Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Chapter 39: Bloody Tuition Chapter 129: Chapter 39: Bloody Tuition Editor: Noodletown Translations The fierce youth’s knee strike had a subtle adjustment, a detail noticed from the beginning, but most people missed it!

The three behind him continued to breathe in sync.

Although they formed a temporary group, no one wanted their familiar friend to be eliminated in the first round.

This was a competition of eight thousand into four thousand, and losing might mean missing out on the chance to choose a good sponsor.

Phil’s flying kick closed in swiftly, seemingly about to hit his opponent’s abdomen.

In his eyes, his flying kick would definitely land before the opponent’s charge.

Yet, that fierce youth showed a strange smile, his knee still aiming at an empty space.

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Mu Fan finally concluded that the person never intended to use a knee strike.

His angle had already started to adjust.

This posture was…

Completely a kicking movement!

When Phil’s leg was within one meter of the opponent, ready to strike.

The youth’s knee retracted, and his lower leg suddenly shot out unnaturally, like a dagger fully charged, sinister and decisive!

“Oh no!”

Someone also noticed this move, but it was already too late.

In mid-air, Phil couldn’t change direction powerfully.

He could only watch helplessly as the fierce youth’s foot fiercely hit his leg, sending a piercing pain surging through him.

Phil, who came menacingly, was intercepted mid-air and landed on the ground.

With a bang, Phil steadied himself with a hand, gritting his teeth as he faced the fierce youth in front of him, his right leg twitching slightly.

The three behind him watched in silence.

Starting with this kind of disadvantage, Phil, a local youth famous for his level 15 physique, encountered a strong opponent in the first round here.

Mu Fan saw further than they did.

He noticed Phil’s breath was already chaotic, while the fierce youth seemed to have strength in reserve.

If the fight continued, Phil would likely face real trouble.

Sixty fighting platforms, and at this moment, fifteen green lights had already gone out, indicating that fifteen duels had determined a winner.

Medical staff rushed onto the platforms.

Near Mu Fan’s location, someone’s arm hung limp, broken at the start.

In the distance, someone else was carried off, his face covered in blood.

When the real competition came, these candidates no longer hid their powers for victory, making injuries and deaths unavoidable.

Still, some people weren’t ruthless enough to ignore the scene.

The Major on the high platform watched with a blank expression.

The death quota given by the reserve special recruitment was unknown to these candidates.

How could the army’s elite not have seen blood?

The electronic ID card showed that the match rules had been refreshed, allowing surrender and injuries within a normal range.

Injuries within a normal range?

Only the Federation’s military could define that; the soldiers present remained indifferent, as if long accustomed to such brutal scenes.

Phil took a deep breath, stretching out his arm, ready in a close combat stance.

“Is Phil going to use his special move?” a foolish voice behind them said.

Mu Fan recognized it as Paje talking.

Phil briefly touched the ground with his toes, light pecks, jumps, and then pecked at the ground again.

The motion started to accelerate.

“Back Blade Tornado Kick!” an unfamiliar voice reached Mu Fan’s ears.

Apparently, someone recognized this fighting skill.

Phil suddenly sidestepped, rapidly closing in from the right, his entire body soaring again, a leg springing out like lightning, and then a sudden diagonal backslash.

The fierce youth sensed Phil’s movement the moment it began, calmly adjusting his steps.

As Phil’s kick came, the fierce youth merely tilted his head, effortlessly dodging the attack.

But it wasn’t over yet!

The strike had no effect, and Phil launched a series of kicks, like spring knives unsheathing, legs causing a whirl of continuous attacks.

The fierce youth showed impatience in his eyes, suddenly reaching out a hand.

Slap!

Phil’s left leg was caught in his opponent’s grip, unable to withdraw.

Looking up, he saw the opposing face with a cruel smile, the other hand raised high.

A vicious chop!

Ah!!

Phil’s pained howl echoed through the fighting arena.

His left leg now twisted into an abnormal bend.

His left leg was severed by a hand chop!

It might have been completely fractured by now.

The fierce youth nonchalantly released Phil, then watched him lying on the ground in agony.

The youth’s face flushed maniacally, launching a fierce kick that sent Phil flying seven or eight meters, but still not off the platform.

He walked over and delivered another punishing kick.

Within seconds, Phil was kicked back and forth like a ragged sack, his voice gradually weakening.

Mu Fan saw Phil attempt to raise his hand several times, but each attempt was thwarted by his opponent, clearly denying Phil a chance to surrender.

He looked toward the referee at the platform, whose face remained impassive, showing no intention to intervene.

Was this match really this brutal!?

Seeing this, Mu Fan suddenly felt the severity of this competition was even worse than he imagined!

“Phil!”

“Phil!”

Behind him, the synchronized call of Phil’s name showed Paje and the others couldn’t bear to watch, but the soldier with the cold assault rifle in front coldly observed their every move.

The fierce youth kicked Phil again, sending him crashing to the ground, barely conscious, his face bloodied.

Even now, his hand struggled to rise.

He just wanted to surrender and survive.

Many people noticed the scene on this fighting platform, some showing sympathy, but more eyes were lit with bloodthirsty excitement.

This was true combat slaughter.

This wasn’t some soft competition; you came here ready for death!

That already raised hand was slowly about to hit the ground, a gesture of surrender.

But at that moment!

A foot struck viciously.

Phil couldn’t even utter a sound before being brutally kicked away.

A parabolic arc, laying heavily outside the fighting ring, utterly silent.

The referee, seeing the scene, approached Phil to inspect, then signaled the medical team while extinguishing the platform’s green light.

The opponent’s candidate number appeared on the screen above.

“Contestant 208 won!”

The fierce youth grinned with a bloodthirsty smile at the distant crowd below, then lightly leaped off the platform.

Mu Fan, at this moment, felt like he wasn’t at a sports event on this civilized planet, but rather back in the brutal, lifeless struggle of the wilderness.

The victor survived.

Paje, Eli, and Chester watched as Phil, covered in blood, exited the arena, no part of him uninjured.

Tears shimmered in their eyes for a moment.

Now they knew how cruel this exam was, yet the tuition paid was far too steep.

Creek, Mu Fan sat cross-legged, expressionless, fists clenched and then released, raising his head with closed eyes.

He didn’t spare a glance at Phil.

In his deep reflection, he sensed he might play a similar role.

And so, he wasn’t preparing now.

But controlling his intent to kill!

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