When Mu Fan noticed that people were starting to come in one after another, he stopped and walked away. The backstage of the tester recorded the number and then returned to silence. He didn't know what that set of numbers meant, let alone what level 17 power would give him.
The people here brought so much shock, he just felt that he could do more.
Well, let’s try it later when there is no one around. Mu Fan thought.
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"Okay, let's gather. Now that everyone is here, let's divide the venue for today. Zeref's Old Rules is No. 2 on the third floor, and Kemo is No. 7 on the third floor..." Mankun showed up on time at the appointed time and ordered a bunch in succession.
After his name, he continued to shout, "In the afternoon, I have an appointment for sparring on No. 3 on the second floor. You go, Polly. You make an appointment for sparring on No. 6 on the second floor. You go, Ji Mingdi... Well, I make an appointment on No. 9 on the second floor. You go, Mu Fan. There are four people left."
Standby at short notice."
After arranging the afternoon training tasks, Mankun glanced at everyone and said, "Let's start working!"
A group of people walked away according to their respective assignments. Mu Fan remembered that the training room No. 9 on the second floor was in the northwest corner. Just go up the stairs in the corner of the hall.
The antique decorations on both sides of the corridor are eye-catching after you are used to seeing many mechanical and electronic things in the city.
Walking to the room labeled VIP Room No. 9, Mu Fan looked at the black metal door with a blue glow in front of him, and inserted his work card into the ID reader on the side.
"Hey, the recognition is valid, sparring partner - Mu Fan, please come in." An electronic female voice came from the door lock, the alloy door retracted from the middle to both sides, and closed again after Mu Fan stepped in.
Sure enough, it was different! Mu Fan looked at the clean and orderly training room, with shiny metallic equipment on the side. It was divided into functional areas of different sections, and there were several rows of clean training clothes and wipes hanging in the lounge.
, and even saw several packages of things that were obviously food neatly stacked on the plexiglass table.
This closed training room was the same size as the No. 5 training ground on the first floor! Mu Fan was a little surprised.
Seeing the sign for strength training in the first room on the right corridor, Mu Fan walked in.
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"Dad! I understand, okay! Stop nagging, your son is not the one who insists on letting me go to school. Can I get into the military academy? It would be great to do business with you. You see, we have the same body shape! In the future
It’s definitely suitable to take your company’s shift!”
"What? There's no discussion? If you don't go, you'll cut off my pocket money for a month. My dear father, can you bear to see your son lose weight every month? I've been very good recently, okay? Don't let me go.
I don’t want to race cars. If I’m not allowed to go to a casino, I won’t go if it means I’ll be a bad person. I just eat three more meals a day and play PO Battle.net. I’m not good enough to be such a good person. You old man didn’t realize that.
The wish must be with me... Hello! Dad!? Dad? Father! I'm going..." A fat man wearing a gray suit, a white shirt, a bow tie, and a slightly childish face was sitting in the back seat of the hover car.
, frowning sadly at the Tianxun that was hung up in his hand.
"Uncle Wu, why don't you go to the martial arts gym? You can let me get off the bus when you pass by HL Plaza over there. I made an appointment with my friend to go there for an event today. It would be dishonest for me not to go."
"I'm sorry, young master. I have been told to send you to the martial arts school and pick you up home in four hours." The man in front of him, wearing a red waiter's uniform with white but well-groomed hair, replied, looking straight ahead and speaking.
Obviously he was talking to the little fat guy behind him.
The fat man's little suit was stretched so much that it could only be open to the chest, and now the wrinkled corners were sitting on his butt, making it even more pitiful.
"Uncle Wu~" There was a hint of crying in the pitiful voice.
"I'm sorry, young master. You know my temper. Please don't make things difficult for me." Uncle Wu remained unmoved and continued to concentrate on driving.
"Oh, okay, call me when it's time." The cry in his voice disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then the fat man replied with a face, holding the Sky News and started browsing the battle videos on the PO Battle Network forum.
"Well, fantasy type, real type? That's definitely the fantasy type. Fat Brother, I don't want to watch anything so bloody. Brother's 'Lemon Balloon' is the most popular. Let's see what skills they have developed recently, hum.
Huh, if you don't work hard, you can't guarantee your leading position in the class." Fatty excitedly poked at the three-dimensional image played by Tianxun with his finger, and muttered in a low voice.
Harry, the young owner of the Luojia Star Fuwen Consortium, there will always be rich people in any poor place. When the power is suppressed, the gap between the rich and the poor will only become larger, even though the Fuwen Consortium has not yet entered the top circle of the planet's richest people.
He advertised himself as a pacifist, and then naturally grew up into a peaceful fat man. His cheerful smile was just like that of his father, and he was more suitable for the Fuwen Foundation's daily necessities style. Friendly! Affordable prices! From makeup to
From skin care products to stationery, the brands are not of the highest quality, but huge sales have also helped Harry's family's wealth rise rapidly.
"Hmm, this move is cool. Let me see what it's called, Lotus Fall. The name is too ordinary and not domineering at all. At least it's something cool and awesome like Big Dark Sky and Five-petal Lotus Fall. But
The moves are really good." Fatty looked through the video of a platinum 5-star fantasy master and couldn't help but be attracted by the picture. A red and white mecha flashed from the ground to the air, and then four phantoms suddenly appeared, and then five mechas merged.
As soon as he hugged another mecha, it fell from the sky. The ground was blazing with fire, and a deep radial pit was bombarded. The fat man almost drooled when he saw this scene. He had no resistance to such dazzling skills. Fantasy
A major feature of the series is the various movements that can only be performed by non-human beings.
"Let me take a look at this setting. The fantasy system transforms the RG-II type injector
I'll lower it by 40%. Although it's not usable in PK, at least it's handsome!! Then the engine of the body is changed to the ninth generation. This can be obtained. The 7888 star coin gift pack can have a chance to get the ninth generation engine fragments. I will buy a few more later...
...a two-thirds chance, 7888 multiplied by at least 15...Ah! I'm going to run out of pocket money again this month, ah ah!" The fat man counted on his fingers, as if a tragedy was about to happen, and he suddenly went crazy!!
"Master, we have arrived at the martial arts gym, please prepare to get out of the car."
From a top speed to an instant stop, the hover car stopped steadily at the Xingluo Martial Arts Hall. The body was all black with red surrounds, and the wide retro U-shaped air intake grille was very visually impactful. Seeing this luxury car, where can I find a martial arts gym?
Not knowing that a distinguished guest was here, when the fat man reluctantly put away Tianxun and got out of the car, four strong men in black clothes at the entrance of the martial arts hall were already divided into two rows to greet him.
"Master, the martial arts school has made arrangements for you. Someone will notify you when the time comes. I will wait for you to come out." Wu Boli bowed to the side and said.
"En..." Looking at Uncle Wu standing aside with his head lowered, the fat man with a listless face replied in a long nasal tone, having given up the idea of running away secretly.
"Hello, Master Harry, I have made a reservation for you in the VIP training room No. 9 on the second floor. Please come with me." A curvaceous waitress in a hip-hugging short skirt came from the side and reminded softly.
"Well, lead the way." After casually agreeing, the fat man stared with interest in the rhythmic swing of his hips from side to side before walking into the martial arts gym.
At this time, in the strength training room of VIP Room 9, Mu Fan had blue veins in his hands. He was holding a one-way long-handled strength training hammer and swinging it up and down. He was sweating like rain. A string of feet was hanging from the opposite direction of the alloy handle.
There is a weight-bearing hammer block more than one meter thick...
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