Chapter 916: Chapter 689: The Chasm Between Us
Youshi Wang possesses a Level 14 physique, Bing Su Level 15, yet at this moment, both only felt a wild gust of air instantly surge before their eyes.
A violent and savage afterimage flashed past in an instant.
Spencer’s pupils contracted, his fists twisted fiercely at his waist, and in an instant, punched out.
Boom!
Those around only felt a massive compressed air bubble suddenly burst, making their clothes billow.
It was as if a mammoth stomped onto the ground in an instant.
Yet Spencer, this exchange student who had always carried a relaxed demeanor, at this moment, opened his eyes in fury.
The power of Level 23 seemed to hit a massive iron wall.
That hard touch, with nearly a hundred percent intense recoil, sent him soaring into the air momentarily when his fists clashed against the opponent’s.
His feet hit the ground, causing it to instantly cave in, then uncontrollably retreat six steps.
Still maintaining a bent-over punching stance, Mu Fan slowly stood up, looked at the other’s angry and shocked face, and gently twisted his neck.
The crackling sound of bones resonated audibly in this area.
While the muscle of his right arm, covered under the sleeve, had long since… hardened like iron.
Besides him, whether it was the serene and elegant Youshi Wang, or the noble-looking Bing Su, they were both stunned and covered their mouths in shock.
The power Mu Fan showcased far exceeded their expectations.
Just one punch.
On the ground before their eyes, there appeared a series of six retreating footprints.
What kind of power is this!
…
Meanwhile, on the academy’s intranet that inexplicably switched to a live broadcast, an explosion of reactions ensued.
“Holy crap, this is so insane!”
“Damn, I like this network hack; is this a live broadcast of real fighting? This is gonna blow up, dude!”
“Why do those two beauties look so familiar? Youshi Wang, Bing Su! Is someone fighting over them?”
“Who is this guy throwing punches; look at the floor of Corridor Nine, is that not special effects!”
“Though it interrupted my study, can I just say this is thrilling…”
Naturally, some were annoyed their screen had changed, only to find it was forcibly locked onto this scene, ultimately resigned to watching the live broadcast.
…
Tens of thousands of students forcibly switched to the intranet, their emotions instantly alight.
In the already chilly weather, it was like igniting an incendiary bomb.
That restless temperament instantly heated up!
In Corridor Nine, after a moment of silence, an earth-shattering cheer erupted.
“Great!”
Mu Fan sensed the strong force from the other side, Level 23… almost the same as his regular strength.
Yet, he had the additional capability to enhance his strength comprehensively… Ghost Energy.
This discrepancy, at this moment, was like a chasm.
Mu Fan’s hands hung loosely by his sides, calmly observing the short rascal on the other side, eyes filled with cautiousness and a hint of wild fierceness.
“Come on, where’s your courage when bullying women?”
Upon hearing this, apart from Spencer, everyone behind him from Dawn Academy instantly looked extremely displeased.
That calm demeanor was like a sated lion looking indifferently at a rabbit.
The blond, charming Groote now turned his gaze to Dongye Fei beside him, whose bright eyes were fixated on Mu Fan.
Color rushed to Spencer’s face, and he spread his arms wide.
His eyes, exuding evil vibes, looked at Mu Fan, coldly laughing: “Who gave you the confidence to talk to me like this? You think you’ve got me figured out!”
With that, thin blood lines appeared on Spencer’s face.
Groote beside him, startled, leapt toward Dongye Fei in a hurry.
“Spencer’s going crazy here, who’s going to stop him!? We’re here for an exchange, not to kill!”
When those blood lines appeared on his face, it was Spencer’s sign of fury.
It meant a frenzied attack, like a curtain of rain, was about to commence.
His most formidable was indeed… his leg technique!
With feet slightly parted, Spencer cast a sidelong glance at Mu Fan with the whites of his eyes, then licked the corner of his mouth with a scarlet tongue.
His fists suddenly crossed downward, causing the clothes on his back to billow.
Their bodies visibly swelled by a notch.
On the previously slender neck, blocks of muscle now stood out.
“What is this, a transformation?”
“This is cheating, damn.”
Almost 360-degree surveillance transmitted this scene clearly to the students.
“Wearing Dawn Academy’s uniform, are Dawn people all such freaks?”
What none observed was the blood lines on his face extending to his body, eventually covering his legs!
Spencer suddenly crisscrossed his feet, and within moments, turned into a blur.
Thunk…
Like a hammer striking a bronze bell, with a burst of stone fragments beneath his feet, Spencer’s whole being catapulted into the air, vanishing into the canopy.
Afterimages interlaced among the treetops, countless green leaves floated down.
“Where did he go?”
“So fast!”
The outwardly simple-minded Boat, displeased, muttered: “This is his killer move, Vulture Claw Spiral, why let him use it and not let me make a move.”
Most noticed the missing shorty.
Yet some powerful individuals focused on Mu Fan!
“Heh.”
A chuckle at the nostrils, the frigid Ghost Energy surged from the heart to the limbs and bones in an instant.
212 paths exuding a black aura quietly surfaced within his body.
Mu Fan’s arms slightly tensed, his aura suddenly resembling a sturdy old pine, with rare steadiness.
Then, a hawk-like shriek suddenly emitted overhead.
Amidst the showering green leaves.
A figure, swirling violently, abruptly descended from above.
Spencer’s entire body had wholly turned into a massive drill, his feet were the drill’s tip, descending from the sky with an unavoidable stance, targeting directly at Mu Fan’s head.
This sudden change stunned all onlookers.
But not Mu Fan.
Mu Fan didn’t even lift his head; in that moment, after a rather covert but high-frequency vibration of his body, he lightly stepped back.
An afterimage left in place was instantly pierced through by Spencer.
The ground suddenly shattered.
Then, in this moment of crossing, Mu Fan nonchalantly looked at the black shadow ahead, his right arm like a folding knife, suddenly flicking forward without warning.
Spencer, whose gaze just locked with Mu Fan’s, as if hit hard, had his eyes instantly bloodshot.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bone breaking echoed clearly.
Before anyone processed it, a figure was flung out sideways like a baseball.
Six Forms—Cutting!
Mu Fan’s eyes moved slightly, watching the opponent fly off, a cold smile appearing on his face, a fierce aura rising within him.
The icy Ghost Energy swiftly flowed from heart to legs, visual waves rippling from thighs down to calves, feet.
A seemingly light step stomped on the ground.
Boom!
A large footprint imprinted on the ground, countless stones burst out.
Mu Fan’s silhouette vanished from the spot in an instant, at this moment.
“Heavens…”
“So fast…”
These two phrases had just surfaced in the minds of the spectators, and the next second, a scene that skyrocketed everyone’s adrenaline suddenly unfolded.
Like a dagger piercing a black curtain, unyielding and unrestrained.
A pale, slender palm abruptly appeared behind Spencer’s projectile form!
Then the afterimage faded, the illusion solidified.
Mu Fan’s entire being fully materialized.
His right hand rested on the other’s nape, gripping firmly.
In an instant, the two rapidly retreating figures froze within the crowd’s sight.
His upper arm muscles suddenly bulged, with Mu Fan calmly gazing at the back of the other’s head.
He lifted the shorty above, and then…
Transforming the claw into a palm, he seized the top of Spencer’s head with the entire hand.
And slammed him forcefully down!
Boom!
A massive cloud of dust mixed with debris erupted from underfoot.