Chapter 924: Chapter 697: Promising Future!
With Mu Fan’s extreme vision, he could vaguely see, amidst the towering giant dust cloud, on Scythe’s body…
A layer of flames instantly surged up!
A layer of distorted high-temperature flames that scorched the air.
In an instant, the surrounding crowd felt a surge of intense heat wave approaching.
Yet, amidst the tiger roar, Ruan Xiongfei’s last afterimage froze!
A giant palm, like the claw of a T-Rex, carrying four strong white airflows, broke through that high-temperature flame.
Directly clamping onto Scythe’s burning meteor-like super heavy punch.
Bang!
Amidst the shattered stone dust and flying sparks…
Scythe’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Ruan Xiongfei still had that iconic fierce grin on his face.
The extremely high-temperature flame spread along the fist edge to Ruan Xiongfei’s right hand.
Then this big bald head grinned, revealing a big set of white teeth.
His right palm fiercely twisted!
Thud!
The air around this bald man shockingly exploded into a complete human-shaped airwave!
The palm seemed to blast out an air cannon.
The flames that spread upwards were forcibly extinguished!
Crunch.
Ruan Xiongfei locked Scythe’s fist completely, then his left foot heavily stepped back, his body tilted instantly.
The arm between them stood straight like a steel cable.
Ruan Xiongfei’s bear-like waist sharply twisted, the muscles harboring unknown power erupted instantaneously.
A passionate and fierce whirlwind suddenly whipped up at the center of everyone’s vision!
In an instant, it swept upwards.
Scythe, with gray-white hair, couldn’t utter a single word before Ruan Xiongfei swung him up with one hand!
Then, in a swift stepping motion, he released him with a loud crash.
In the blink of an eye, a red meteor broke through the whirlwind with a sound of tearing air, slinging towards the side.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With three consecutive loud explosive sounds, at the edge of the two giant laurels appeared a charred humanoid silhouette, and at the farthest end of the view, a blood-covered figure was embedded in the giant corundum rock used for display…
No sparks, just wisps of blue smoke.
“Did he, did he just throw someone out?”
A student tens of meters away quivered as he spoke, a large bald fat guy beside him glaring blankly at his companion, “What else? Did he jump out himself?”
The whirlwind appeared violently and suddenly, disappearing just as abruptly.
Almost simultaneously vanished at the moment of release.
Thus, what remained for Ruan Xiongfei was to watch with an artistic eye as the figure embedded into the corundum rock.
“You are the first warrior in a hundred years to imprint your entire figure on Ding Chuan’s corridor.”
After speaking, feeling deeply moved, he extended his hands amid the eyes of thousands inside and outside the network…
Clap, clap, clap!
Light applause sounded.
At the far end of the view, Scythe, embedded in the corundum rock, spat out a mouthful of blood mist.
His face was ashen.
This enormous humiliation far exceeded the pain in the body.
He had been eternally nailed onto history’s pillar of disgrace.
Now, the only part he could move was his lips.
The thunderous strength from the opponent’s palm entered like a storm, yet as fine as a hair.
Every supportive bone in his hands and feet had been carefully attended to, cracking just right, breaking perfectly.
This rogue-tinged bald man used thunderous prowess to let him taste what despair meant.
Ruan Xiongfei scratched his chin, looking towards… Dawn’s leader Scott, his right thumb casually pointed to the human-shaped silhouette over there.
“Is this what Zhou Yang and the Nine Hundred Heroes taught you?”
Scott was gasping like an oxygen-deprived frog.
The shock in his heart couldn’t be overemphasized. Even the barely alive Scythe, upon hearing a certain name, unexpectedly blazed with fury and terror in his eyes, then stared horrified at the burly bald man.
The name Nine Hundred Heroes was not unfamiliar to anyone who knew Dawn, for this man represented Dawn’s strongest physical prowess and proved to the world what a human-shaped nuclear bomb was.
And the rarely known forbidden name of Zhou Yang has never been leaked outside the Tutor Team.
The white-haired man, who had a real name but always stubbornly insisted on being called by another name…
Possessing terrifying strength that even the Nine Hundred Heroes deeply feared.
“As long as there’s even one bone intact on him, don’t try to get close.”
This saying circulated quietly among the tutors at Dawn.
And now, this bald guy from Ding Chuan actually just announced it…
“You, you actually know Instructor Kevin!?” Sweat dripped in large beads from Scott’s forehead as he stammered, all his demeanor and momentum gone.
“No shit, I’ve been fighting with him for ten years, and now you’re asking me this… Are you insulting my intelligence?”
Ruan Xiongfei shot him a fierce glare, making Scott shiver inside, feeling drenched in sweat.
However, under that ancient T-Rex-like gaze, he didn’t even dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead and only softly replied respectfully:
“Instructor Kevin left three years ago, and where he went is beyond the knowledge of someone at my level.”
“Tsk… So you’re saying that now Dawn only has the Nine Hundred Heroes?” Ruan Xiongfei squinted and scratched his chin, his eyes lighting up.
“Y-yes.” Scott had completely lowered his head, not reacting to what Ruan Xiongfei wanted to say.
“Hahaha! So that means I can come to Dawn and stir things up?”
“Let that self-proclaimed wise fool of the Nine Hundred Heroes see how powerful my direct disciple is!”
“Hahaha, hahaha!”
Amidst the thunderous laughter, laurel leaves fluttered down.
Yet they strangely avoided Ruan Xiongfei, forming a singular vacuum around him.
Hearing this bald man’s ruffian laughter, Scott was almost terrified out of his wits.
Who is this bald guy to dare call the Nine Hundred Heroes a fool!
“May I ask, esteemed powerhouse, who exactly are you?”
“You really don’t recognize me?” Ruan Xiongfei looked somewhat melancholic at Mu Fan, sighed as he saw the perplexing look in Mu Fan’s eyes, and rubbed the top of his head.
“Ruan Xiongfei’s name seems to be too low-key… just like my low-profile personality.”
[Ruan, Xiong, Fei]!
As those three words were spoken, Scott and the leaders of the other three major academies froze, as if a shared memory had been triggered.
“…Thunderbolt Fighting God!?”
Scott of Dawn Academy was the first to react, horrified inside, unable to conceal his shock on his face.
Mu Fan, on the other hand, scanned them with a confused look.
Isn’t this title supposed to belong to Thunderhawk?
Having glimpsed a mere fragment of the Federation’s true strength, Mu Fan didn’t think an S-grade mecha would cause such a reaction.
So this title actually refers to… a person?
With the surprising realization of the truth, Mu Fan’s gaze happened to meet Ruan Xiongfei’s.
And then Mu Fan saw the old rascal burst into triumphant laughter.
“More famous than I thought.”
The group of leaders forced a smile with worsened expressions, almost driven insane by Ruan Xiongfei’s genuine character, yet dared not voice a single complaint.
As they laughed, Ruan Xiongfei’s expression turned cold, his dead-fish eyes sweeping over the group before him.
“Now that the laughter is over, take your people… and scram.”
A thick finger pointed to the scythe in the distance.
“In Ding Chuan, student skirmishes won’t be dealt with. But remember, don’t bully the weak.”
The finger waved gently in front of them.
The group of leaders nodded stiffly in response.
Only now did the nurses hurriedly rush forward, attempting to extricate Scythe from the corundum rock.
Then Ruan Xiongfei’s face, mingling menace and mischief, immediately changed, grinning like a wrinkled bellflower at Mu Fan, clapping his hands loudly with an earth-shattering sound.
“Hahaha, dear disciple, this cheap teacher came just in time!”
Seeing the slightly embarrassed expression on Mu Fan’s face, he became anxious and instinctively wanted to change the subject.
So, noticing two young girls nearby as beautiful as flowers, whose worried and caring gazes seemed only on his dear disciple.
Then suddenly, a realization hit him!
Clapped his hands, “Good lad, truly a disciple of Ruan Xiongfei.”
“Found not just one but two girlfriends, such excellent taste!”
“These two girls are truly stunning.”
“Promising!”
“Your master thinks highly of you.”
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