sword touching the ground, her beautiful eyes cold and lonely as ice and snow, shimmering with peculiar colors.
"Senior Sister, what does this mean?" As the Ghost Energy faded, Mu Fan asked coldly.
The attack had clearly been lethal; if he had not dodged quickly, that sword light would have certainly beheaded him.
However, when Lu Qingxue heard Mu Fan's words, she didn't answer but stood her long sword vertically in front of her before casually slashing toward the side.
The moment before the sword was about to hit the wooden post, the tip of the sword bizarrely bent against the laws of physics, a reverse wave traveling from the tip to the hilt—the wrist flickered slightly, and the long sword became several centimeters shorter, drawing an irregular circle with the shoulder as the center.
The long sword hadn't touched the wooden post in the slightest.
This was Lu Qingxue's way of telling Mu Fuan that the sword she had just wielded was under her control and couldn't have reached the top of his head.
"Does that move have a name?"
Seeing Lu Qingxue's explanation, the coldness in Mu Fan's eyes faded, and he nodded slightly, "Extreme Nine Forms."
That was the official name, but he hadn't trained his body instinctively to the state of the Flying Dragon members' Extreme Nine Forms; he truly relied on the Ghost Energy Martial Arts, the Six Forms · Soft Body.
"I can now confirm that your fighting skills have improved significantly."
Lu Qingxue nodded in approval, but Mu Fan always felt that the frosty beauty left something unsaid, though upon closer thought, he found no clue.
"Yeah, the epiphany of mindset greatly enhances skills, and it was also a stroke of fortune. But Senior Sister, is this test really necessary?" Mu Fan was still uncomfortable with being suddenly attacked by the cold Lu Qingxue.
"It is necessary. I am worried that this afternoon's gathering may not be very friendly." Lu Qingxue nodded seriously, her expression grave.
This made Mu Fan's heart waver—he knew it wouldn't be a benign banquet.
However, without hesitating for two seconds, he decided he would go.
Eight Molten Magma Fruits, which he currently couldn't exchange for credits, so he could only obtain them through this simple way.
"Can I fight back?"
After fully confirming his thoughts, Mu Fan raised his question.
"You can."
"Then there's no problem."
Lu Qingxue could do this, but that did not mean others could. Since she had already said it was possible, he hoped no one would be blind enough to stir trouble at the time.
"Your Body Techniques are very strange and very powerful, so in this upcoming battle, I hope you go all out. If you defeat me, I can give you ten fruits!"
Lu Qingxue's words made Mu Fan's eyes light up.
"Okay!"
As Mu Fan's answer rang out, the mechanical sounds of closure clicked around them, then the corridor connecting the President's Office to the first training ground opened.
Her figure ethereal and swaying, Lu Qingxue, in a white outfit, walked into the training ground first. She casually placed the long sword on the weapon rack then with a flick of her fingers, she drew a light gray sheathed long sword.
Shing...
The bright blade shimmered like the moon reflected on a clear spring, casting a glimmer of moonlight, keeping it cold and clear.
"One of my official battle swords—Moonlight."
She adopted a bow stance, sword tip forward, both hands gripping the hilt beside her left cheek.
At that moment, Lu Qingxue's aura became sharp and penetrating, and she seemed to merge with the Moonlight long sword, like an ancient sword finally emerging from an iceberg.
Mu Fan's gaze grew serious, as his aura, unlike his usual sharpness, started to solidify and compress.
His gaze shifted sideways.
A Folding Stick was conspicuously placed on the weapon rack.
This weapon seemed to be prepared especially for him; naturally, he didn't consider the other options and pulled out the Folding Stick, straightening it with a light twist.
His right hand slowly came up to his eye level, the Folding Stick held horizontally between them, Mu Fan's toes lightly grinding the ground.
"Please enlighten me."
With a tremble beneath his feet, the battle kicked off directly—Mu Fan used his strongest Body Techniques right from the start.
Six Forms—Charging Step!
This time, Mu Fan's speed was stronger than any Lu Qingxue had seen before.
Since Lu Qingxue had already come into contact with some of the true facts, there was no need for Mu Fan to deliberately hide his strength in front of her.
Moreover, winning would mean obtaining ten fruits!
What Mu Fan didn't notice was that, as the Ghost Energy aura emerged again, Lu Qingxue's eyes finally showed a completely affirmed light, and then she advanced instead of retreating.
The long sword in her hand stabbed out with a thousand streaks of radiance in an instant.
And this time, Mu Fan did not use the Thousand Fierce Rain as usual but raised the Folding Stick spinning in his hand into a phantom high above and, with one charging step from Mu Fan, the stick violently slammed down, bearing a chillingly heavy pressure.
Boom!
Moonlight gracefully retreated, the spinning Folding Stick heavily smashed onto the ground, and it felt as if the training area, completely wrapped in heavy steel plates, trembled simultaneously.
However, the instant the strike missed its target, Mu Fan managed to leverage his powerful strength to reverse the forward momentum caused by his body's inertia, and then his whole body shot out like a cannonball compressed to its limit for a second launch.
Inhuman strength combined with inhuman speed.
At this moment, Mu Fan finally unleashed an inconceivably powerful attack capability.
It was not until then that Lu Qingxue truly realized just how turbulent Mu Fan's strength was!
She didn't know that when Mu Fan had activated the Core Consciousness Box in the Shura Mecha, he had briefly possessed the power level of 30, a feeling of strength powerful enough to pierce through steel. Although it did not permanently stay, it gave Mu Fan a direction in the path of harnessing tremendous power.
The rumbling sound was ultimately not absorbed by the thick composite walls.
The students practicing outside couldn't help but stop, as the deep and surging sense of shock from the first training area was too intense!
Bing Su, who had beaten four students until their noses were blue and their faces swollen, stopped her hand at this moment. Was this commotion caused by Mu Fan?
For some reason, Bing Su suddenly started worrying about Sister Xue, whom she regarded as invincible in her mind.
As for the four unfortunate students who wanted to cry but had no tears, Bing Su subconsciously forgot about them.
Eventually, after five minutes, the intense shock finally disappeared.
Inside the training area, the inner field covered with steel plates was now riddled with sword marks, each trace deeply imprinted.
All of this was caused by the president of the Swordsmanship Club, Lu Qingxue; however, the ice-cold Swordsmanship Goddess now had a Folding Stick pressed heavily against her ear.
And there was Mu Fan, holding the folded pipe with one hand, looming in front of Lu Qingxue.
To young lovers in romance, this posture would have been the perfect wall-slamming pose.
However, only the parties involved knew what tremendous force this posture concealed!
The end of the Folding Stick was completely sunk into the steel.
Under her wide white Swordsman's clothes, Lu Qingxue's right hand holding the sword hilt was trembling slightly.
She probably had to completely overturn her previous assessment of Mu Fan's strength.
Because she had lost this battle.
"I lost…"
The cold Swordsmanship Goddess, finally in front of Mu Fan, officially lowered her lofty and elegant face.
The unnatural smoothness on her arm disappeared, and as the Ghost Energy subsided, Mu Fan also deactivated the Six Forms Steel Stance.
This battle had also confirmed for him that his Fighting Skill had indeed improved greatly.
For having experienced the state of Void Enlightenment and entered the God of Killing State, which merged into the shadows, Mu Fan's understanding of strength and speed far surpassed his past self.
This led to a swift conclusion to the battle!
"Senior Sister is very strong, it's just that I have been continuously improving," Mu Fan loosened the Folding Stick firmly embedded in the wall of steel.
From this angle, Mu Fan did not see any unwillingness or loss in the cold woman's eyes but rather an appreciation?
"Very well, I no longer have any doubts about my decision. Now, go to that room and change your clothes, then come out with me," said Lu Qingxue, casually pointing to the president's office that belonged to her alone.
"Is this appropriate?"
After saying this, Mu Fan felt that he had spoken out of turn, but Lu Qingxue's ears turned slightly red, and she nodded.
"Please wait for me outside after you've changed."
Moments later, when Mu Fan, dressed in formal attire, and Lu Qingxue, whose beautiful figure was unmistakably accentuated by a white trench coat, appeared side by side, the entire hall's students were stunned.
What exactly had the two of them been doing inside?
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