Chapter 519: 294 Who Says He's Alone?

Chapter 519: Chapter 294 Who Says He’s Alone?

Someone whispered excitedly next to me, eyes shining as they gazed at the center of the commotion. This was the perfect opportunity, a perfect chance to pick a side.

Nearly risk-free!

A chance to show one’s face in front of the big shots of the Fighting Club and the Student Union.

Hearing this, Young Master Zhang shifted his gaze away from the figure in black Swordsman’s clothes and glanced at his companion, sneering with a trace of derision, “Help the Student Union? If I really went up there, that would be—”

Then he looked at this companion of his, who was so eager to climb up the ladder, and shaped the words with his mouth:

“Idiot.”

He tilted his head slightly, signaling the noble students among the dozen Army Reserve special recruits following him, and then—

Turned and left.

After all, Young Master Zhang was someone of stature; how could he possibly stand up for these second-generation kids with rust in their brains.

A bunch of people with water in their brains, thinking they could make that monster who had blood on his hands bend the knee?

There were only two words for that—

Stupid, fuck!

This was the kind of play those who wanted to could enjoy on their own, without dragging him into it.

Even if Young Master Zhang found Mu Fan utterly objectionable, he remembered why he had come to Dingchuan Academy.

Army Reserve special recruit!

So from the moment he arrived, Young Master Zhang lacked the proper respect for regular students, even for upperclassmen.

Though it irritated him that there were a hundred Army Reserve special recruits and that the kid was a core student, Young Master Zhang had to admit he hadn’t seen anyone more perverse than Mu Fan among his peers.

Just now, with a casual glance, he had spotted no fewer than forty individuals from the Army Reserve special recruits.

Quite a few seniors, indeed. Tsk tsk.

Hah, a bunch of idiots…

Coldly sneering to himself, Young Master Zhang thus left the person who had just stirred him up to fend for themselves.

In his circle, it was better to automatically eliminate such weak-minded individuals.

His companion stood there dumbfounded, watching Young Master Zhang’s retreating back.

He couldn’t understand how the connection he had struggled over a week to cultivate had been so easily severed by an ordinary remark of his.

“Shaotang, wait for me, don’t go.”

The person looked around, and, after a moment of hesitation and a stamp of the foot, followed in Young Master Zhang’s footsteps.

As this shout rang out, about a dozen gazes from the crowd turned their attention towards them.

Among them were people like Shi Sen, Gao Baiyun, and Joe Bollen…

Who knew when they, as observers, had appeared here.

They looked like ordinary onlookers; people around them didn’t even know that these were the real experts who had gone through the brutally tough Army Reserve special recruitment assessment.

They watched Young Master Zhang walk away, pondering their thoughts, yet no one made any other move.

Their gaze lingered on the figure of the youth in the center.

Our strongest in this class, what will you do in this situation?

…

With powerful support from both the Student Union and the Fighting Club standing beside him, the situation didn’t look like it was moving in a positive direction. Instead, it seemed as if it was escalating even further.

Bing Su saw the disgusting smile on Rong Cheng’s face. After chatting with two star students beside him, he then turned to look at Mu Fan.

“Now that the influential seniors from both the Student Union and the Fighting Club are here, do you dare to repeat what you just said?”

The sarcasm in his gaze was as obvious as it could be.

These hundred-plus people looked at Mu Fan with an expression of watching a spectacle.

Now, this youth in black was like a clown exposed under their scrutiny.

Mu Fan stood with his hands hanging quietly at his sides, unarmed, his gaze calmly fixed on the other party.

This scene could be said to be much larger than the Mecha Club’s recent recruiting event.

The whole place quieted down as everyone waited for the youth to speak.

“I say…”

“Just two clubs.”

Mu Fan looked at Rong Cheng and calmly uttered this phrase.

It was nothing short of earth-shattering!

A commotion swept through the crowd.

People felt their hearts skip a beat.

It was as if the youth’s statement had some inexplicable infectious power.

“He really said it!”

“There are more than a hundred people on the other side, how can he have such courage?”

“He’s betting they won’t dare to make a move?” a person who had just arrived curiously remarked.

From beside him, a voice said, “Damn, has this kid been this tough all along? Look at the five guys who were just helped up; they all look half-dead.”

“Holy shit, is he really not afraid?”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Right now, I’m just curious to see how he’ll handle this situation.”

That’s right, the onlookers just wanted to see what would happen next—whether a fight would break out!

Rong Cheng heard Mu Fan’s words, looked at his companions to either side with a smile that was not quite a smile, and then looked back at Mu Fan.

“Should I praise your courage, or should I say you’re overly confident? Are you really planning to teach a lesson to all these members of the Fighting Club by yourself?”

“Hahaha, barely reaches my shoulder, doesn’t seem to weigh even half as much as me, but boy does he talk big.”

“I genuinely want to see him take on a whole bunch of us by himself.”

“Tsk tsk, the audacity of a newcomer. He probably hasn’t realized the situation at Dingchuan yet.”

Listening to the mocking words in front of him, Mu Fan didn’t speak. He just slowly raised his right hand, gesturing towards Rong Cheng…

And beckoned with his fingers.

“Pfft, cough cough!”

“It’s gonna blow!”

“Holy shit, he’s crazy.”

“Oh, damn~~~”

In an instant, the atmosphere went wild, and Rong Cheng’s face turned an iron blue.

At that moment, Wang Nuonuo finally found a gap and squeezed through with Chuchu.

On her delicate little face, her clear big eyes quickly took in the situation in the center of the field.

The proud figure standing there, and the hundreds of seniors with that inexplicable mocking smile on their faces.

“Isn’t that Mu Fan!” exclaimed Chuchu.

“How could the Doll be bullied by so many people!” Wang Nuonuo couldn’t bother to understand what Chuchu meant at the moment.

She didn’t care what Mu Fan was saying at the time; she just saw that group of people on the other side

“Toughing it out like a stubborn duck. Since you seem to love fighting by yourself so much, us seniors will have a good spar with you today. I hope you can hold on… After all, you’re just by yourself.”

Rong Cheng sneered, tilting his head to the side: “Kong Xiong.”

Kong Xiong, the person in charge of new member recruitment for the Fighting Club, nodded and then shouted at the top of his lungs: “Fighting Club! Take formation!”

“Present!”

Almost a hundred people moved forward, their intimidating manner causing the new cadets to step back.

“After we’re done with you, then we can talk about how unfair it is to gang up on one person. But in this situation, who dares to help you, just a new student.”

Rong Cheng’s face was full of a mad smirk.

He had never considered himself one of those sanctimonious hypocrites. Whoever showed him a frown, he would bite; it was that simple.

Mu Fan’s expression remained indifferent as he beckoned with his palm once more.

But at this moment, there was an unexpected turn. Although Mu Fan didn’t speak, someone else did!

“Who says Mu Fan is alone!”

As she ran with her fair long legs thumping, Wang Nuonuo pushed people aside and stood by Mu Fan’s side.

Her clear big eyes were filled with anger as she issued a tender rebuke toward the opposite side.

Mu Fan certainly hadn’t expected that someone would help him before he even got to move, and it was Wang Nuonuo!

“I can handle it; you go back.”

“I’m not going back, I don’t want to see them bully you!” Wang Nuonuo huffed, standing defiantly with her hands on her hips in a move that was indescribably cute and stubborn.

Her smooth, fair face showed determination.

“Nuonuo, wait for me,” panted Chuchu as she too pushed through the crowd and ran over. Although she was trembling inside, in such a situation she had to protect her best friend.

“My God, who are these two beauties?”

“The first beauty is gorgeous, those long legs are so enticing.”

Rong Cheng saw the two of them and laughed, bursting into loud laughter:

“Ridiculous, just you, a guy, now relying on girls to stand up for you?”

Upon hearing this, White Hair in the crowd twitched his eyelid and looked expressionlessly towards the center.

Then a voice rang out among the onlookers.

“I don’t want to hear that.”

“Really, stop showing off. Who says he’s alone? I, as the dazzling final act, am forced into the spotlight…”

Following the sound,

First, a foot stepped forward, and then they saw a figure with dyed white hair walking with his head down.

His hands slowly lifted, running through the proud white locks as silky hair shone brilliantly in the starlight.

Then, his face, bearing a rebellious look, lifted. His flippant gaze leisurely scanned the surroundings until it locked onto Rong Cheng’s mad dog face, uttering a statement that turned the other’s complexion purplish-red.

“Trash!”

Yet even as that word had not finished echoing, the following statement had the hundred-plus people present, including star students like Shao Qi and Kong Xiong, breathing heavily with anger.

“Sorry, don’t get me wrong, I’m not targeting you specifically, I’m saying everyone on that side is trash.”