Chapter 922: Chapter 695: Worthless
This voice was piercing, yet not frivolous.
The mature tone carried a faint sarcasm, and one could directly tell that the speaker was definitely not in their twenties.
The crowd turned to look in the direction of the voice.
A red high-collared trench coat that hung down to the knees, embellished with rows of brass-glowing metal buttons.
Two arms hung at his sides, and his hands were covered by black leather gloves.
Beneath the gray-white buzz cut was a rugged face chiseled like a stone, though the eyes, which best expressed vigor and spirit, were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
He walked with a tiger-like stride, half a head shorter than Boat, and was a bit leaner in build.
Yet, to ordinary people, he was a man standing nearly 190 centimeters tall, exuding a sense of power with every move!
When he appeared, the natural aura radiating from his body compelled people to step back involuntarily.
However, there was an exception, and that was Scott, the accompanying leader of Dawn Academy!
Blood veins suddenly appeared in his eyes, not out of fear or anger but excitement!
It was the expression of a drowning person seeing a glimmer of hope for rescue.
Mu Fan naturally glanced back with indifference.
When this mysterious man noticed Mu Fan’s gaze, he snorted lightly through his nose.
“Encountering students who can’t even make it to Dawn’s second line, what do you have to be proud of?”
“Speak according to your status, so… you’d better take it back.”
The sarcastic tone caused the faces of Dawn Academy’s students to change drastically, yet they dared not utter a word.
Because the depths of their pupils revealed intense apprehension.
Mu Fan’s gaze also sharpened instantly.
With every step the man took, a footprint about one centimeter deep appeared on the stone slabs beneath him.
There was none of the earth-shattering commotion or destructive effects from Mu Fan’s previous fight, no stone chips flying, only these clear… footprints.
It was precisely these silently imprinted footprints that further showcased the strength of this gray-haired man!
The excited Scott’s face was as flushed as a drunken man, wanting to move forward to speak but not daring to step forth.
The real voice of authority in the exchange group’s dark line… Scythe.
Just one word.
A word filled with a bloody presence.
Yet he was the true powerhouse within the Nightfall Teaching Group!
The secret teaching team within the glow of Dawn Academy, a legendary group known to very few!
Now, they appeared suddenly.
On the red trench coat collar, a scythe embroidered with gold thread!
Scott held his fists tightly, feeling his heart beat uncontrollably with excitement.
Since Lord Scythe appeared, then all the remaining pieces would be… harvested.
With a gleeful gaze, Scott looked at Mu Fan, unable to suppress a cold smile.
As for the latter, upon hearing Scythe’s words, he merely…
Raised an eyebrow.
Mu Fan slightly raised his chin, looking on with his habitual indifferent gaze, his lips curling into an equally cold retort.
“The words I speak have a few characteristics.”
The dark eyes held a calmness and a burgeoning strong fighting spirit!
“I don’t take them back.”
Three words expelled from thin lips.
“I don’t regret.”
Again, three simple words.
“I don’t leave them void.”
Three sentences, nine words, carrying an extreme confidence that instantly snatched back the previously suppressed momentum.
And once again, his edge showed brilliantly!
“Oh?”
Scythe slowly lifted his right hand, gently removing the sunglasses from his nose, revealing a pair of green eyes reminiscent of a ferocious wolf.
Those eyes alone, just by looking, seemed to have a captivating effect.
“Then I’ll make you take them back.”
In a slightly hoarse yet magnetic voice, Scythe introduced himself.
Yet his eyes, with their green glow, began to emit a chilling aura.
“If you say no… then in five seconds, I’ll hang you on that tree and let Dingchuan Academy make you famous.”
His right hand lifted, and the black leather glove extended an index finger, pointing toward that enormous osmanthus tree, delineated by Boat’s crash and penetrated by Mu Fan’s punch.
Behind the indifferent tone lay an extreme confidence, as if Scythe was speaking to an ant.
“Mu Fan! Do you realize what predicament your selfish actions have placed the academy in?”
At this moment, Zhang Shaotang stepped forward, having been suppressing his anger all along.
“You had your fight; aren’t you done yet!? Today, the academy was hosting foreign exchange students; your disruption should have a limit.” In a somber tone, Zhang Shaotang spoke each word clearly: “Take back what you just said, apologize to those you’ve hurt, and I can pretend none of this happened.”
A light breeze swept through, leaving the ninth corridor in silence.
Those watching this scene unfold online were also in deep thought.
Everyone’s gaze fell upon Mu Fan at this moment.
…
“I did it, so what?”
…
A calm rebuttal, like a spark, instantly ignited a prairie fire.
Mu Fan spoke softly, his chin tilting slightly, his eyes shifting.
“Zhang Shaotang, the glory of Ding Chuan is not begged for; it’s fought for… with fists.”
The last four words were spoken simply, yet they blasted into everyone’s hearts like a cannonball.
A freshman, yet with such a thunderous voice, awakening countless souls like a bolt of lightning.
After he spoke, Mu Fan once again focused his gaze on the composed Scythe.
Paying Zhang Shaotang no further attention.
Despite the increasingly potent sense of danger emanating from the other, he would not retreat even half a step at this moment.
Once said, words cannot be taken back!
If he backed down today, his spine would be bent.
He was Mu Fan, from birth until now, not pleading to the heavens or the earth, surviving to this day from deadlocked situations.
“The honor of my tribe is only in going forward without retreat.”
Silently repeating this phrase in his mind, the blood hue in Mu Fan’s eyes intensified.
The Shura clan would never retreat even half a step in the face of battle.
Crossing his arms in front of him, muscles tensed, sending a shiver through his frame.
Sweat scattered into mist immediately.
There was no sorrow or joy in Mu Fan’s eyes, only the piercing battle spirit rising like a blade.
His arms jerked back, fingers clenching into fists.
Veins surfaced on his arms, snaking to the backs of his hands.
His fists faced forward!
“Very good.”
“Let me introduce myself, I’m Scythe, not just a regular student, nor an instructor… I come from Dawn.”
With these words, the hand wrapped in a black leather glove flicked lightly.
His sunglasses traced a parabola through the air, heading towards Mu Fan.
This action wasn’t fast, and the flying speed of the sunglasses wasn’t fast either.
This gave people enough time to see it clearly and plenty of time to think…
Why were these sunglasses thrown? Where would this gray-haired man’s attack be?
But when the sunglasses reached mid-air, all speculation found its answer.
And it was an answer far beyond their visual limits!
One foot stomped on the ground.
The red trench coat whipped up high.
Over a dozen afterimages instantly spread out in the air!
Moving faster than expected, swiftly passing by the sunglasses.
A massive arc of red-scored scythe blade appeared in the air!
It was the outstretched arm from under the red trench coat wielding the scythe!
And in front of that scythe was Mu Fan, whose eyes were beginning to turn blood-red.
Boom.
The resounding explosion vibrated through the air, penetrated the ground, traveling across surfaces and trees into the distance.
Leaves rained down like a shower in this corridor.
Amidst this rain of leaves…
A gigantic burly silhouette, unexpectedly appeared in front of Mu Fan!
“You goddamn…”
“Are you even worthy?”
A voice filled with murderous intent, like a mountain collapse.