Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
Chubby Harry hadn’t arrived yet. By the time that Mu Fan arrived in Charison’s office again, Charison’s eyes were bloodshot red. Seeing Mu Fan, the first thing that he said was, “Jereff was just sent away!”
Mu Fan quietly listened to Charison’s recount of what had happened. Apparently, Young Master Wen came early and was in a bad mood today. He requested the strongest person to be sent to him, and that was Jereff who got injured from yesterday. Within less than half an hour, Jereff was sent out of the Budokan for treatment!!
Bam! Charison slammed the desk as he stared at Mu Fan with bloodshot eyes and said, “Young Master Wen is pissed, and Jereff got severely injured and sent away. Now, he needs the Budokan to send another person to him!”
If no one can take it, this wouldn’t end well for both me and all you practice partners! Charison was raging inside.
“Boy, your chance is here. I have to say that you are very lucky as the chance you’ve wished for is right in front of you. So, are you going or not?”
Mu Fan’s head tilted slightly, and his lips curled into a mysterious smile. He also had a ball of fire in his mind that he needed to vent, so he said to Charison slowly, “Of course, why wouldn’t I go?”
Charison didn’t see any trace of fear on Mu Fan’s young face; he only saw confidence and extreme calmness in this boy’s eyes.
Charison shook his mind clear. He was like a caged beast as he said to Mu Fan in a serious tone, “I need you to hold on tight this time! Everything will be fine after Young Master Wen vent his anger; if he doesn’t, then we will all be in trouble. You understand?!” Charison’s face was twisted by the end of his speech.
“I know it’s Young Master Wen, and he’s strong, but I won’t fight back because I’m just a practice partner, right?” Mu Fan’s eyes squinted as he smiled and said, “As for Young Master Harry, I’ve already spoken to him about this, so there’s no need to worry about that. If he comes, please let him know where I am.”
“However, like you said, I’ll go only this time. After all, Young Master Harry also has a tolerance limit,” Mu Fan ‘kindly’ reminded this manager of the Budokan.
“Go now; it’s room No.1 on the third floor!” Charsion picked up his cigar and took several big puffs.
Mu Fan’s expression turned cold the moment he walked out of that office, and he headed towards room No.1 on the third floor. He was walking back the same way he came, but he was in a different mood now.
“Beep! Recognized: Practice Partner Mu Fan. Please wait.” Mu Fan pressed down on the ringer.
“Ha, finally another sandbag. The Budokan sure is fast and efficient in this, but I hope this one isn’t garbage again. Tsk. Come in.” A deep voice full of mockery sounded from the microphone.
Mu Fan’s lips curled momentarily. As he walked into the room, he saw a shirtless young man break a wooden dummy with just one kick. The young man tilted his head and glared at Mu Fan when he heard the door opening.
This young man was about 20 years old, and he was taller than Mu Fan with an evenly built body. He had a ruthless expression on his face as he stared down at Mu Fan as if the latter was an animal that was about to be slaughtered.
He was Young Master Wen! The only son of the Second Senator of Planet Loga, Wen Zheming!
“They are really running out of people. Good job, Charison, hmph.” Wen Zheming retracted his leg as he stretched and beckoned at Mu Fan with his fingers.
“Come. Don’t worry, I don’t kill people, but that depends on whether you can withstand my strength or not.” He looked bloodthirsty, and he had the eyes of a psycho who was overly excited to torture his opponents with his bare fists and feet.
“Greetings, Young Master Wen.” Mu Fan didn’t react like how Wen Zheming expected. Mu Fan didn’t show any trace of fear, and he even had a hint of a smile inside his eyes.
Wen Zheming disliked the feeling of things going out of control and hated arrogant people even more. His brows pinched together slightly, unnoticeable to others, and he squinted his eyes as he coldly stared at this slim boy in front of him.
As if he didn’t see Young Master Wen’s expression, Mu Fan continued, “Young Master Wen, I’m a practice partner at the Starfall Budokan. I was sent here by Mr. Charison to be your temporary practice partner for one time only, and I hope you can enjoy your time here at the Starfall Budokan.”
Wen Zheming walked towards Mu Fan and stared down at him as he said coldly, “I hate arrogant people, so I won’t go easy on you. If you can’t withstand my attacks for at least an hour, I’ll be mad.”
“Okay, Young Master Wen, what if I can withstand more than an hour?” Wen Zheming’s eyes turned colder when Mu Fan questioned him with a faint smile on his face.
“Then, you can make a request. However, if you can’t last one hour…”
“Then, I’ll die,” Mu Fan said with a smile as he patted the punch target that he put on his hand.
“Alright, go die then!” There was madness in Wen Zheming’s eyes as he punched straight towards Mu Fan’s chest.
The smile disappeared on Mu Fan’s face as he raised his right arm in an upright position.
Pang! The fist struck the target with force, but it didn’t move further.
The two raised their heads and looked at each other at the same time!
Mu Fan didn’t move at all, and his left hand was still hanging at his side with his right hand guarding steadily in front of his chest.
“Hmph, you’ve got some abilities!” Wen Zheming licked his lips. The stronger the lamb, the more satisfaction I will get when slaughtering it. However, regardless of how strong a lamb is, it’s still a lamb in the end.
The blood-thirst flashed across his eyes again as he pulled back his fist. As the muscles in his arm tensed up, he threw a right hook straight towards Mu Fan’s temple.
Mu Fan shifted his head slightly when he moved his hand, and Wen Zheming didn’t catch that. However, Mu Fan only shifted his head a bit and stopped as his right hand moved towards his temple at a faster speed than Wen Zheming’s right hook, and his left hand was underneath his right hand for support.
Pang! The fist struck the punch target again, and Mu Fan still didn’t move a bit!
The force of the punch doubled Man Kun’s at 600KG, and it was blocked once again!
Is this stinky bug who should be easily crushed trying to prove his existence like this? Didn’t you see what happened to that buff dumb*ss? Wen Zheming continued to add more force as he smiled with madness in his eyes.
700KG! Wen Zheming only wanted to vent his anger! He was scolded last night by his dad who was a senator because he was trying to force the daughter of one of the lower-ranked senators to sleep with him, and that senator called his superior, putting the news to Wen Zheming’s dad.
He was furious, and he needed to vent it!
Why else would I come to this trash place? How could they inform my dad just for that woman, ruining my mood? Damn b*tch, dared to refuse me!
And you inferior animals in this district, watch how I beat you all until you kneel and beg before me. Hahahahaha!
This garbage practice partner in front of me dares to go up against me like this! Do you really think that you can walk out of here alive? Wen Zheming looked like a maniac as he punched faster and faster.
He noticed that Mu Fan’s body started to tremble more as he threw faster punches.
“You trash; that’s all from you? Stop defending and fight me! You piece of garbage!” Wen Zheming was raging with fire as he recalled Mu Fan’s discrete smile from a while ago. Who are you? Even a practice partner of this budokan dares to make a request from me?
It would be a joke if others in my circle learn that I made a bet with a practice partner.
Both of his arms exerted force!
Every punch Wen Zheming threw was towards the vital spots on Mu Fan’s body such as his eyes, ribcage, and heart. He didn’t use his full force because he wanted to enjoy the feeling of crippling his opponent little by little. He was going to cripple this young man before him even worse than the previous two added together. As his opponent was going to stare at him in despair, he would stomp him to death… Hahahaha…
Wen Zheming was punching at peculiar angles that were hard to dodge, and he was even more excited when he saw Mu Fan taking a step back.
Is that all? Well, you do have some abilities; you withstood me for this long. However… You trash! Now collapse!
More than 1,150KG of force, which was equivalent to the offensive power of a level-12 physique, was behind Wen Zheming’s fist as he threw it at Mu Fan with a vicious smile on his face.
Bam! A loud thud appeared. It sounded like leather was struck by something.
Mu Fan’s head was lowered, and his right arm was positioned before him in an instant.
It felt like rocks were thrown into the air and waves were clashing against the shore, but Mu Fan’s eyes were blazing.