Chapter 308 03-25 - 83: No Good, How Are You Only in 19th Place?

Chapter 308: Chapter 83: No Good, How Are You Only in 19th Place?

Mu Fan felt the sharp gaze of his opponent locked onto him like a hawk eyeing its prey, the domineering aura was fully exposed at this moment.

“Positive Ion Strike!”

Suddenly, he saw an air wave explode ten meters opposite him, followed by a blur that rushed out!

Even with his own vision, he struggled to lock onto the opponent’s figure.

Dark Breath!

Mu Fan’s vision cleared, finally seeing the opponent’s punching action, the fist stopped halfway and trembled; the punch hadn’t hit solidly but vibrated at a high frequency.

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Moreover, under the enhancement of the fourth layer of Dark Breath, Mu Fan couldn’t truly see each vibration of the opponent’s motion.

The image froze in a blur of movements!

Such fast speed!

How to defend?

The previous Half Arm Guard technique was completely useless because he couldn’t lock onto the direction of the opponent’s attack.

Therefore, his arms simply couldn’t accurately intercept the opponent’s attack trajectory.

In an instant, Mu Fan didn’t have time for much thought.

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He let out a long breath.

“Chaotic Arrow Strike!”

At that moment, relying on his fighting instincts, Mu Fan made the best choice for himself.

Attack for attack!

A sky full of fist shadows appeared.

Then, the advancing blur collided with the sky full of fist shadows.

Mu Fan felt a sudden sharp pain beneath his ribs, so intense that he could hardly breathe, and the shadows of punches from both hands stopped abruptly.

Then, in his line of sight, K, dressed in a black uniform, pulled his right punch back rapidly and then launched his left fist again at breakneck speed, leaving a trailing blur.

Mu Fan struggled to tilt his chin backwards, but still got struck by the punch.

Clang!

His teeth clashed heavily, the strong tremor making stars burst before his eyes, and then his body was viciously flung away by the explosive force, in an unavoidable manner.

A straight punch, a hook, just two simple punches, but Mu Fan’s eyes were filled with the continuous high-speed trembling of the muscles.

These lightning-fast moves left him with no room to dodge; the overwhelming power made defense impossible.

“Kid, this move is called Positive Ion Strike.”

Mu Fan’s body, which was already being flung away, was suddenly gently touched by a palm, the motion of being thrown backward forcefully halted by this palm.

“This move… is called Cervical Physiotherapy Skill.”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Fan’s body was led forward by the thrust of that palm, his head shook, and he saw K’s head charging at him with fierce momentum.

How was this different from what he had learned before?

The timing of the move, the precision of palm positioning!

And the judgement of the angle for the headbutt!

Five times!

In a fraction of a second, Mu Fan’s head was struck five times in succession, each time from a different angle, each time accompanied by the sound of his cervical vertebrae cracking.

After the final blow, as his cervical spine had suffered consecutive angled damages, his consciousness began to dissipate, and as the powerful hit landed, K’s hand on his shoulder simultaneously let go.

Mu Fan’s health bar was already empty, but he had not yet been declared defeated upon hitting the ground; now, Mu Fan’s consciousness had entered a strange spectator mode, able to see his own body flying through the air, but the pain was still being felt as if it was really happening.

“In the future, show respect when you see a senior, call me Brother K, remember to review the recording, uncle has to log off now. Look at the last move, does it seem familiar? If you want to know, go search for it at a higher level.”

“Ah da da da~~ Hundred Fierce Fist!”

A string of odd shouts were made, then Mu Fan saw K’s fists pull back simultaneously and then lunge out as blurs.

As Mu Fan was being flung backward, his face to abdomen suffered dozens of heavy punches in an instant.

He couldn’t see the fists, but he could clearly see the deformations appearing all over his body.

It was as if a herd of highland yaks had trampled over him; pain was an inadequate description for what he felt as his consciousness finally plunged into darkness.

Bang, his battered body hit the ground.

“K wins! Trainer UnDC010091 challenge failed!”

Looking at the disappearing corpse on the ground, K held his chest and coughed twice, then took out a brown bottle labeled with cough syrup, unscrewed it, and drank, “Ah, it’s not easy to teach people these days, I can’t play this intensely anymore.”

Transforming back into a beam of white light, Mu Fan gasped for air back in the square, the scene of the brutal beating he had just experienced was simply too fierce, comparable to a session with a Fighter Instructor.

Fighters dealt lethal blows in a single hit, nothing as twisted as that “K”.

Was this the true strength of the Fighting Skill?

That last move… the strange vocalization, the “Hundred Fierce Fist” looked almost identical to the “Chaotic Arrow Strike” he had learned, but it was far more terrifying.

Moreover, from the way that uncle was talking, his Fighting Skill wasn’t limited to just that.

Despite the defeat, Mu Fan’s eyes were burning with passion.

It seemed he really hit the jackpot, thanks to the military’s training opportunity!

20 minutes cooldown.

Suddenly, the system prompted, “Morning training session terminated, please all students exit the Virtual Cabin.”

Consequently, an exit option popped up in front of Mu Fan.

Selecting to exit, Mu Fan stood up and walked out of the Virtual Cabin.

His mind was still stuck on the image of him being heavily struck.

“Midday rankings announced, first place Zhang Shaotang, honor points 294, second place Shi Sen, honor points 218… Nineteenth place Mu Fan, honor points 135…”

In the Special Training Hall’s ceiling, the battle score screen projected everyone’s scores clearly.

From the first place’s 294 points to the last place’s 68 points, the huge gap in points caused an uproar amongst everyone.

“Zhang Shaotang actually came first, almost hitting 300 honor points!! Goodness, he must be at a 5-Star Martial Arts Hall level now!”

“Truly worthy of someone from Capital Star, he had even rejected Dawn’s offer. He didn’t fight during the battle against Dawn a few days ago; I thought he wasn’t up to par.”

“Yeah, it all comes out this time. Have you guys bumped into anyone from Dawn?”

“No, didn’t see their abbreviations, there are simply too many people, and with higher graders too, I just can’t climb up the ranks.”

“How come Mu Fan is only 19th? Slacking off?”

“It seems like this Fighting is all physical, no weapons provided, right?”

“That still shouldn’t be so low…”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about it, he probably ran into some expert from another academy and got trashed.”

“With such a huge gap opening up, how is he going to catch up, trailing by more than double the honor points.”

“It’s harder to fight the higher you go up…”

“So many codenames I don’t recognize, why are there so many experts in this Battle Net!”

A group of youths gradually gathered together, their chatter incessant.

Mu Fan, still pondering over the battle scenes, didn’t pay any heed to their conversation, his mind still replaying those dazzling three moves.

Positive Ion Strike—Cervical Physiotherapy Skill—Hundred Fierce Fist!

That uncle was really fierce; that kind of strength would probably easily take care of that bulky challenger he had encountered before…

In Mu Fan’s intuition, that casually postured uncle was a whole level beyond!

“Eh, there’s Mu Fan.”

“He’s 19th this time, from the looks of it, does it seem like he really got thrashed?”

“Hahaha.”

“Shh~ keep it down.”

“What’s there to fear? I’m not close with him, and what can he possibly do to me here in the base! Zhang Shaotang is still the best!”

Just as Mu Fan had come to his senses, he heard his name from the front and looked up, ending up in eye contact with a group of youths.

Among the crowd, Zhang Shaotang appeared humble, devoid of any arrogance, but he also showed no reaction to the praises around him.

Even though he clearly saw Mu Fan, he kept his head down and continued to speak with others.

“Core student, not good enough, why only 19th place?” sneered a noble-born student standing beside Zhang Shaotang, eying Mu Fan with sarcasm.

For a commoner student to be constantly overshadowing them, these noble students had had enough!

Upon hearing this remark, the surrounding seven or eight people laughed uproariously, their scornful laughter drawing the attention of nearby passing students.

What’s going on, what’s all the commotion?

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