Chapter 919 I Don't Care Who You Were Before!

At this moment Zhang Shaotang is really handsome and martial.

It's just that Mu Fan squinted his eyes and looked at this elite student who spoke honestly. The two had drifted apart since the special training.

"Why didn't you stand up when I needed you before?"

"The spirit of Dingchuan is not just talking about it, but actually doing it."

"The classmates were humiliated, but you didn't come out. The college was humiliated, but you didn't come out. Now that the provocative person has fallen, you have come out."

Mu Fan shook his head, "You really let me down."

That kind of tone, that kind of sharp-edged aura, at this moment completely crushed Zhang Shaotang, a noble descendant from Capital Star.

Zhang Shaotang opened his eyes angrily. He stared at Mu Fan, and said word by word: "You know what honor is! If people know that exchange students are attacked in the academy, then the reputation of the academy will be truly tarnished!"

"Your background determines that your vision is narrow, but I didn't know that you have become so sophisticated now!"

He never thought that the bumpkin back then would have such sharp words at this moment.

Zhang Shaotang's impassioned words immediately aroused applause from the exchange students.

Scott's face became less icy, and he looked at Zhang Shaotang and praised: "Student Zhang's demeanor is a role model for his peers. I will definitely advise the students of our school to have more contacts with Zhang. Our Dawn Academy has a statement!"

After speaking, he looked at Mu Fan coldly.

"You stunned student, I want you to understand that the Federal First Academy is definitely not someone like you who can provoke you. I want you to understand that there are still things in this world that you should be in awe of. You said that if your academy puts You were expelled...would you be afraid? Would your college be afraid of the pressure from Suguang?"

Hearing this, all the onlookers were filled with anger at the same time, those boys stared and almost rolled up their sleeves and rushed in.

After finishing speaking, Scott looked at Mu Fan with complacency in his eyes, and looked around, pretending to be plain sarcastic for everyone to hear.

Mu Fan's eyes were flat, and amidst the sound of his quiet breathing, the discussions around him stopped by themselves.

"Have you said enough?"

Mu Fan stared at Scott, and said flatly, "Get out of the way when you've said enough."

"You, aren't you afraid!"

"Ah."

Mu Fan smiled calmly. There was no tension on his face, nor was there any guilt or concealment. He just looked at the other side with that kind of unusually stable eyes, and then slowly said:

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid? Is it because my academy is at the bottom?"

This sentence was earth-shattering, and Mu Fan said it plainly without any cruel facts, but ended with a serious rhetorical question.

The atmosphere on the Internet, which was still in full swing a second ago, suddenly became extremely quiet.

Then a volcanic eruption of anger was suppressed and accumulated in their chests, and there was excitement in their eyes.

At this moment, all their eyes fell on Mu Fan, and they expected this man who would rather not bend at this moment to tell them the answer.

next second.

Mu Fan's tone suddenly became indifferent and cold, and an indifferent smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"If this is the case, then what is the purpose of hard work and struggle? Isn't it just to...step you down."

not just for...

Step on you!

Ambition, ferocity, no fear, just that kind of poise and directness from head to toe.

A commoner student from the lowest-ranked college blatantly uttered his inner monologue.

The moment I heard this sentence, countless students who saw and heard this scene, as long as they still had that sense of honor and mission in their hearts, seemed to be ignited with a passion that has never been extinguished.

Yes, we work together for the honor of the academy, isn't it just to step you down!

Calm words, with extremely strong self-confidence.

When a man has the power to rival the world, then his language, his figure, his momentum, and his every move will naturally become the focus of the crowd.

At this moment, Mu Fan is like Shura who has drawn out his sword!

Go forward with honor and faith.

"Such a disgusting face, hmph...I'm going to educate him, Dongye."

The blond-haired Grote also lost the charming smile in his eyes, and looked at Dongye Fei expressionlessly.

"You are not his opponent." Dong Yefei said lightly. Although the harsh words made him angry, he would not cheat Grote for no reason. After all, he was his man.

"Spencer is careless, but I won't." With a cold smile on his face, Grote blinked his eyes lightly, and there was a rustle in the sleeves of his arms.

Dong Yefei narrowed his eyes, "Think about it, I still say the same thing, I don't recommend you to go."

"It's okay to let this idiot, Boat, come up after I fall down. Brothers, turn on Tianxun, take a picture of this scene and send it back."

With a shake of his hands, two metal landing sounds sounded.

Two silvery metal sticks suddenly appeared in the hands of the handsome blond Grote.

Gently twisting his hands, and then countless metal thorns spread out on that smooth metal surface!

A look of excitement and coldness flashed in his eyes.

Grote sprinted out.

Two [metal thorns] made harsh friction sounds on the ground, and two streams of sparks shot out.

At this moment, Grote was two points faster than the previous Spencer, with blonde hair behind him, and his handsome and charming appearance left afterimages on the spot in an instant.

No one expected such a sudden change at this moment.

Someone from Dawn Academy actually took out a weapon!

"Grass!"

The passionate students on the Internet couldn't help cursing angrily.

And the exchange group of the four colleges shouted hello at the same time.

Both sides are aroused anger!

Grote's figure was about to fly before Mu Fan's eyes in the next second.

Three meters behind Mu Fan, the two women stared wide-eyed, wanting to remind them.

At this moment, Mu Fan finally moved.

The icy-cold and dead psionic aura in the heart flooded into the legs in an instant.

And this time the influx is much stronger than before.

The two trouser legs were bulging visible to the naked eye, shaking rapidly, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

hum.

The place where Mu Fan's feet were standing sank five centimeters in an instant, and his pair of bright knife-like eyes looked directly at the afterimage of the other party.

Raise your right foot high, take your left foot as the center of the circle, and turn sideways.

The whole person turned into a straight line and aimed at the two flames that were rushing towards him!

Then……

At this moment, all the psionic aura on the right leg was compressed on the sole of the foot.

Mu Fan also stomped at the same moment.

boom!

It was as if a heavy pile driver had blasted into the ground.

A circle of water light appeared in the air.

That is the scene where the gas explodes after extreme compression.

Starting from Mu Fan's falling right foot, the stone slab within five meters in front exploded!

It was like a wave of earth rising up when a missile hit the ground.

Shock and anger flashed across the face of Grote, who had just rushed into the five-meter range ahead, and then a terrifying force came from the soles of his feet, and his body jumped up uncontrollably.

At this extreme moment, Grote adjusted his body in the air, and the metal thorns in his hands drew afterimages under the powerful arms and swept towards Mu Fan.

this moment!

Mu Fan's eyes flashed like wolves, the veins on the back of his right hand were bulging, and the blood vessels were swollen.

The five fingers spread out like eagle claws, and then twisted and clenched into a fist, as if drawing a giant bow, it seemed to be drawn slowly to the side of the waist.

Inhale in the abdomen, and the chest cavity bulges high.

Then he swung his head towards Grote violently, and a breath of energy visible to the naked eye spit out from his mouth.

The strength of the whole body emanates from the waist.

Facing Grote, who was flying up in the air, his right fist suddenly came from the side of his waist.

Like a cannonball blasted violently.

Dingchuan Fighting Technique · B-Class Martial Arts——

A big punch!

The pupils of those masters in the exchange group suddenly shrank into needlepoints.

Mu Fan's fierce punch pierced through the air in an instant, at a speed several times faster than metal thorns...

It hit Grote's stomach heavily.

With all his strength, Grote slammed the two thorns in front of him with his eyes flushed.

The thorns are put into the body of the stick, and the arms are crossed.

Then……

boom!

The two short sticks made of fine steel alloy seemed to meet the stamping hammer, and they were instantly smashed into a right angle.

Then the fist with exposed veins hit Grote's abdomen heavily.

The punch directly blew up Grote's academy uniform on his abdomen, revealing the... body armor that exploded inside.

A mouthful of blood mist traced more than ten meters in the air.

From where, where to go.

The powerful fist force blasted the six Shuguang students on this straight line through Grote in front of Boat, who was over two meters tall...

just stopped.

The white-eyed Grote and the six students stacked together seemed to have encountered a terrible car accident, with blood and wailing all present.

From Mu Fan to these people, a straight blank road appeared.

On this road, no one stands anymore.

On both sides of this road, no one dares to laugh at it.

Terrified, pale, shocked, all kinds of expressions are endless.

The blue veins return, and the fist is closed.

Retract your right foot and turn around.

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the "group of people" who were spitting blood at the end of the front.

Those cold eyes stared forward, then glanced around indifferently.

The cold words slipped out of his mouth:

"I will not kill, I will only disable."

"Today, I'm here to tell you, no matter who you were before..."

"In Dingchuan, give me honestly..."

"Curled up."

The entire Ninth Corridor was completely silent.

The entire Dingchuan intranet was completely silent.

In order to recharge the knowledge base and recharge thesaurus, during the recent crazy purchases, I spent 1700 oceans and bought 53 books. This chapter was written after reading two books of Quanyiquan. I don't know if I wrote the feeling of the martial artist's sophistication and bravery. I am slowly trying to figure it out.