Vol 2 Chapter 228: My weapon is not a short stick

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"My name-Mohanda!"
In just five words, he heard the strong sense of glory and inexplicable power in the instructor's tone.
The peerless strong man who was always covered by the shabby cloak finally revealed his name at this moment.
The fighter instructor who Mu Fan called for so long, his original name is Mohanda?
He bowed his head and yelled sincerely, "Instructor Mo."
Mohanda only revealed such a real breath, and then went into hiding again. The moment the cloak was closed, the ancient well was restored to its state of wavelessness.
"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!"
When the real name was revealed, the fighter instructor put a real sternness on Mu Fan's tone.
Because from this moment, Mu Fan already knew whose inheritance he got!
As a leader of the Xeon race, his glory of Mohanda will continue in this world in another way.
From this moment, Mu Fan officially took over the glorious banner that had never been seen before.
"Instructor, I, Mu Fan, do what I say."
Mu Fan nodded his head, and the youth's enthusiasm had never weakened.
"About the strength training program, I will tell you along with the speed."
"Tell me your knowledge of speed below!"
Mu Fan thought about the scene where Shura rushed forward, his eyes sparkling, and he blurted out: "The ultimate speed is unparalleled power!"
"Good answer, tell me that I have seen the extreme speed of the human body."
"My instructor in the real world, within three meters, I fired, and he can do everything in the middle of swinging the knife. This is also the goal of my current training."
"Do you think this is the limit of the human body?"
"Perhaps... yes."
Mu Fan said uncertainly, but he really hadn't 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 and flew slowly.
"Old thing, what do you call Lord Ben. And Xiao Fanfan, is it pleasant to see Lord Black? Can you stop kicking me in the future."
Black turned the font and flew in the air.
"Hot Weapon Depot." Mohanda said lightly.
A row of laser rays in his black eyes cast a rectangular frame in front of him. When the light disappeared, Mu Fan saw a wall full of various guns.
It is more than ten meters long and three meters high on the walls are densely packed with firearms.
"Do you want to see where your limits are in the future? Look at me, what I can do...you can do the same in the future. Take down your gun at the time and shoot me."
Mu Fan glanced at the large-caliber pistol that was locked in it-Sandstorm 92.
In this world, Mu Fan is not worried about the damage that weapons can cause, let alone, the longer he stays, the more he discovers...
The instructor in front of him, who has always been silent to show others, is terrifying without bounds!
I thought I saw everything, but realized it was just the tip of the iceberg.
So Mu Fan raised his hand without any hesitation and shot.
A black shadow flashed.
boom!
Mu Fan only felt the metal stick in the opponent's hand spin and then stopped.
The other party was of course unscathed.
What about the bullet?
Mu Fan wanted to see the shot down on the ground, but there was none.
"Are you looking for it?"
The metal-covered left palm stretched out, and a flat warhead lay quietly in it.
The bullet just now was intercepted by the instructor in midair and caught in his hand! ?
But using a stick to cause all this, no matter how you look at the picture, it feels a bit contradictory.
"Is the speed you saw at the time like this?" the vicissitudes of life asked.
Mu Fan nodded, but shook his head again, "Instructor, your speed is faster than I saw... But at the time, it was a knife, a knife that was as fast as lightning, which split the bullet into two. Now The goal of my training is also to cut bullets with a knife. If I use a stick, it doesn’t match the picture I imagined in my heart."
Finally plucking up the courage, Mu Fan said: "Instructor, I want to try other weapons."
With the faint green light beating, Mo Handa watched Mu Fan quietly, a smile hung under the cloak.
At this time, the black who had been honestly parked in the air suddenly laughed wildly: "Old thing, let you not tell him, let you keep teaching him to use a stick, but now he thinks that you can only use a stick, laughing to death. My lord, if this goes back, I guess your reputation in this life will be ruined. No, hahahaha..."
boom!
The metal short stick in his hand disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had stayed where the black had just stopped, and the last black ha character echoed in this space, and it had been punched into the void again.
"Noisy."
As if slapped a fly, Mohanda raised his right hand and put it down, and the metal short stick in his hand began to rotate in his palm rhythmically.
"The young people nowadays are... impatient."
The short stick stopped turning and held it horizontally with his right hand, slowly raising it to be level with the line of sight.
"Boy, why didn't you expect that it made you such an impression...Do you want to see the real cutting bullet?"
There was light jumping in Mu Fan's eyes, and he seemed to feel the dissatisfaction in Mohanda's tone, but these words raised his curiosity infinitely.
"Go get a gun that fires fast enough."
In a low voice, Mu Fan took off an electromagnetic rapid-fire rifle when his eyes scanned.
Mohanda's left hand, also covered with metal, rests on the metal short stick, now forming a scene of holding the short stick with both hands horizontally.
Mu Fan's eyes widened.
"Explanation, my weapon is not a short stick. Of course, it is not what you see next."
There was a slight tremor in his hands, and then at this moment Mu Fan suddenly felt an extremely cold breath beginning to emerge from the heart.
Breath of darkness, start to activate spontaneously! ?
There seems to be some kind of strong reaction to what is about to happen.
This situation has only happened once before.
That was what appeared during the night attack of the Zeger tribe on the asteroid 131.
Mu Fan's eyes fixed on Mohanda's every move.
Rotate your left hand back, and turn your right hand slightly forward.
There was a slight sound of the machine, as if a small hidden mechanism was opened.
Then Mu Fan actually saw that the metal short stick turned out of it after the instructor twisted his hands in reverse—
split into two!
The hands stopped turning, Mu Fan couldn't help looking into the instructor's eyes.
There is a slight wrinkle on only a small part of the exposed chin~EbookFREE.me~ This is the stretch of the muscles when lifting the smile.
Both palms began to slowly pull to the sides.
A little faint green blossom came out from the center of the short stick, like a powder turned into a starry sky, with a little bit of starlight, gradually dissipating like smoke as the air flowed.
Mu Fan's heart lifted up, and now the feeling of echo in his heart became stronger and stronger, he seemed to be able to feel that the dark breath began to flow in that direction involuntarily.
Mohanda's hands were steady without a trace of shaking, and slowly pulled apart at a fixed frequency.
As the metal short rod was pulled apart, a bright green came out from the fracture and gradually solidified.
Green as jade, cold as ice.
The longer and longer faint green light beam reflected infinite brilliance on Mu Fan's pupils.
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