"No. 208 is good, focus on following up. I like this person's style." Someone in the circular suite in mid-air noticed the bloody fighting scene below and told the secretary with interest.

Wang Nuonuo just glanced down curiously, and happened to see this scene. When he saw the bloody Phil, he couldn't stand and returned to his seat. The pretended dignified and beautiful face was quite pale at the moment. Wang Nuonuo

I patted my chest and forced myself not to imagine that scene.

After experiencing Phil's scene, no one was in the mood to joke anymore, and the group of people fell silent.

Now these young people know that when they come here, they can only protect themselves and don't think about unnecessary things.

The exam continues!

Batch after batch keeps growing.

In Mu Fan's ears, there were constant sounds of victory and more screams, but in fact, more of them were candidates who were carried away silently.

In order to minimize competitors, everyone who came to power invariably made heavy moves.

Because just now that damn major suddenly announced a piece of news.

"This competition will set up a loser group, and the top twenty in the loser group will be used for other purposes!"

There is no further explanation, but such a sentence made all the candidates look at the opposite side even more unkindly.

No one wants to be eliminated but themselves!

Pajie came on the scene. This silly big guy actually had considerable strength. His opponent began to show off various moves, but with Pajie's heavy punch, the opponent's defense collapsed.

There were no fancy moves, Pajie was able to defeat ten at once. This most direct action actually won the favor of the referee. When Pajie came off the field, he saw the referee nodding affirmatively to him.

Soldiers especially like this kind of strong and strong soldiers. With a little training, such people will become excellent heavy firepower on the battlefield.

Mu Fan sat quietly and still didn't hear his exam number.

The next member of the trio is Chester. This young man's movements are quite smart. His opponent looks much older, and the appearance of his starting moves proves that he is definitely a veteran with rich fighting experience.

Chester kept wandering around, never giving the man a chance to get close to him.

After several trial attacks, Chester found that his attacks were unable to cause effective damage to the opponent. At this time, the man had begun to gradually approach and compress his movement space.

The man on the other side was already aroused by this flea-like young man, and he had already made up his mind that he would beat Chester until his face was red.

Chester suddenly laughed. Having just seen what happened to Phil, he was no longer prepared to fight to the end. He decided to leave an unforgettable scene to the opponent.

The nimble young man suddenly moved, lurched forward, and rushed into the opponent's arms before a quick slash. Then, with a snap, a slap hit the opponent's face, and then he evaded the attack with a few volleys and back flips.

While the opponent was covering his burning face, Chester rushed forward again, using his speed advantage to avoid the insidious kick, and received another crisp slap.

The other side finally went crazy!

Chester smiled and raised his hand to admit defeat!

This young man actually left a deep impression on the scene in this way. For a while, many people in the ring suite were asking for this young man's name, and it seemed that their interest was even stronger.

This young man has lost, which means that these wealthy consortiums can start robbing people now, and judging from his agility, it is obvious that he knows how to adapt.

The stunned opponent covered his face with burning eyes and looked at the young man who jumped off the stage lightly. Chester had returned to his camp and was talking and laughing with Eli and the others.

Mu Fan still closed his eyes and was adjusting his breathing. Now he had entered the state of dark breathing. He needed this absolutely calm state to continuously wash away his increasingly strong murderous intention.

Eli and others saw that Mu Fan had closed his eyes for forty minutes without moving at all, so they did not step forward to speak.

When Phil was beaten to death, there was no trace of emotion on Mu Fan's face, which obviously caused the alienation in their hearts.

"Chester, why are you like this?" Eli punched him lightly.

"There is no other way. I can't help but do this. Seeing Phil like that, I knew that if I couldn't go on, I had to jump out as soon as possible." Chester spread his hands indifferently, which can still be seen when he mentioned Phil.

Anxiety flashed across his face.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"Waiting for the invitation. Although I have no chance of going to school and joining the army, at least I can have a job to support my mother and sister." There was a trace of longing on Chester's face. He had found out the inside story of this place before he came. It can be said that he

Most of them actually prefer this stage to show themselves.

Someone behind him patted himself, and when he turned around, someone handed him a business card. Chester's face was filled with joy, as he finally arrived.

Eli and Pajie looked at their friends who left with smiles, and now there was one less person beside them.

Since entering this huge fighting arena, various small groups have also disbanded and separated in various ways.

Phil's life or death is unknown, Paj easily wins, and although Chester fails, he chooses to leave the way he likes.

Now that he was the only one left, Eli had no intention of watching the field. He kept looking up at the surroundings, and then looked down at the electronic nameplate. He was waiting for him to play.

Suddenly the electronic nameplate shook, followed by a broadcast.

However, it was not Eli who set off, but Mu Fan who had been meditating.

"No. 298 vs. No. 1578."

Eli looked at Mu Fan's back with complicated eyes and said nothing. On the other hand, the honest Pajie scratched his head and said in a low voice: "Mu Fan, come on!"

Mu Fan turned around and showed a friendly smile, nodding towards the two of them.

What the two of them saw in Mu Fan's eyes was calmness, the kind of transcendent calm.

They actually felt a calm master's demeanor in the young man in front of them.

There were 8,000 people in the venue, and 120 people were fighting at the same time. No one would pay special attention to this ordinary boy, because Mu Fan's size was not noticeable among this group of people.

"Why does that figure look so familiar?"

"Isn't that the pervert we picked out in the exam?"

However, there were candidates in the crowd who were still in area D in the morning. They accidentally glanced at it and discovered that this young man with extremely abnormal physical fitness had entered the exam so quietly.

A group of ignorant people around me still pay no attention.

"It's him!"

Zhang Yuanren was wrapping the gauntlet carefully. As soon as he finished wrapping the thread around his thumb, he heard whispers coming from beside him.

"abnormal?"

He raised his head and saw Mu Fan's profile.

"It's him!"

The thread in his hand tightened, and Zhang Yuanren began to stare at Mu Fan's every move.

Mu Fan, who was walking, paid no attention to the glances from around him. With a light leap, Mu Fan jumped onto the platform.

No. 298 also slowly came on stage. He was slightly taller than Mu Fan, with well-defined muscles. He only wore a pair of linen cropped pants, his fists were barefoot, and he showed a tough starting stance.

Mu Fan stood casually, his eyes calm.

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