Chapter 518: Chapter 293: 1 vs 100?
Walking towards the Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment spot, White Hair and his two companions happened to run into two familiar faces.
“What a coincidence, Twins Fatty, you two are coming as well?”
Hearing this nickname, a vein throbbed on Li Xiaoxi’s forehead, but he was slowly becoming more accepting in his heart.
William chuckled sheepishly after hearing it, glancing at Harry next to him.
Harry, the chubby one, was more casual with White Hair, “Mu Fan said he’s in charge of recruitment for the Swordsmanship Club, so I’m here to check it out. It’s freaking awesome. We’re all signing up to join clubs, and he’s actually recruiting people to join.”
Both ignored the nickname “Twins Fatty” as if it were invisible.
“What a coincidence, we are too, let’s do it together. If the Swordsmanship Club has a lot of girls, I might apply to join too.”
“Do you know swordsmanship?” Harry curiously asked.
Responding to Harry’s question, White Hair gave a knowing look, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, “I know ‘Insulting Skill.'”
All three of them looked at White Hair with admiration, while the candid camera maniac secretly covered his face.
Come on, he’s talking about the “insulting” of scoundrels, not the swordsmanship “sword,” you bunch of ignorant fools.
Seeing everyone respond so aptly, White Hair burst into hearty laughter.
Yeah, that’s right, he was always the group’s spiritual leader, and even though Mu Fan was the undisputed leader in terms of leadership, when it came to spirit, it belonged to him, Yin Shuai.
He should inspire more people to have faith in him!
Just then, two guys ran past them, puffing and panting, their conversation clearly heard.
“Hurry up, we can’t miss something this exciting, it’s said to be a spectacle that comes once in five years.”
“I’m exhausted, slow down, why are you so worked up over a once-in-five-years event?”
“Dumb bird, we’re at the Academy for at most four years. To catch such an awesome event is just luck, move it!”
White Hair suddenly reached out and grabbed the guy who brushed past him.
“What’s the rush? Tell me what’s going up.”
The guy, caught off guard and unable to shake off White Hair’s surprisingly strong grip, gave up struggling and said in a rush, “Let me go, there’s a fight at the entrance of the Swordsmanship Club. They say one guy is challenging over a dozen seniors from the Fighting Club. I can’t miss something this satisfying.”
“Hey, let go of me, will you?”
“Oh…” White Hair obediently released the guy, watching him sprint away.
A glint of excitement appeared in White Hair’s eyes, and he suddenly turned around, saying, “Such a thrilling event, let’s hurry over! This is a great opportunity to show our faces!”
Grabbing Li Xiaoxi with one hand and chubby Harry with the other, White Hair dashed off, following the two figures they saw earlier.
“Wait for me, brothers up ahead.”
Only super-sized William and Gu Yunyou, who had finally stopped drinking coffee, stood looking at each other, perplexed.
“I run a bit slow,” William said with his honest demeanor.
“I just had too much coffee; I need to hit the restroom first…” Gu Yunyou said, spreading his hands awkwardly.
“Then I’ll start running, you’ll definitely catch up with me when you come out.”
So the two of them, with a clear division of labor, started moving as well.
Not even a couple of minutes had passed before White Hair, running at full speed, had dragged the two to the Swordsmanship Club’s recruitment entrance.
Seeing the throng of people, White Hair blurted out in disbelief, “Are they holding a concert or what?”
“You ran me to death.”
The fatty was gasping for air, his face turning purplish-red; Li Xiaoxi patted his back with a slap.
Snap!
“~~~Inhale.”
The fatty’s complexion returned to normal, casting a grateful glance at the candid camera maniac, oblivious to the fact that his constipated expression was now eternally captured in the candid camera maniac’s Sky Communication.
“Excuse me, inside, that’s my brother.”
White Hair tapped the person in front of him, speaking in a low voice.
“The one standing or the one lying down?”
“Obviously the one standing.” Did he even need to ask? If it were the lying one, wouldn’t it be suicide going in there?
“Which one?”
Now that’s a tricky question…
So, with two dumbstruck onlookers behind him, White Hair pulled out a hundred Star Coin bill from his pocket and tossed it aside, then gave his shoulder a pat.
“Bro, you dropped your money.”
“Damn!”
…
“Someone behind you is picking your pocket, mate.”
…
“You didn’t drop any money? That’s of no use either, who let me be handsomer than you?” White Hair said with a smile as he forcefully dragged the shorter guy behind him.
The thrill of overpowering others with strength was truly wonderful.
Carrying the admiration and the two infinitely respectful gazes from behind.
White Hair turned his head and noticed the gazes of the two, slightly smiling, “There’s no need to worship me; handsome people are always this badass… come on, we’ve already reached the front, let’s see who’s inside… holy shit!”
In the center of the field, Mu Fan’s eyes were cold, and beside him already lay five people, while thirteen senior students were standing against him.
Mu Fan’s black eyes were undisturbed, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his voice as calm as always:
“Unfortunately, all of your assessments have failed.”
White Hair smacked his lips, then pulled Li Xiaoxi in front of him as a shield before he exclaimed in a low voice, “Awesome, my Mu Fan!”
“Then why did you pull me?”
“I’m afraid those guys might mistake that I’m with Mu Fan.”
“Aren’t we?”
“Right now we’re just ordinary onlookers; shut up, thank you.” White Hair’s natural dumbass aura finally managed to make the two dizzy.
Then he joined them in quietly watching the situation in the field.
When Mu Fan said those words, the senior students no longer charged at him like before.
This guy in black had just knocked down five of them with his bare hands!
And these five all had at least level 18 strength!
This is the Swordsmanship Club, right? That kid didn’t even have a weapon in his hands, and he actually knocked down the five of them with his bare fists.
The Fighting Club definitely suffered a huge blow this time.
White Hair, watching a buddy next to him shake his head in admiration, said, “This Swordsmanship Club is too badass. They look much fiercer than the Fighting Club. I want to join, too.”
Another new student beside him spoke with concern, “But I’m really worried; he’s been fighting all by himself up to now.”
That’s right, up to now, Mu Fan had been facing this bunch from the Fighting Club on his own.
Bing Su and the others nearby who wanted to rush out were stopped by Mu Fan’s gaze.
Rong Cheng hadn’t made a move until now; he knew he couldn’t beat this kid, so he was waiting.
“You really made a big taboo, offending both the Fighting Club and the student council. I’d like to see how you’ll get by in this school,” Rong Cheng said, still not worried in the slightest as he sneered at Mu Fan.
“Just two clubs…” Mu Fan’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
“Who’s talking so big, actually not taking the student council and the Fighting Club seriously?”
An uproar came from outside the arena, then the crowd parted, and a student in a black mandarin collar uniform appeared, followed by a group of students wearing black and yellow disciplinary badges.
“The head of the student council’s Disciplinary Department, Shao Qi!”
“It’s actually Director Shao Qi!”
At that moment, another even louder clamor came.
“Excuse us.”
“The Fighting Club is handling business.”
Mu Fan turned his head and this time, the onlooking crowd directly cleared a space.
Because this time nearly a hundred students wearing Fighting Club uniforms appeared, their expressions unfriendly, and the leader was a punk-haired boy wearing a fiery red fighting suit.
“That is… Kong Xiong, the head of recruitment for the Fighting Club this time!”
The two parties exchanged glances, saw Rong Cheng smiling in the center of the field, and then unhesitatingly walked to stand behind Rong Cheng.
They unequivocally chose a side to support.
Even the student council’s Disciplinary Department stood behind Rong Cheng, including Bing Su, everyone’s hearts plummeted into the abyss.
On the opposing side, there were now a full hundred people!
And all were high-grade students with combat capabilities!
The new students who wanted to join, couldn’t help but abandon their just-now thoughts; joining the Swordsmanship Club now seemed like a death wish.
Even if this black-clothed young man was fierce, there was no way he could handle this now.
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Outside the crowd, Wang Nuonuo and Chuchu had just arrived.
Youshi Wan had already seen the vast crowd and quickened her pace.
And in the midst of the crowd, a young man in a double-breasted suit watched Mu Fan with a detached gaze, his distinguished aura causing several girls nearby to sneak peeks at him.
Beside his ear, an excited voice rang out:
“Young Master, you’ve just been exceptionally recruited as a secretary department officer for the student council. Aren’t you going to seize this perfect opportunity to take sides?”
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