In just five words, I could hear the strong sense of honor and inexplicable power in the instructor's tone.
The peerless strong man, always covered by a shabby cloak, finally revealed his name at this moment.
Mu Fan has been calling the fighter instructor for so long. His original name is Mo Handa?
He lowered his head, bowed, and shouted sincerely: "Instructor Mo."
Mohanda only revealed a trace of his true aura before hiding again, and the moment he closed his cloak, he returned to the state of being unruffled.
"Mu Fan, if you want to see real force, I will let you see it. I hope you will do what you said and never retreat on the way forward!"
After revealing his true name, the combat instructor's tone towards Mu Fan had a hint of true severity.
Because from this moment on, Mu Fan already knew whose inheritance he had received!
As the leader of a most powerful race, Mohanda's glory will continue in this world in another way.
From this moment, Mu Fan officially took over the invisible banner of glory from his hand.
"Instructor, I, Mu Fan, do what I say."
Mu Fan nodded heavily, the young man's enthusiasm had never diminished at all.
"I will tell you about the strength training program together with the speed."
"Tell me what you know about speed!"
Mu Fan thought about the scene where Shura rushed in, his eyes were filled with excitement, and he blurted out: "Extreme speed is unparalleled power!"
"Excellent answer. Tell me that I have seen the extreme speed of the human body."
"My instructor in the real world, if I shoot within three meters, he can cut everything in two with a swing of the knife. This is also the goal of my current training."
"Do you think this is the limit of the human body?"
"Maybe...yeah."
Mu Fan said uncertainly, but he really had never seen anyone stronger.
"For ordinary people, yes, but for you, no!"
Mohanda shouted into the void: "Black."
Suddenly a silver-white metal ball appeared, with two electronic eyes on it narrowing and flying slowly towards it.
"Old man, why are you calling me Lord? And Xiao Fanfan, are you surprised to see Lord Hei? Can you please stop kicking me in the future?"
Black is flying in the air in a figure-eight shape.
"Hot Armory." Mohanda said lightly.
A row of laser rays in Hei's eyes projected a rectangular frame in front of him. When the light disappeared, Mu Fan saw a wall covered with various firearms.
The wall, which is more than ten meters long and three meters high, is densely covered with firearms.
"Do you want to see where your limits will be in the future? Look at me, what I can do... you can do the same in the future. Take off the firearm you had at the time and shoot me."
Mu Fan immediately locked onto the large-caliber pistol Sandstorm 92.
In this world, Mu Fan has no worries about the damage that weapons can cause. What's more, the longer he stays, the more he discovers...
The instructor in front of him, who always showed his silence, was terrifying and boundless in strength!
I thought I saw everything, but found that it was just the tip of the iceberg.
So Mu Fan raised his hand without any hesitation and fired.
A black shadow flashed past.
boom!
Mu Fan only felt the metal rod in the opponent's hand rotate and then stop.
Of course the other party was unscathed.
What about the bullets?
Mu Fan wanted to see the bullets shot down on the ground, but there were none.
"Are you looking for it?"
The metal-covered left palm stretched out, and a flattened warhead lay quietly in it.
The bullet just now was intercepted by the instructor in mid-air and caught in his hand!?
However, using a stick to create all this seems a bit inconsistent no matter how you look at the picture.
"Is this the speed you saw at that time?" a vicissitudes of voice asked.
Mu Fan nodded, but then shook his head, "Instructor, your speed is faster than what I have seen... But that was a knife at that time, a knife as fast as lightning, which split the warhead into two. Now
The goal of my training is to use a knife to cut bullets. If I use a stick, it is not consistent with the picture I imagined in my mind."
Finally mustering up the courage, Mu Fan said: "Instructor, I want to try other weapons."
The faint green light danced, and Mohanda stared at Mu Fan quietly, a smile hanging under his cloak.
At this time, Hei, who was calmly still in the air, suddenly laughed wildly: "Old guy, I asked you not to tell him, and asked you to teach him how to use a stick. Now he actually thinks that you only know how to use a stick. I'm laughing to death."
Sir, if this matter is reported back, I think your reputation will be ruined for the rest of your life. No, hahahaha..."
boom!
The metal short stick in his hand disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already at the position where Hei had just stayed. Hei's last word "Ha" still echoed in this space, and he had been driven into the void again.
"Noisy."
Like swatting away a fly, Mohanda lowered his raised right hand, and the short metal stick in his hand began to rotate rhythmically in his palm.
"Today's young people are really... impatient."
The short stick stopped rotating, and he held it horizontally with his right hand, slowly raising it to eye level.
"Boy, I didn't expect that it would give you such an impression... Do you want to see a real cutting bullet?"
There was light dancing in Mu Fan's eyes, and he seemed to feel the dissatisfaction in Mo Handa's tone, but this sentence aroused his curiosity infinitely.
"Go get a gun that shoots fast enough."
After speaking in a low voice, Mu Fan glanced at an electromagnetic rapid-fire rifle and took it out.
Mohanda's left hand, which was also covered with metal, rested on the metal short stick, now forming an image of holding the short stick horizontally with both hands.
Mu Fan's eyes widened.
"Let me explain, my weapon is not a short stick. Of course, it is not what you see next."
His hands trembled slightly, and at this moment, Mu Fan suddenly felt an extremely cold breath beginning to emerge from his heart.
The breath of darkness begins to activate spontaneously!?
There seemed to be some strong reaction to what was about to happen.
This has only happened once before.
That was what appeared on asteroid No. 131 during a night attack by the Zergs.
Mu Fan's eyes were fixed on Mohanda's every move.
The left hand rotates backward and the right hand rotates slightly forward.
There was a slight sound of a machine, as if a small hidden mechanism had been opened.
Then Mu Fan unexpectedly saw that after the instructor twisted his hands in reverse, the metal short stick came out of it
split into two!
His hands stopped moving and Mu Fan couldn't help but look into the instructor's eyes.
There is only a slight wrinkle on the small part of the chin that is exposed, which is the muscle stretch when smiling.
The two palms began to slowly pull to both sides.
A faint green glow emerged from the center of the short stick, like powder turned from the starry sky, with little starlight, gradually dissipating like smoke with the flow of air.
Mu Fan's heart was racing, and now the echo in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. He seemed to feel the breath of darkness beginning to flow in that direction involuntarily.
Mohanda's hands were steady without any trembling, and they slowly opened at a fixed frequency.
As the metal short stick was pulled apart, a bright green color emerged from the break and gradually solidified.
Green as jade, cold as ice.
The longer and longer green beam reflected infinite brilliance in Mu Fan's pupils.