Chapter 925: Chapter 698: From Now On, Shining Atop the Mountains
Amidst Ruan Xiongfei’s hearty laughter…
The scene suddenly went cold.
Mu Fan’s cheeks twitched uncontrollably, while Youshi Wang and Bing Su, the two beauties, blushed so deeply that it seemed like their cheeks might start dripping blood.
Youshi Wang, with her gentle nature, could only bite her lip repeatedly, wanting to speak but not knowing where to start, to the point where her eyes were misty with anxiety.
On the other hand, Bing Su, with her straightforward character, looked at Mu Fan beside her with embarrassment and anger.
“You big bald head, stop acting like an old man without respect, it’s not okay to make up ranks!”
In her shame and anger, Bing Su’s face became even more charming and vibrant, like a little female leopard in a fury.
Ruan Xiongfei showed not the slightest bit of superiority towards his students, and even in the face of Bing Su’s questioning, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
Hearing Bing Su’s questioning, the bald man played dumb so naturally it was impeccable.
He just chuckled foolishly.
He didn’t show the slightest demeanor of a strongman.
It only made Bing Su grind her teeth in frustration!
Bald Ruan scratched his chin with his thick fingers, dismissive of Bing Su’s sharp questioning in his heart.
This little girl, the look in her eyes when she glanced at Mu Fan’s back was frighteningly bright, tsk tsk.
Ruan Xiongfei’s judgment always boiled down to three words—
Stable, Accurate, Fierce!
From Scoundrel Soldier Ruan’s experience, women, well, they admire strong men.
This little girl probably couldn’t put on a brave face.
So…
As long as Mu Fan is interested, it’s only a matter of time.
At this age, he’s never seen another student as impressive as Mu Fan.
A man should embody the image of a man!
Mu Fan, with his decisive nature, acts instantly without talking nonsense… It’s right up his alley!
Back then, wasn’t the proud military flower, the Female Tyrannosaurus, someone he snatched away himself?
These two girls are good-looking, and from this stance, they aren’t just delicate princesses either.
Not bad! Not bad!
What he chooses can’t be wrong.
This dramatically intense inner monologue was truly unheard by anyone, yet Ruan Xiongfei was already deeply immersed in his Ruan-style analysis, unable to extricate himself.
“Aren’t you guys keen on whatever free love thing? I don’t care, rest assured!” After saying that, the big bald head couldn’t help but add, “When you girls search for a mate, look for a reliable one. Look at those face-floppers just knocked down by Mu Fan, can one feel safe being with them?”
This conclusion made the Dawn students, who were just about to leave, almost spit blood internally.
They first glared at Ruan Xiongfei with angry eyes, then swallowed their resentment with gritted teeth.
Your fists are big, you’re awesome.
Darn it, we endured.
Face-flopper is face-flopper then.
Indeed, now people are divided into cliques, and masters and apprentices seem to be cut from the same mold.
The surrounding Ding Chuan students widened their mouths, dumbfounded by the scene, their previously resilient hearts completely shattering at this moment.
And then, regardless of the surroundings or online spectators, a fury instantly raged in their hearts.
How could this old rogue mess up the romantic scenes!
Just because that tyrant is your student, you can so blatantly incite hatred?
If you’re matchmaking, can you please not involve their goddess!
If only born twenty years earlier, they’d surely go and PK with this bald guy in real life.
Mu Fan watched this scene helplessly and amusedly, especially seeing Bing Su, usually sharp-tongued, left speechless in front of Ruan Xiongfei, eventually only able to stomp her foot in anger.
Seeing this, there’s always an inexplicable… hilarity.
“Teacher, please stop talking, I just happened to stumble upon this…” Mu Fan took a deep breath, stepping forward, realizing that things might crumble under Ruan Xiongfei’s antics, he had to rescue himself, or else Nuonuo would find out.
He’d certainly get no good result.
Ruan Xiongfei’s face paused momentarily in his concealed joy, then looked at Mu Fan expressionlessly, until he made the latter uncomfortable with his gaze, finally nodding with feigned authority.
Then regretfully looking at Bing Su, who was almost unable to refrain from drawing her sword, and Youshi Wang standing beside him with embarrassed and angry eyes.
He silently mouthed a sentence that was clear enough for anyone not blind to see.
[Gotta hurry up…]
This old rogue!
With this bald man’s interruption, the previously tension-filled scene instantly became cheerful.
At this time, Mu Fan stepped forward, walking towards Youshi Wang and Bing Su, drawing all eyes in the scene onto him simultaneously.
People wouldn’t forget that just moments ago, this young man, with a tyrant posture, mercilessly suppressed the scene.
“Senior Sister Youshi.”
“Senior Sister Bing Su.”
Mu Fan nodded slightly, at this moment exuding a subtle confidence grounded in strength, paired with a body covered in bruises from battles that were glaringly obvious.
Almost instantly, he attracted everyone’s attention!
“If there are any follow-up repercussions from today’s incident, I will assume full responsibility.”
The forthright language showed not a hint of hesitation.
This attitude of taking full responsibility didn’t mean much to the boys, but for the observing girls, it instantly attracted a wave of admiration.
“My teacher is here; if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”
Youshi Wang’s eyes, gentle as autumn water, gazed at Mu Fan, and this junior’s demeanor indeed equaled her brother’s at this moment. That faint arrogance overlapped to some extent, and in her heart—even if slightly unwilling to admit it—she had no choice but to acknowledge…
Mu Fan’s revealing demeanor seemed to surpass Youshi Jun; that body covered with knife scars and claw marks had left too strong an impression on her.
As for Bing Su, she just stared at Mu Fan with her phoenix eyes tinged with red.
Upon hearing Mu Fan’s words, she pursed her lips and looked towards Mu Fan.
“Thank you.”
Three words, packed with too many meanings.
He did not let her self-esteem be trampled, did not let Ding Chuan’s honor be thrown away from the Swordsmanship Club, did not let her lose that precious Swordsmanship Heart.
Seeing Mu Fan smile and nod, Bing Su raised her white and slightly flushed face, with a few strands of hair playfully stuck to her youthful skin by sweat.
“Mu Fan, will there be a day when the broken sword is reforged, right?”
The determination and courage in the girl’s heart, and that never-lost vitality, instantly made people feel the spirited Bing Su had returned.
Mu Fan looked at the tall girl with an aura across his gaze, then glanced at Ruan Xiongfei smiling without a sound on the other side.
With an uncommonly assured attitude, he nodded.
“For sure.”
Bing Su took a deep look at this sharply defined young man, her eyes sparkling with luster.
Perhaps this figure, in the short or even longer future, would be hard to forget.
Mu Fan nodded and looked towards the flexible weighted clothing placed on the ground.
Bending down, he hooked it with a finger and slung it over his shoulder.
Then he walked back to Ruan Xiongfei, smiling broadly: “Teacher.”
Ruan Xiongfei let out a hearty laugh, his fan-like hand came down heavily.
Mu Fan let the fierce gust brought by the hand fall on his shoulder, yet the imagined great force did not arrive.
Ruan Xiongfei’s eyes showed an undisguised appreciation, but he only grinned slightly.
“Good kid, come with me.”
The bald man now showed no hint of roughness, only a domineering aura that stood above all else, unmatched.
Mu Fan knew that Ruan Xiongfei showing up here meant there was something for sure.
However, their communication had long been completed seamlessly through their exchanged looks.
“Mm.”
Crunch, crunch, these two men, their aura filled with murderous intent, their powerful strides landed on the shattered stones, grinding out the sound of crumbling rocks.
The crowd naturally parted, no one dared to make a sound in front of them, only watching their backs with awe-inspiring eyes…
Leaving.
Bing Su, and so were they.
The name Dingchuan Tyrant would, from now on, likely shine like a galaxy amid the night sky on the mountain tops, never to be extinguished.
“The glory of Ding Chuan isn’t begged for but fought for… with fists.”
This resounding voice, together with the person who spoke it, was etched into the history of Ding Chuan.
Inside, outside, online, offline.
Countless people watched the silent silhouette of that young man, unable to compose themselves for a long time.