64: C64 Live Target

C64 Live Target

After the fatty finished speaking, his face was filled with a sense of pride.

"The heavenly calamity squad huh!"

Ye Xuan murmured, after which, she looked at the fat guy with her beautiful eyes and said: "Can I join this heaven's punishment team?"

"Of course!" After hearing that, Fatty's eyes lit up and he quickly nodded his head. With a beauty joining in, he was naturally the first to agree.

Zhang Fan laid there with a wry smile on his face. This bastard had completely lost all resistance when he saw a beauty. However, Ye Xuan told him that it would be hard for him to refuse, so he also chose to tacitly accept.

Seeing the fatty agree, a happy smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face as she sweetly thanked him.

When the fatty heard this, he suddenly felt dizzy, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Boss, we can now apply for a medal, a medal that belongs to our Heaven's Punishment Squad. Of course, we also have the qualifications to apply for the Heaven's Punishment Squad in Dragon Martial Academy."

Zhang Fan revealed a curious expression when he heard this. He had always thought that once it was created, it would be created. As long as his own people knew about it, it would be fine.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly and said, "Wait for my injury to recover."

"Yes." Fatty nodded his head and said, "Boss, then please take a good rest. I'm going out." With that, he turned around and walked outside.

Two days later, Zhang Fan and Fatty arrived at one of the school's offices. The entire room was dimly lit, and there were a lot of people in the huge office.

"If you want to be certified, you need to defeat someone before you tell them about your medal concept. They will help you set up your medal, and after that, everyone will have to come here to register. And the team's overall evaluation is also done here."

As the fat man spoke, he led Zhang Fan to a counter. There were many people lining up there, and the person in charge of registration was a middle-aged man with a cold expression.

After the two of them queued up, they began to patiently wait.

"Hehe, now we have ten people in our team, there are still two beauties!" Speaking of beauties, the fat guy started to drink once again.

The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched once more. This guy dared to be so lewd. Swing Point

Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled helplessly once more and patiently waited for the fatty to finish.

After about 20 minutes, it was their turn. The middle-aged man looked at them and said, "What team?"

"Heaven's Punishment!" Seeing how cold the man was, Zhang Fan's voice also became slightly indifferent.

"Heaven's Punishment!" Hearing this name, the middle-aged man had a strange look in his eyes. Then, he said, "The name is not bad, I hope you don't drag this name down."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

"The name of the captain and vice-captain," the man said again.

"Captain Feng Ling, vice-captain Elkoran," Zhang Fan said after hearing this.

After the man heard this, he leveled up and gave Zhang Fan a number plate. He pointed to the right side and said, "Go over there and line up. Once you pass, you can get the medal."

"Okay." Zhang Fan nodded. He looked at the sign and saw a number 38 on it, followed by the word 'Heaven's Punishment'.

Ye Zichen smiled, then walked towards the right with Fatty in tow.

Arriving at the right side, under the dim light, they found a room. They directly walked in and found around thirty people waiting inside.

After the two of them entered, they immediately attracted the attention of many people. However, after sweeping a glance at the two of them, they also shifted their gaze away.

While he was still curious, a man walked out from the room with a helpless look on his face. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out and said, "The Gold Team audit has failed. Next number 12 …"

A man stood up and walked inside. Five minutes later, he walked out with a wry smile on his face.

"See this? If you want to pass the audit, you must first have a stronger captain," the fatty whispered into Zhang Fan's ear.

Zhang Fan nodded, but did not say anything.

As time passed, more and more people walked into the room. Of course, there were also those who left. Those who were eliminated had bitter smiles on their faces, while those who passed the examination had happy smiles on their faces.

Roughly an hour later, it was Zhang Fan's turn.

"Next number thirty-eight!" The man scanned the room and said.

"Boss, it's your turn. You have to work hard. Whether the heavenly calamity succeeds or not depends on you," the fatty said excitedly.

"Definitely succeed!"

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up as he walked over.

When the man saw Zhang Fan being so young, his eyes showed some surprise. Without saying anything, he led the way in.

Zhang Fan followed him inside. Although the lighting was still dim, Zhang Fan was able to clearly see what was going on inside.

The entire city was very spacious and he could clearly feel the Heaven and Earth powers in the air that had yet to dissipate.

"Pick a person and start a fight. Keep it undefeated for ten minutes, or defeat your opponent. Pass," said the man who had brought Zhang Fan in.

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head lightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He then looked at those people and pointed at one of them. "Him?"

The man leading the way had a surprised look on his face. Other people would have to choose only one person after a long time. Who would have thought that Zhang Fan would choose a person without even looking? He was confident in his own strength.

Of course, the man wouldn't say much. After all, this was someone else's business, and he didn't have the right to say anything.

The man walked out and his gaze landed on Zhang Fan. He did not use any weapons, his bare hands.

Surprise appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Let's begin!" The man spoke slowly. As soon as his voice fell, the bare-handed man immediately spread out his right hand. A red light rose and in an instant, the man's aura started to rise.

"Beast spirit!"

Zhang Fan glanced over and discovered that his opponent's martial soul was an exceptionally ferocious magical beast. Moreover, he could tell at a glance that it was an existence in the form of power. Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. His opponent's strength was definitely on the level of a Martial Grand Master.

Seeing the other party's aura growing more and more powerful, his eyes lit up. He opened his right hand, and as the purple light circulated around him, his body suddenly charged toward the other party's body.

"Open Tai Palm!"

As Zhang Fan's voice fell, the Penetrating Energy instantly erupted and imprinted itself onto the opponent's chest with an incomparable force.

The man let out a low growl as he took two steps back.

A hint of shock appeared in his mind. His opponent's body seemed to be strengthened by his Martial Spirit, suddenly becoming more and more terrifying. His body's toughness was actually able to resist the eruption of the 'Open Tai Palm' …

"Shattering Yuan Palm!"

Zhang Fan was somewhat unconvinced. If the Taicai Palm was considered to be a stable and explosive type, then the Taicai Palm was considered to be a sharp and tricky type.

He raised his right hand, and instantly, the palm print produced a sky-shattering sound as it struck out once more. This time, Zhang Fan's strength had increased to 80% of the power of his Purple Dawn cultivation technique.

"Bang!"

The deep voice rang out again. The man's expression changed slightly as he took five steps back.

"It's my turn," the man's deep voice sounded as he walked step by step towards Zhang Fan. When the distance between the two of them was still one meter, the man's right fist instantly smashed towards Zhang Fan.2

The surging energy was like a volcanic eruption and was abnormally ferocious …

His two feet instantly moved, and his Tracer Steps could be seen. When his body dodged the man's punch, his body shot out diagonally. However, the man's explosive fist wind caused Zhang Fan's face to ache.

The man was also stunned for a moment. He had not expected Zhang Fan to dodge at such a short distance. However, he reacted quickly. He curled his fist and chased after Zhang Fan.

"Spiral Fist!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, immersing himself in the process. As the sixth level of the Violet Cloud Divine Art exploded out, Zhang Fan's entire body was enveloped in a violet will.

Spiral Fist. It was filled with a spiralling, crafty power. In his previous life, it was a very overbearing fist technique. As he faced it, Zhang Fan first felt the terrifying power of his opponent.

"Bang!" The spiralling force instantly collapsed and sent Zhang Fan flying backwards.

"Use your Martial Spirit, or else you won't be a match for me!" The man glanced at Zhang Fan with an indifferent gaze.

"Martial Spirit, huh?"

He shook his hand, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch. He deserved to be called a Martial Grand Master. He had calculated before, his Purple Clouds technique at most could be considered as one of the Martial Masters in this world. As for its grade, he had never calculated it before.

Seeing how unarmed the opponent was, the corners of Zhang Fan's lips curled up slightly. "It's not time yet."

"Is that disdain?" The man was stunned. His eyes narrowed as he sneered and said, "Little guy, honestly speaking, your strength is too weak. Martial masters? Without using your Martial Spirit, I'll let you die in a few seconds!"

His opponent's strength was very terrifying, but if he were to use a sword, with the strength of his sword, even if his opponent's body's defense was terrifying, he would still break it. However, Zhang Fan did not have any intention of breaking it, because his opponent was very much like a live target, and he could just about practice his Concealment Steps, and could even practice the fist techniques of his previous life.

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