Chapter 35 - 35 Clash (Part 1)

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Clash (Part 1)

Editor: Noodletown Translations

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At this time, the fat guy still hadn’t arrived. Mu Fan appeared once again in Chanison’s office. Chanison’s eyes were red, and upon seeing Mu Fan, the first thing he said was, “Jeff was just sent away!”

Mu Fan quietly listened to Chanison’s account. Young Master Wen was clearly in a bad mood today, came early, and then notified the Martial Arts Hall to send the strongest person over. Jeff, who was heavily injured yesterday, went there, and in less than half an hour, Jeff was sent out from the Martial Arts Hall!!

“Bang!” Chanison slammed the table hard, his eyes red as he stared at Mu Fan, “Young Master Wen is in a rage now, Jeff is seriously injured, and now Young Master Wen wants someone else from the Martial Arts Hall to step up!”

If no one can step up, none of us will end well! In Chanison’s heart, he let out an angry roar.

“Kid, your opportunity has come. I must say you’re very lucky. Now the chance to fulfill your wish is right in front of you. Are you going or not?”

Mu Fan tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a mysterious smile. At this moment, there was also a fire in his heart that needed to be released. He said to Chanison, word by word, “Go. Why not go?”

Chanison saw not a trace of fear on this young kid’s face, only a calm confidence and incomparable poise in his eyes.

Steadying himself, this middle-aged manager, who was like a desperate beast still fighting, spoke to Mu Fan in a solemn tone, “I just need you to hold on this time! If Young Master Wen calms down, everything will be fine. If he doesn’t, no one will have an easy time. Do you understand!?” By the end, Chanison’s face was twisted.

“I know, it’s Young Master Wen. Although he is very powerful, I’m not fighting back. I’m just sparring, right?” Mu Fan squinted his eyes and said with a smile, “As for Young Master Harry, rest assured, I’ve already spoken with him in advance. If he comes, remember to greet him.”

“However, as you said, I’ll only go once. After all, Young Master Harry also has his limits.” Mu Fan “kindly” reminded the Martial Arts Hall manager in front of him.

“Go on, Room 1 on the third floor!” Chanison clamped a cigar in his mouth and took a fierce drag.

Mu Fan’s face quickly shifted to indifference as he walked out the door, heading towards Room 1 on Building 3. It was the same road he had taken before, but he walked it with a different mindset.

“Drip, identification, sparring partner – Mu Fan, please wait.” Mu Fan pressed the communication bell.

“Heh, finally, another punching bag has come. The Martial Arts Hall is fast. Could it be another piece of trash? Tsk tsk, come in,” a gloomy voice came through the intercom, full of mockery.

Mu Fan’s lips twitched slightly. As he entered the room, he saw a young man with his upper body exposed, kicking and cracking a wooden training dummy. Hearing Mu Fan’s entrance, he turned his head and gave him a sidelong glance.

About twenty years old, taller than Mu Fan, with a well-proportioned and strong build. At this moment, he had a fierce expression on his face, his eyes radiating contempt as if he were looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

This was Young Master Wen! The only son of the second Councilman on Loga Star—Wen Zheming!

“They really dare send anyone to me, good job Chanison, haha,” Wen Zheming retracted his single leg, stretched his muscles, and beckoned to Mu Fan.

“Come on, don’t worry, I won’t kill you. But whether you can endure it, that’s up to you.” His eyes revealed a bloodthirsty excitement; he was about to brutally abuse his opponent with punches and kicks!

“Hello, Young Master Wen.” Contrary to Wen Zheming’s expectations, Mu Fan showed no signs of fear, not in the least, and even had a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Wen Zheming hated this feeling of things slipping out of his control and hated those who were self-righteous. His brow furrowed imperceptibly as he squinted coldly at the young man in front of him, who was weaker than him.

Mu Fan, as if unaware of Young Master Wen’s expression, continued speaking to himself, “Young Master Wen, I’m a sparring partner from Star Fall Martial Arts Hall, temporarily assigned by Mr. Chanison to spar with you. I can only spar once. I hope you will have a great practice session at Star Fall Martial Arts Academy.”

Wen Zheming walked over step by step, looking down at Mu Fan, and said coldly, “I hate self-righteous people the most, so I will hit hard. If you don’t last an hour, I will be very angry.”

“Hello, Young Master Wen, what if I last an hour?” Mu Fan’s faint smile made Wen Zheming’s eyes even colder.

“Then you can make a request, but if you don’t last an hour…”

“Then I might as well die.” Mu Fan said this with a smile and patted the protective pad on his hand.

“Then you might as well die!” Wen Zheming’s eyes suddenly turned wild, a fierce straight punch aimed at Mu Fan’s heart!

Mu Fan’s smile vanished, his right arm simultaneously rising.

Bang! The fist struck heavily against the glove, dissolving into nothing.

The two raised their heads simultaneously to look at each other!

Mu Fan hadn’t retreated a single step, his left hand still hanging at his side. The glove on his right hand firmly blocked before him.

“Heh, you’ve got some skills!” Wen Zheming licked his lips, thinking that a strong lamb was more satisfying to slaughter, but even so, a lamb is still a lamb.

A bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes again. He withdrew his fist, the muscles on his upper arm rising. Wen Zheming swung a hook with his right fist straight at Mu Fan’s temple.

Mu Fan’s head subtly shifted when the punch was thrown, unnoticed by Wen Zheming. But for some reason, it didn’t continue dodging. Instead, it stopped its slight movement. The right hand moved to the temple at a speed faster than Wen Zheming’s, the left hand steadily supporting the right.

Bang! Another hit landed on the glove, Mu Fan’s body remained unmoved! This blow was fifty percent stronger than Mankun’s punch.

600KG of punching power, blocked once again!

Did this bug-like creature, who seemingly could be crushed, use this method to declare his existence?? Didn’t he see what happened to that big oaf before him? A bloodthirsty smile reappeared on Wen Zheming’s face as he continued to apply force.

700KG! Wen Zheming just wanted to vent! Last night, his councilman father scolded him, making him feel frustrated in every way. He had attempted to force himself on a daughter of a lower councilman from District 22. That councilman actually called his father, thus provoking his own father.

There was a smoldering fire in his heart now with nowhere to vent it!

Why was he in this lousy place in the first place? Because of a woman, he dared to provoke his father, ruining his rare good mood completely.

Dare to refuse me, you stinking woman!

And you lower-class creatures in the city, watch me beat you until you kneel at my feet begging for mercy, ah hahahaha!

The kid in front of him, a piece of trash as a sparring partner, dared to provoke me. Did you really think you could walk away alive? Wen Zheming appeared deranged, each punch faster than the last.

Wen Zheming noticed that as he rapidly punched, that sparring kid’s body was faintly trembling.

“Trash, can’t hold on anymore? Stop blocking, fight back against me you garbage!” Remembering Mu Fan’s faint smile earlier, Wen Zheming felt a burning anger. A sparring partner dares to negotiate with me? Who do you think you are!

Letting people in my circle know I made a bet with a sparring partner? What a joke.

Both arms exerted force!

The wind from his fists howled fiercely, Wen Zheming attacked with techniques aimed at vital points— the eyes, under the ribs, the heart. He didn’t use his full strength, intent on slowly crippling the person in front of him, much worse than the previous two combined. Then, in his despairing gaze, he planned to crush him with a foot. Hahahaha…

His fists struck from various clever and bizarre angles. Seeing Mu Fan take a step back excited him even more.

Couldn’t hold out? Being able to block so many strikes is something, but… trash, fall for me!

The next punch unleashed Level Twelve strength, more than 1150KG of instantaneous fist power poured into his fist from his arm. A cruel smile spread across Wen Zheming’s face.

“Bang!” The thunderous and heavy smash echoed, and Mu Fan lowered his head as his right arm instantly crossed in front.

Rock shattering the sky, rolling waves crashing against the shore!

Mu Fan’s eyes were bright and resolute.

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PS: Thanks to the generous reward from the book friend “Lingering Traces of the Snow”!

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