Chapter 456 My Weapon Is Not a Short Stick

"My name - Mohanda!"

In just five words, I could hear the strong sense of honor and inexplicable power in the instructor's tone.

The peerless powerhouse who was always covered by the worn cloak finally revealed his name at this moment.

Mu Fan called the fighter instructor for so long, his original name was Mohanda?

He lowered his head, bowed his body, and shouted sincerely: "Instructor Mo."

Mohanda only showed such a trace of real breath, and then hid again, and the moment the cloak was closed, he regained the state of the ancient well without waves.

"Mu Fan, you want to see the real force, I will let you see it, I hope you will never retreat on the way forward as you said!"

After revealing his real name, the fighter instructor's tone of voice towards Mu Fan brought a hint of real sternness.

Because from this moment, Mu Fan already knew whose inheritance he got!

As the leader of the most powerful race, the glory of Mohandar will continue in this world in another way.

From this moment, Mu Fan officially took over the invisible flag of glory from his hands.

"Instructor, I, Mu Fan, will do what I say."

Mu Fan nodded heavily, the young man's passion had never diminished in the slightest.

"About the training program for strength, I will tell you along with the speed."

"Tell me your perception of speed!"

Mu Fan thought about the scene of Shura rushing forward, his eyes were agitated, and he blurted out: "Extreme speed is unparalleled strength!"

"Very good answer, tell me that I have seen the extreme speed of the human body."

"My instructor in the real world, within three meters, if I shoot, he can split everything into two with a swing of a knife. This is also the goal of my training at this stage."

"Do you think this is the limit of the human body?"

"Perhaps... yes."

Mu Fan said uncertainly, but he had never seen a stronger person.

"For ordinary people, yes, but for you, no!"

Mohanda shouted into the void: "Black."

Suddenly, a silver-white metal ball appeared, and the two electronic eyes on it narrowed their eyes, and flew towards it slowly.

"Old man, what are you calling my lord? And Xiao Fanfan, are you surprised to see lord Hei? Can you stop kicking me again?"

Hei was flying in the air in a figure eight.

"Hot Arsenal." 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 guns.

It is more than ten meters long, and the three-meter-high wall is densely packed with guns.

"Do you want to see where your limit will be in the future? Look at me, what I can do... you can do the same in the future. Take off your gun at the time and shoot me."

Mu Fan locked on the large-caliber pistol among them - the Sandstorm 92.

In this world, Mu Fan doesn't worry about the damage that weapons can cause, not to mention, the longer he stays, the more he realizes...

The instructor in front of him, who had always been silent, was so terrifyingly powerful!

I thought what I saw was all, but found that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

So Mu Fan raised his hand without any hesitation and shot.

A black shadow flashed past.

boom!

Mu Fan only felt the metal stick in the opponent's hand spin and then stop.

The opponent was of course unscathed.

What about bullets?

Mu Fan wanted to see the knocked down bullets on the ground, but he didn't.

"You looking for it?"

The metal-covered left palm stretched out, and a warhead that had become flat 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 of this makes the picture feel a bit inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

"Is the speed you saw at that time like this?" the vicissitudes of life asked.

Mu Fan nodded, but shook his head again, "Instructor, your speed is faster than what I have seen... But at that time, it was a knife, a knife as fast as lightning, which split the bullet in two. Now The goal of my training is also to cut bullets with a knife, if I use a stick, it doesn't quite match the picture I imagined in my heart."

Finally plucking up the courage, Mu Fan said, "Instructor, I want to try other weapons."

The faint green light danced, and Mohanda watched Mu Fan quietly, with a smile hanging under the cloak.

At this time, Hei, who had been staying in the air obediently, suddenly laughed wildly: "Old man, you told him not to tell him, and you kept teaching him how to use a stick, but now he thinks you only know how to use a stick. My lord, if this matter goes back, I guess your reputation in this life will be ruined. No way, hahahaha..."

boom!

The metal short stick in his hand disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already stopped at the position where Hei had been just now, and Hei's last word Ha was still echoing in this space, and he had been driven into the void again.

"Noisy."

Like slapping a fly away, Mohanda lowered his raised right hand, and the short metal stick in his hand began to rotate rhythmically in the palm of his hand.

"Young people these days are really...impatient."

Stop turning the short stick, hold it horizontally with your right hand, and lift it up slowly to be at eye level.

"Boy, why didn't I expect to have such an impression on you... Do you want to see the real cut bullet?"

There was light in Mu Fan's eyes, and he seemed to feel the dissatisfaction in Mohanda's tone, but this sentence aroused his curiosity infinitely.

"Go get a gun that fires fast enough."

After saying a word in a deep voice, Mu Fan took off an electromagnetic rapid-fire rifle when his eyes glanced over it.

Mohanda's left hand, also covered in metal, rests on the short metal stick, now forming a picture of two hands holding the short stick horizontally.

Mu Fan's eyes widened.

"Let me explain, my weapon is not a short stick. Of course, it's not what you see next."

His hands trembled slightly, and at this moment Mu Fan suddenly felt an extremely cold aura begin to emerge from his heart.

The dark breath began to activate spontaneously! ?

There seemed to be some sort of backlash against what was about to happen.

This has only happened once before.

That's what happened on asteroid 131 when the Zegs attacked at night.

Mu Fan's eyes fixed on Mohanda's every move.

Rotate the left hand back, and gently rotate the right hand forward.

There was a slight sound of the mechanism, as if a hidden small mechanism was opened.

Then Mu Fan saw that after the instructor twisted his hands in reverse, the short metal stick came out of it——

split into two!

His hands stopped moving, and Mu Fan couldn't help looking into the instructor's eyes.

There is a slight wrinkle on the only small part of the chin that is exposed, which is the stretching of muscles when a smile is brought up.

Both palms began to slowly pull to the sides.

A faint green glow protruded from the center of the short stick, like the powder of the starry sky, with a little bit of starlight, it gradually dissipated like smoke with the flow of air.

Mu Fan's heart rose, and now the sense of echo in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, he seemed to feel the dark breath began to rush in that direction involuntarily.

Mohanda's hands were steady without any trembling, and they were slowly pulled apart at a fixed frequency.

As the short metal stick was pulled apart, a bright emerald green appeared from the cut and gradually solidified.

Green as jade, cold as ice.

The longer and longer green light beam reflected infinite brilliance in Mu Fan's pupils.