Chapter 92: The Strong Man’s Iron Companion

At this moment, under the blazing sun, Fantasi was vigorously practicing with his unbreakable Lei Lei. He felt as if he had inexhaustible energy, tossing her to the left and then to the right...

Just then, Old Wang walked over with Yin Fu and Mo Tong. The two from the Ashtavakra had never seen such a scene before. Yin Fu's face turned red, and she quickly looked away, while Mo Tong was completely stunned.

Damn, in broad daylight, what kind of operation is this? This fatty truly lives up to being Wang Feng's brother; they're both shameless. Birds of a feather flock together. Beating him up will definitely be satisfying. I'm doing justice!

"Captain Wang Feng," Nuoyu opened his eyes and politely greeted Old Wang.

This guy, who was forced upon them by Brother Da, had been satisfactory recently. At least he hadn't caused any trouble, kept a low profile, and trained seriously. As long as he didn't cause trouble, everything would be fine.

"Everyone's here. Ah Xi, Nuoyu, look at who I've brought to spar with you."

Why did it become 'you'? Wasn't it just Fantasi?

Mo Tong pursed his lips but held back. No need to complicate things; beating someone up is more important!

"What's going on?" Fantasi wiped his sweat and looked over, immediately showing a surprised and delighted expression: "Yin Fu, classmate!"

A-Feng actually invited Yin Fu to practice Dark Grappling Technique with him? My God, this is Dark Grappling Technique!

Fantasi shook his head hard, trying to stay clear-headed, and said painfully: "No, I can't do anything that betrays Lei Lei..."

"What are you thinking?" Old Wang corrected Fantasi's gaze: "Your opponent is him."

Fantasi's gaze was forcibly shifted to the left, and his eyes widened when he saw a muscular man staring at him intensely, like a wild lion eyeing its prey!

Fantasi involuntarily shivered.

Finally, it's time for the main event!

Mo Tong had been looking forward to this all morning. The image had been in his mind since Wang Feng suggested it.

Although this meeting was unexpected, it didn't diminish Mo Tong's anticipation; in fact, it made him even more excited.

Just for that fatty's shameless behavior, beating him wouldn't be an injustice. He's just like Wang Feng, absolutely no innocent bystander!

"Yes, I'm your sparring partner!" Mo Tong cracked his knuckles, eagerly saying: "I'll be with you this afternoon!"

Crack, crack, crack...

That was the sound of his knuckles cracking.

Fantasi looked at Old Wang in disbelief. He hadn't forgotten how Kela returned after taking two punches from Mo Tong, lying in bed for four or five days, wrapped like a mummy...

Ah Xi swallowed nervously. There were many ways to get stronger without such self-torture: "Well... I think I can practice alone. No need to trouble you..."

"No way!" Mo Tong firmly refused, having paid for this: "We Mahoraga always keep our promises. Today, whether you want to practice or not, you have to practice! Come here!"

Mo Tong's aura was overwhelming, and his fierce expression made Fantasi dare not argue. He looked at Old Wang pleadingly: "I'm practicing with Nuoyu."

Old Wang frowned: "That's true. We can't favor one over the other. Letting Nuoyu watch isn't fair. Mo Tong, this is an unexpected situation. How about another day?"

Free sparring partners are too valuable not to use to the fullest. It's also a chance to see the new member's strength.

"Enough talk, I'll spar with both of you!" Mo Tong was resolute, staring straight at Fantasi: "I'll start with you!"

"Thank you, Captain. I was hoping to spar with a Mahoraga expert." Nuoyu said calmly.

Even Old Wang had to admit, damn, with parents as heroes, his demeanor is impeccable. Not a hint of fear. It seems Brother Da really did a good deed. At least the team won't look bad. Nuoyu is the cover-up.

"Cough, Mo Tong, my dear junior, I must emphasize again, go easy. These are my brothers and teammates..."

"I know, I know, enough chatter. I promise not to kill him!" The more Old Wang talked like this, the more excited Mo Tong became.

Fantasi hurriedly added, "Yes, yes, I'm Wang Feng's best friend and brother. This is just training. Brothers are like limbs..."

In recent weeks, Fantasi had truly put in effort. He had never been so dedicated except for chasing Lei Lei. Initially, he resisted, but once he started, he found it suited him perfectly. Dark Grappling Technique, defensive counterattacks, late strikes, soft yet strong. He could take a beating, and with concentrated soul power, he should be strong, at least stronger than before.

He had practiced for half a month, and as the core technique of Dark Grappling, finding the balance between body, soul power, and mindset, he had slowly gotten the hang of it while holding Lei Lei.

As for the theory and details of grappling, he practiced and thought about it every day. How to use his toughness to get close with minimal cost, using basic techniques like grabbing, holding, and throwing. Soul power coordination was key, and he even came up with some original moves.

Though it was Mo Tong, he still had some confidence deep down.

Effort breeds confidence!

It wasn't just Fantasi's self-delusion.

Old Wang couldn't help but cover his eyes. This was brutal.

Fantasi thought it would be good, but Mo Tong wasn't Lei Lei. He moved, and his speed, strength, and explosive power far surpassed Fantasi. Even Old Wang wondered if this sparring was too much.

Bang!

Fantasi took a punch to the nose, leaving it swollen and bleeding.

Damn, aren't we brothers? Why so ruthless?

Fantasi instinctively wanted to dodge, but Old Wang wouldn't let him.

"Close in, close in!" Old Wang coached earnestly from the sidelines: "Ah Xi, don't be afraid of getting hit. The essence of Dark Grappling is getting hit. You can't play from a distance. Close in, hold him, oh..."

Mo Tong was enjoying himself, this fatty, shameless, always wanting to hug and cuddle. What a disgusting move, beating him is doing everyone a favor!

Boom!

Fantasi took a heavy punch to the stomach, almost making him vomit. He crouched down, tears streaming down his face.

Old Wang ignored his own poor advice and encouraged him: "Pause, great job, Ah Xi! If anyone else took that hit, they'd be out cold. Look, you can still crouch. Believe in yourself. Persistence is victory. You can beat him. Keep going!"

Boom!

Ashi Ba was kicked in the butt, flying seven feet high, spinning 380 degrees in the air before making an intimate contact with the ground. He immediately clutched his crotch, eyes bulging like fish, almost ready to vomit bile.

“I can’t take it anymore, I surrender!”

“Ashi, no pain, no gain. Think of Lei Lei—do you want her to fall into someone else’s arms?” Old Wang shouted passionately, “Ashi, get up! You have to be strong! We’ve been through life and death together. Trust the techniques I taught you. Take him down like a man, with throws and shoulder locks, give him a passionate chokehold. You can do it!”

Fantasy was about to cry.

Go to hell, strength! Go to hell, passion!

Noyu was a bit moved; he didn’t expect the team’s atmosphere to be so supportive and serious. Lady Karida truly cared for him.

Heroes must fight and strive together!

“Fantasy, come on, I support you!”

Ashi was speechless. Where did this idiot come from? He looked decent, but seemed not too bright.

But Lei Lei was still useful. The thought of Lei Lei falling into someone else’s arms ignited Ashi’s anger. Burn, little universe!

Suddenly, he launched himself at Mo Tong. At this distance... Mo Tong couldn’t easily counter!!

Old Wang saw hope, like seeing ripe wheat ready for harvest in autumn. But the next moment, his pupils contracted sharply as Mo Tong executed a half-spin... Boom...

Mahoraga's Overlord Backspin Elbow!

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