Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 309 - 84: Return to the Official Battle Net
Chapter 309: Chapter 84: Return to the Official Battle Net
“Core trainee, not good enough, how come you’re only ranked 19th?”
This grating voice made the passing students stop in their tracks.
Who was this, daring to ridicule the Barbarian?
The onlookers held their breath, waiting for Mu Fan to explode and take down the person opposite him without a word.
But to everyone’s surprise, the usually furious young man stood there quietly now, “Are you done talking? Move aside if you’re done.”
Mu Fan gestured casually with his hand, signaling for the person to give way.
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The person who had issued the challenge was now alternating between pale and flushed, stealing glances at Young Master Zhang to see if he would stand up for him, but to his surprise, even one second seemed excruciatingly long, as Young Master Zhang continued to converse in a low voice, appearing not to notice the scene.
To simply step aside would mean losing face.
So he gritted his teeth, preparing to stand his ground, ready to dodge if necessary.
But Mu Fan was already out of patience and took a step forward.
The challenger shuddered, involuntarily making way.
The surrounding crowd burst into laughter instantly; they realized he was just a paper tiger.
They thought he would be tough, but it turned out he was just relying on Young Master Zhang, who had no intention of standing up for him at all. He had overplayed his hand this time.
Amidst the scoffs of the surrounding crowd, the challenger turned from red to white. He wanted to retort as Mu Fan walked away, but the fierce glance from Young Master Zhang unintentionally scared him into shrinking back.
Mu Fan didn’t even bother to take a second glance, continuing forward nonchalantly.
“This round of training, I’ve locked down the 2 credits in advance.”
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind, causing Mu Fan to pause. It was Young Master Zhang’s voice.
Now things were heating up.
Mu Fan halted his footsteps, then slowly said, “It’s only been half a day.”
After saying that, he walked away without stopping.
Only half the day had passed…
The students behind watched his receding figure, silenced by Mu Fan’s casual remark.
“Hmph, what’s there to boast about, half a day has already gone and he’s more than halfway behind,” the disrespectful voice sounded again as Mu Fan walked further away.
But by then, no one was paying him any attention.
20 credits, the temptation of this training was huge.
Mu Fan ate alone, ignoring even White Hair’s invitation, silently finishing his lunch and then heading back to the Special Training Hall.
Mu Fan attempted to challenge the first rank again, but this time K did not appear; it was K’s illusion.
With 120% attributes, there’s no nonsense talk, giving Mu Fan a taste of being crushed to smithereens once again.
After failing three times in a row, his progress remained stuck at the 3-star Martial Arts Hall. Major Lin Hao, who was observing the data distribution chart, furrowed his brow deeply. What was going on with Mu Fan? It could have been excusable in the morning, but the lack of breakthrough in the afternoon really was unacceptable.
He had no idea that after failing, Mu Fan did not attempt any more challenges, but instead started to mimic the video of his first fight with K in the solitary Fighting Skill training hall.
When Mu Fan faced the second honorary director of this Martial Arts Hall, he finally decided not to continue the practice.
The illusion of K1-2 fell, and Mu Fan rubbed his wrists.
There was no need to train these two moves any longer; it was time to put them into practice!
Mu Fan’s eyes shone brightly; he had already locked onto a new target. It was to find the lv2 of this Martial Arts Hall. According to the naming sequence, he was sure to find it again in a Martial Arts Hall of a higher star level.
Mu Fan finally stepped out of the 3-star Martial Arts Hall. At this moment, Young Master Zhang at the highest rank had already sprinted to the 6-star Martial Arts Hall, even becoming the 7th honorary director to consolidate his position.
He didn’t know that at this moment, in the Light Computer room, Lin Hao was almost frantically shouting.
Mu Fan, his highly regarded core trainee, why was he still stuck at the 3-star Martial Arts Hall after nearly a day?
Mu Fan was now scanning information on the 4-star Martial Arts Hall; he had not found the keyword “Golden Physical Rehabilitation Center,” so there was no so-called lv2 Martial Arts Hall. What was going on?
Wasn’t he supposed to look higher?
So, giving up the search, Mu Fan casually picked a 4-star Martial Arts Hall.
The opponent, seeing Mu Fan’s Black Iron Arm Badge and ready to mock, did not expect Mu Fan to advance with a regulation step. The opponent’s intention to retreat was interrupted by a hand lightly resting on his shoulder.
The four fingers pressing on the shoulder made it immobile.
Mu Fan’s smile suddenly appeared in the opponent’s vision.
Cervical Physiotherapy Skill!
With a loud crash, the opponent’s cervical spine exhibited an unnatural twist, and their health bar instantly dropped to zero.
Crack, crack, Mu Fan moved his neck, checking the system display to see that his own health had only decreased by a small fraction, suggesting that his movements were becoming increasingly standard. Because he was taking less and less damage, he was finally beginning to grasp the essence of this Fighting Skill.
Now, Mu Fan was growing increasingly fond of this brutal Fighting Skill.
After succeeding in the 4-star challenge, Mu Fan succeeded in two consecutive sequence challenges. By the end of the first day, he had earned 335 honor points, but by this time, Young Master Zhang had already amassed a whopping 685 honor points!
When the training ended, Young Master Zhang’s group’s mockery had reached an unbridled extent. Half a day had passed, and the gap had not only failed to close but had widened even further.
Looking at Mu Fan’s silently retreating figure, a group of people had already started laughing with schadenfreude.
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A common student lacking staying power.
This was the impression Mu Fan left on these noble students after the first day’s Special Training in the Virtual Cabin.
After dinner, when everyone had returned to their dorms to rest, Mu Fan lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling, his eyes starting to fight each other—this was the precursor before he fell asleep.
“Mu Fan, what happened today? This ranking isn’t right. Others may not know your strength, but I do. What the hell were you doing all day?”
“…Studying Fighting Skills.”
The questioner, White Hair, was suddenly stuck. Could one study Fighting Skills inside the Battle Net?
His brother-in-law and the others had rushed in like Mad Dogs, including senior students and even pre-graduates who had participated in Mercenary missions.
“Damn!”
At this wave of casual showing off, Yin Shuai could only give a thumbs up.
“I won’t give up on the 2 credits,” Mu Fan emphasized once again.
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The next morning, Mu Fan was the earliest to arrive, entering the Virtual Cabin at the earliest possible time.
Black, who was always active online, noticed Mu Fan’s log-in notification the moment it appeared.
“Heh heh, warm-up is over!”
When the dark scene switched over, what was before Mu Fan was no longer the diverse and bustling Fantasy Fighting Zone, but an ancient circular stone building construction. Under several giant screens erected within, many people were standing and watching.
Today, having made some sort of decision, Mu Fan was still taken aback by the scene in front of him. Why… were the people here so young today?
And everyone was dressed almost identically!
The only similarity was the 1-9 star Martial Arts Hall challenge entrance.
Despite the sudden change in the scene, Mu Fan didn’t think much of it, as today he had only one purpose—
To climb the rankings!
Stepping into the 5-star challenge entrance, Mu Fan chose random mode.
“Qiyun Martial Arts Hall.”
“UnDC010091 versus UnTY020073.”
Hmm, identical numerical codes?
Taoyun Academy!
“Ding Chuan, a first-year student? Heh, I can only say you’re unlucky; you shall not pass,” said a youth, probably in his twenties, looking at Mu Fan’s slightly immature face with a hint of a smile, believing 2 honor points were in the bag.
“Yesterday…”
“You talk too much.”
With a step, Mu Fan’s figure quivered and he left an afterimage.
The youth on the other side, speaking halfway, suddenly paused, stomping his feet and jumping back as a fist narrowly missed his nose.
Mu Fan had no reaction, retracting his fist and bowing down to gather strength before striking again, fast as lightning.
Mu Fan, accustomed to combat in the Fantasy Zone, had developed his own fighting style against endless supernatural long-range attacks.
Strike first!
Unbeknownst to Mu Fan, carrying his Fantasy Fighting Skills, he began his first battle returning to the official internal net—
Battling against Taoyun!
