Chapter 37 (1/2)

Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

Bam! Dust dispersed into the air as an invisible airwave formed between the two.

Wen Zheming’s fist stopped when it reached the muscles in Mu Fan’s tensed arm right above the elbow. While he was satisfied with the powerful and violent punch he just threw, he was also slightly confused.

Why didn’t I hear the sound of a bone fracturing?

He could feel his fist moving as Mu Fan’s arm moved.

Wen Zheming looked up when Mu Fan slowly pulled back the arm, and he could see the unyielding spirit in Mu Fan’s eyes as well as that faint smile.

“You!” Wen Zheming was unable to hide his shock as he stared at Mu Fan and had to move back his right arm with the help of his left hand.

The Great Leap Cannon Punch that Mu Fan had forced him to use caused him to lose almost all the sensation in his right arm. He felt fatigue all over his body and would need a period of time to recover.

“Young Master Wen, you can’t move your arm anymore, right?” Mu Fan asked with something inexplicable in his eyes.

Wen Zheming tightly covered his wrist as he said angrily, “You!”

“Young Master Wen, I believe you would know the consequence if your fist had landed on my elbow instead.” Mu Fan slowly lowered his arm and said with a sincere expression, angering Young Master Wen so much that he almost died. “But I am just a practice partner here, and I love this job. So, do you want to continue?”

Do you want to continue?… Conti…nue?

Wen Zheming felt like he was going to blackout as blood rushed into his head.

He had been training with skilled combat masters from the military since he was five years old, and he had been beaten to the ground countless times and was treated using the top-tier body-tempering liquid on this planet. The training that he went through was so hellish that normal people could have never even imagined. He was sent into the army reserves when he was 12 and had killed someone when he was 13. Then, after he returned to normal society three years later, he became the well-known Young Master Wen for his cruelty and brutality in his circle.

Continue? Now he was being asked this question by a practice partner in the Budokan in the sincerest tone.

Wen Zheming spat onto the ground in the end as he thought to himself, I… Like the f*ck I’ll continue! His right arm could be barely lifted as he had drained all energy by using that punch.

But clearly, this boy is restraining himself because of something and doesn’t dare to cause any real harm to me.

“Hmph.” Young Master Wen didn’t even want to speak as he had a mixed expression on his face. He never would have thought that this boy could take the force on level-17!

Mu Fan stood up straight and slowly walked to Wen Zheming, who had a fierce expression as he said softly, “Young Master Wen.”

Wen Zheming finally stopped looking at Mu Fan as if the latter was an inferior animal. One’s strength would speak for themselves, and this boy was qualified for him to look at in another light.

“Speak,” Wen Zheming spat out one word without any emotions.

“I’m wondering if your words still count?”

Wen Zheming immediately understood what Mu Fan was trying to get at. He narrowed his eyebrows and said coldly, “Say it.”

“Mr. Man Kun whose leg got broken on the first day; he’s my friend,” Mu Fan slowly spoke up after thinking for a while.

“And?” Wen Zheming’s brows pinched together.

“He’s my friend.” Mu Fan stared straight into Wen Zheming’s eyes.

“You sure that you want to bring this up?” Wen Zheming’s expression became vicious, the trace of admiration that he had for Mu Fan was gone in an instant.

“I’m sure.” Mu Fan smiled innocently.

Wen Zheming stared at Mu Fan without saying anything. When he saw the calmness in Mu Fan’s eyes, his good mood after venting out his rage was gone.

He suddenly felt bored by all of this, and he waved his hand and said, “Man Kun, right? Okay, I get it.”

Mu Fan stood there and didn’t move.

Wen Zheming sat back down onto the sofa as if he didn’t see Mu Fan, and he pressed the intercom button of the Budokan.

“I’m Wen Zheming; tell Charison to come up.”

“You can leave now,” Wen Zheming said as he waved his hand at Mu Fan. “Charison will let you know later.”

Mu Fan squinted his eyes and gazed at Wen Zheming deeply before he turned around and left the room.

Mu Fan didn’t immediately head downstairs after he left the room. Instead, he walked through two corridors and made a turn, arriving at training room no. 4.

The fight lasted less than an hour, and Chubby Harry wasn’t there yet, so Mu Fan headed straight for the training bench and sat down to wait.

He suddenly smiled.