Capítulo 35: Fight Back
At this time, the fatty had not arrived. Mu Fan appeared in Chanisen's office again. Chanisen's eyes were red. The first thing he said when he saw Mu Fan was, "Jeff has just been sent away!"
Mu Fan quietly listened to Chanison's narration. Young Master Wen was obviously in a bad mood today and came very early. He then notified the dojo to send the strongest person there. Jelf, who was badly injured yesterday, went there. In less than half an hour, Jelf was sent out of the dojo!
"Slap!" Chanison slammed his hand on the table and stared at Mu Fan with red eyes. "Young Master Wen is in a rage right now, and Jelf is heavily injured. Young Master Wen is going to send another person to the martial arts arena!"
"If no one can replace me, none of you will have a good ending!" roared Chanison in his heart.
"Boy, your chance is here. You are very lucky, aren't you? The opportunity is right in front of you. Are you going or not?"
Mu Fan tilted his head slightly, and an inscrutable smile emerged on his lips. At this time, a fire was about to be released from his heart. He said word by word to Chanison, "Go, why not?"
Chanison did not see a hint of fear on the young man's face, only confidence and unparalleled calmness in his eyes.
After regaining his composure, the middle-aged manager, who was like a cornered beast, said to Mu Fan solemnly, "I only need you to hold on this one time! If Young Master Wen is appeased, everything can be discussed. If Young Master Wen is not appeased, no one can say for sure. Do you understand?" At the end of his speech, Chanison's face contorted.
"I know it is Young Master Wen. Although he is very strong, I will not fight back. I am just a sparring partner, right?" Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "As for Young Master Harry, you can rest assured. I have already spoken to him beforehand. If he comes, remember to greet him."
"However, as you said, we will only go once. After all, Young Master Harry has a limit." Mu Fan "kindly" reminded the manager of the dojo in front of him.
"Go, room one on the third floor!" Chanison took the cigar in his mouth and sucked fiercely.
When Mu Fan walked out of the door, his facial expression quickly dimmed. He walked expressionlessly toward the first room on the third floor. He walked back the same way, but his mood was different.
"Beep, ID, sparring partner—Mu Fan, please wait." Mu Fan pressed the communication bell.
"Ah, you are finally a punching bag again. The efficiency of the dojo is very high. Don't tell me another piece of trash is coming. Tsk, tsk. Come on in." A gloomy voice came from the speaker, full of mockery.
The corners of Mu Fan's mouth twitched. He stepped into the room and saw a young man with a naked upper body kicking a wooden figure into pieces. When he heard Mu Fan entering, he tilted his head and looked at him.
He was about 20 years old, taller than Mu Fan, with a well-proportioned and strong body. At that moment, he had a malicious expression on his face, and his eyes showed contempt, as if he was looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
This was Young Master Wen! The only son of the second councilor of Luo Jia—Wen Zheming!
"You really dare to find anyone for me. Good job, Chanison. Haha." Wen Zheming put away his leg, stretched his muscles, and crooked his finger at Mu Fan.
"Come on, don't worry. I can't kill you, but it's up to you to bear with it." There was bloodlust in his eyes. It was the perverted excitement of someone about to beat their opponent with their fists and feet!
"Hello, Young Master Wen." Mu Fan did not react as Wen Zheming had imagined. There was not a hint of fear on his face, and there was even a smile in his eyes.
Wen Zheming hated this feeling of some peasant being out of his control, and he hated self-righteous people even more. He frowned slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked coldly at the boy who was thinner than him.
Mu Fan continued as if he did not see Young Master Wen's expression. "Young Master Wen, I am a sparring partner at the Starfall Martial Arts Hall. I was temporarily assigned by Mr. Chanison to be your sparring partner. I can only be your sparring partner once. I hope you can practice to your heart's content at the Starfall Martial Arts Hall."
Wen Zheming walked over step by step, looked down at Mu Fan, and said coldly, "I hate being self-righteous, so I will be very heavy-handed. If you can't last for an hour, I will be very angry."
"Hello, Young Master Wen. What if I lasted for an hour?" Mu Fan's faint smile made Wen Zheming's eyes turn colder.
"I'll ask for it, but if you can't last an hour…"
"I'll go and die then," said Mu Fan with a smile as he patted the boxing target on his hand.
"Then you can go and die!" Wen Zheming's eyes turned crazy in an instant, and a swift and violent fist went straight for his opponent's heart!
The smile on Mu Fan's face disappeared, and he raised his right arm at the same time.
Bang! The fist hit the target heavily and disappeared.
Both of them looked up at each other at the same time!
Mu Fan did not take a step back. His left hand was still by his side, and his right fist was firmly in front of him.
"Ah, you have some skills!" Wen Zheming licked his lips. He felt more accomplished killing a strong lamb. However, a lamb was still a lamb.
A bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes again. He withdrew his fist, then raised the muscles on his upper arms. Wen Zheming's right fist hooked and hit Mu Fan's temple.
When Mu Fan punched, his head shook slightly, but he did not attract Wen Zheming's attention. However, for some reason, his head did not continue to dodge, but instead stopped moving slightly. His right hand moved to his temple faster than Wen Zheming, and his left hand held his right hand firmly.
Bang! He hit the target again, but Mu Fan's body did not move! His strength was fifty percent more than Man Kun's punch.
The punch of 600kg was blocked again!
Was this bug, which looked like it could crush them, trying to show its existence in such a way? Didn't you see what happened to that big, dumb guy? A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Wen Zheming's face again as he continued to increase his strength.
700kg! Wen Zheming wanted to vent! He had been scolded by his father, who was a senator, last night. He was unhappy. He wanted to use force on the daughter of a junior senator from District 22. That senator had called his backer and provoked his father.
The evil fire in his heart had nowhere to vent!
Why did he come to this shabby place? He dared to provoke his father because of a woman, ruining his rare good mood.
How dare you refuse me, b * tch!
"And you low-level creatures in your city district, watch me beat you until you kneel under my legs and beg for mercy. Ahahaha!"
"This boy in front of me, a piece of trash like sparring partner, dares to provoke me. Do you really think you can get out of here alive?" Wen Zheming looked like he was crazy, and his punches were faster than usual.
Wen Zheming noticed that the sparring partner was trembling slightly as he punched quickly.
"Rubbish, you can't take it anymore? Stop defending, come and fight me, you piece of shit!" Wen Zheming was furious when he thought of Mu Fan's faint smile. A sparring partner in a dojo is qualified to make conditions with me. Who do you think you are?
Let the outsiders know that I made a bet with a sparring partner? What a joke!
Strength in both arms!
The wind from Wen Zheming's fists fluttered in the wind. He attacked the vital parts, the eyes, the ribs, and the heart. He did not use his full strength. He wanted to cripple the man in front of him bit by bit. He would be in a much more miserable state than the previous two combined. Then, he would crush the man to death with a single stomp in his despairing eyes.
He punched at Mu Fan from all kinds of tricky and strange angles. Wen Zheming was even more excited when he saw Mu Fan take a step back.
Can't take it anymore? He must have some skills to be able to block so many blows. But… Trash, fall down!
Wen Zheming punched with Level 12 strength, and the instantaneous force of more than 1150 KG flowed through his arm into his fist. A cruel smile spread across his face.
"Bang!" A loud and heavy sound was heard. Mu Fan lowered his head and raised his right arm.
Rubble flew through the sky, and raging waves hit the shore!
Mu Fan's eyes were cold.
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