At this time, the fat man had not yet arrived. Mu Fan appeared in Chanison's office again. Chanison's eyes were red. The first thing he said when he saw Mu Fan was, "Jerf has just been sent away!"
Mu Fan listened quietly to Chanison's narration. Master Wen was obviously in a bad mood today and came very early. Then he notified the martial arts school to let the strongest person pass. Zeref, who was seriously injured yesterday, went there, and then half an hour later
When he didn't, Zeref was sent out of the martial arts gym!!
"Bang!" Chanison slapped the table hard and stared at Mu Fan with red eyes: "Young Master Wen is furious now. Zeref came out with a serious injury. Now Young Master Wen wants another person from the martial arts gym!"
If no one can stand up, I will end badly, and neither of you will end well! Chanison roared angrily in his heart.
"Boy, your opportunity has come. I must say you are very lucky. Now the opportunity to do what you want is placed in front of you. Should you go or not?"
Mu Fan tilted his head slightly, with an unpredictable smile on his lips. At this time, there was a fire in his heart that wanted to be released, and he said to Chanison word by word: "Go, why not go?"
Chanison didn't see any fear on the young boy's face, only the confidence and unparalleled calmness in his eyes.
After gathering his composure, the middle-aged manager, who was like a trapped beast still fighting, said to Mu Fan in a solemn tone: "I just need you to hold on this time! Young Master Wen can talk about anything to calm down. If Young Master Wen can't calm down, it's hard for anyone to talk to you.
, Do you understand!?" At the end of the sentence, Chanison's face twisted.
"I know it's Master Wen. Although he is very powerful, I won't fight back. I'm just a sparring partner, right?" Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "As for Master Harry, don't worry, I have already talked to him in advance.
We agreed that if he comes, remember to say hello to him."
"However, as you said, I will only go once. After all, Master Harry has a limit of tolerance." Mu Fan gave a "kind" reminder to the martial arts school manager in front of him.
"Go, room one on the third floor!" Chanison picked up a cigar and smoked it hard.
Mu Fan's expression quickly dimmed as he walked out the door, and he walked towards Room 1 in Building 3 with an expressionless expression. He walked back the same way, but with a different mood.
"Di, recognition, sparring partner - Mu Fan, please wait." Mu Fan pressed the communication bell.
"Ha, finally here comes the punching bag again. The martial arts gym is very efficient. It's not just another waste. Tsk, tsk, come in." A gloomy tone came from the intercom, full of ridicule.
Mu Fan raised the corner of his mouth and walked into the room. He saw a naked young man with his upper body kicked open and cracked the wooden man stake. Hearing Mu Fan enter, he looked sideways.
He was about twenty years old, taller than Mu Fan, with a well-proportioned and strong figure. He had a sinister expression on his face at the moment, and his eyes revealed contempt, as if he were looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
This is Master Wen! Wen Zheming, the only son of the second member of the Luojiaxing Council!
"You really dare to find anyone for me. Good job Chanison, haha." Putting one leg away, Wen Zheming stretched his muscles and hooked his hand towards Mu Fan.
"Come on, don't worry, I can't kill anyone, but it's up to you whether you can hold it back." There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, which was the perverted excitement of about to torture his opponent with fists and kicks!
"Hello, Master Wen." Mu Fan did not react as Wen Zheming imagined. There was no trace of fear on his face, and there was even a smile in his eyes.
Wen Zheming hated this feeling of being beyond his control, and he hated self-righteous people even more. His brows wrinkled imperceptibly, and he squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the boy in front of him who was thinner than himself.
Mu Fan seemed to have not seen Master Wen's expression and continued to talk to himself: "Master Wen, I am a sparring partner at Xingluo Martial Arts Hall. I was temporarily assigned by Mr. Chanison to be your sparring partner. I can only sparring once. I hope you can
It’s a pleasure to practice at Xingluo Martial Arts School.”
Wen Zheming walked over step by step, looked down at Mu Fan, and said coldly, "I hate being self-righteous, so I will be very aggressive. If you persist for less than an hour, I will be very angry."
"Hello, Master Wen, what if I persist for one hour?" Mu Fan's faint smile made Wen Zheming's eyes grow colder.
"Then I ask you to mention it, but if you can't hold on for an hour..."
"Then I'll die." Mu Fan said this with a smile and patted the boxing target on his hand.
"Then you just go and die!" Wen Zheming's eyes instantly became crazy, and he punched his opponent in the heart with a swift punch!
The smile on Mu Fan's face disappeared and his right arm stood up at the same time.
Bang! The fist hit the target hard and disappeared.
The two of them looked up at each other at the same time!
Mu Fan didn't even take a step back, even his left hand was still hanging by his side, and the boxing target in his right hand was firmly in front of him.
"Oh, there are two brushes!" Wen Zheming licked his lips. A strong lamb will have a greater sense of accomplishment when slaughtered, but a lamb is still a lamb after all.
Bloodlust flashed across his eyes again. He retracted his fist, and then his upper arm muscles rose. Wen Zheming's right fist hooked directly into Mu Fan's temple.
Mu Fan's head shook slightly when he punched, which did not attract Wen Zheming's attention. However, for some reason, his head did not continue to dodge, but stopped moving slightly. His right hand moved faster than Wen Zheming.
Move quickly to the temple, and hold your right hand firmly with your left hand.
Bang! Hit the target again, Mu Fan's body still didn't move! The power was 50% more than Man Kun's punch.
The punching force of 600KG was blocked again!
Is this bug that can be crushed demonstrated its existence in this way? Haven't you seen the fate of that stupid guy before? A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face again, and Wen Zheming continued to work harder.
700KG! Wen Zheming just wanted to vent! Last night, he was scolded by a congressman, and he felt very unhappy. He wanted to rape the daughter of a junior congressman in District 22, but the congressman actually beat his patron.
One phone call ended up irritating my father.
The evil fire in my heart has nowhere to vent!
Why did you come to this wretched place? You dared to provoke me for a woman, completely ruining your rare good mood.
How dare you refuse me, bitch!
And you low-level creatures in the city, watch me beat you one by one and you kneel under my legs and beg for mercy, hahahahaha!
This kid in front of me, a rubbish sparring partner, dares to offend me. Do you really think you can get out alive? Wen Zheming seems crazy, punching faster than the last.
Mu Fan blindly took the beating, and instead of standing still, he took a step back to form a body support. The boxing target in his hand appeared exactly in Wen Zheming's attack route, blocking the fatal attack.
Trash, I can't hold on anymore. Thinking of Mu Fan's faint smile before, Wen Zheming felt angry in his heart. A sparring partner in a martial arts school is qualified to make conditions with me. Who are you!
Let people in the circle know that I made a bet with a sparring partner? It's a joke.
Use your arms!
The wind of the fist made a hunting sound, and Wen Zheming attacked the key points, his eyes, ribs, and heart. He did not use all his strength. He wanted to cripple the person in front of him bit by bit. It would be much worse than the previous two combined.
Then he stepped on him to death with his desperate look in his eyes. Hahahaha...
Both fists were struck from various tricky and weird angles. Wen Zheming was even more excited when he saw Mu Fan take a step back.
Can't bear it anymore?? I have two brushes to be able to block so many blows, but... rubbish, please fall down!
A punch struck level 12, with an instant power of over 1,150kg flowing down his arm into his fist. A cruel smile appeared on Wen Zheming's face.
"Bang!" A huge and heavy sound of breaking the ground was heard. Mu Fan lowered his head and his right arm was instantly stretched in front of him.
Rocks pierce through the sky, and stormy waves crash onto the shore!
Mu Fan’s eyes were stern!
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