132: Chapter 132: The dazzling debut of the green-light battle suit; catching a white blade barehanded to humiliate a genius!

Modu Martial Arts University's logistics department is located in the school's East District.

It is a huge warehouse.

The logistics director is a fat old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

People call him Old Li.

Old Li is lying on a rocking chair listening to the radio.

Seeing Lin Fan and the others enter, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Pick whatever you want to buy."

"Pay with credits."

Lin Fan walked straight to the counter.

He knocked heavily on the table.

"Old Man Li."

"Big business is here."

"Bring out your best equipment!"

Old Li glanced at Lin Fan.

He stood up slowly.

"You've got a big mouth, kid."

"What kind do you want?"

"Adding Attack or adding Defense?"

Lin Fan shook his head.

His expression was extremely serious.

"I want the kind that can glow."

"The more conspicuous, the better."

"Best if it's the kind that makes people want to hit you just by looking at it!"

"Most importantly."

"The Defense must be zero!"

"There must absolutely not be even a tiny bit of damage reduction!"

Old Li thought his ears were malfunctioning.

He dug them out.

"Did you take the wrong medicine this early in the morning?"

"Buying equipment and you don't want Defense?"

"And you want it to make people want to hit you just by looking?"

"Do you think you're going to a nightclub to pole dance?"

Lin Fan slapped the table.

"Don't worry about it, old man!"

"Do you have it or not!"

"I have enough credits!"

Old Li was stunned by Lin Fan's momentum.

He muttered "lunatic" twice.

He turned and walked deep into the warehouse.

After ten minutes.

Old Li dragged out a big box, looking disheveled.

He threw it on the ground with a "bang".

"The best you wanted."

"It's all in here."

Lin Fan opened the box impatiently.

Suddenly, a piercing fluorescent green light blinded everyone.

Lying in the box was a one-piece bodysuit.

It covered him from head to toe.

The color was that extremely arrogant fluorescent green.

It is commonly known as "forgiveness color."

On the chest of the clothing was printed a huge funny smiley face.

Next to it was a worn-out large brass trumpet.

Old Li patted the dust off his hands.

He introduced it.

"This battle suit is called 'Green Light Guardian'."

"It's a piece of junk made by a brain-damaged blacksmith decades ago."

"Once you put it on, it comes with a fluorescent effect."

"You can see it clearly within a ten-mile radius."

"As for this big trumpet."

"Just inject a little spiritual power."

"And it can emit a deafening Taunt sound effect."

"It fits your requirements perfectly."

"The Defense of this thing is definitely negative."

"Whoever wears it dies."

"If you want it, take it for one hundred credits."

Xia Wanqiu covered her eyes.

She couldn't bear to look.

This was too embarrassing.

Murong Yan's mouth also twitched violently.

If this kid dared to go out wearing this outfit, she would definitely pretend not to know him.

Lin Fan, however, looked like he had found a priceless treasure.

He grabbed the Green Light Guardian battle suit.

He laughed up at the sky.

"Good!"

"Too good!"

"It's practically custom-made for me!"

"If I wear this into the secret realm."

"Those grandsons from Beijing Martial Arts University won't be able to help but chase after me like mad dogs, right?"

Lin Fan threw out one hundred credits on the spot.

He rushed into the fitting room with the clothes.

A few minutes later.

The fitting room door opened.

Lin Fan walked out swaggeringly.

The whole place was dead silent.

The teacup in Old Li's hand dropped to the ground.

It shattered into pieces.

Lin Fan's attire was too impactful.

The tight fluorescent green battle suit perfectly outlined his muscle lines.

The huge funny smiley face on his chest puffed up and down with his breathing.

He also had that large brass trumpet hanging around his neck.

The whole person looked like a glowing perverted frog.

"How is it?"

"Is it handsome?"

Lin Fan struck a bodybuilding pose.

He raised his eyebrows at the two women.

Xia Wanqiu squatted on the ground holding her stomach.

She was laughing until tears came out.

"Brother Fan... please take it off..."

"It's too eye-searing..."

Murong Yan turned away directly.

Her shoulders were shaking wildly.

"Lin Fan."

"I'm warning you."

"Stay away from me when we gather tomorrow."

"I can't afford to lose face like this."

Lin Fan snorted coldly.

"What do you two know."

"This is called the art of Taunt."

"Let's go!"

"Back to the dormitory to sleep!"

"We'll do something big at the square tomorrow!"

The next morning.

At the central square of Magic City Ability University, it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Battle flags fluttered.

The top geniuses from the ten major universities in the country gathered here.

They were preparing to enter the once-every-three-years S-class secret realm, the "Wilderness Abyss".

Dozens of huge anti-gravity military spaceships were parked on the square.

The formations of the major universities were clearly separated.

At this moment, the focus of the entire audience was concentrated on the east side of the square.

That was the camp of Beijing Martial Arts University.

Hundreds of students wearing uniform black uniforms stood straight.

They were filled with murderous intent.

Standing at the very front of the team was a muscular man nearly two meters tall.

He had a crew cut.

He had fierce eyes.

He had a long scar on his right cheek.

His whole body exuded violent lightning-attribute spiritual power fluctuations.

It was the lead senior of Beijing Martial Arts University, a Level 5 Peak Martial King!

Long Xiaotian!

Long Xiaotian held a two-meter-long heavy black iron saber upside down in his hand.

Electric light faintly flickered on the blade.

He scanned the audience.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on the formation of Modu Martial Arts University.

His voice was like a great bell, spreading throughout the entire square.

"People of Modu Martial Arts University, listen up!"

"Tell that turtle hiding in his shell named Lin Fan to get out here!"

"He crippled my junior."

"He insulted our vice-principal!"

"Today, I, Long Xiaotian, am going to beat the crap out of him!"

"Anyone who dares to help him, is going against Beijing Martial Arts University!"

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Geniuses from other universities showed expressions of watching a good show.

The students of Modu Martial Arts University all looked angry.

But due to Long Xiaotian's terrifying pressure, no one dared to stand out.

Zhao Lei stood in the team.

He gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Is that kid Lin Fan too scared to come!"

"Causing such big trouble."

"Making us follow him to lose face here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a very strange piece of music suddenly came from the end of the square.

"The vast horizon is my love..."

"Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green mountains..."

The deafening, earthy square dance hit song, amplified by the large trumpet, instantly drowned out all the sounds in the square.

Everyone was stunned.

They turned to look.

They saw a dazzling fluorescent green figure stepping to the rhythmic beat.

He was walking toward the center of the square with unparalleled arrogance.

It was Lin Fan wearing the "Green Light Guardian" battle suit!

The funny smiley face on his chest was extremely punchable.

The brass trumpet hung around his neck.

As he walked, the fluorescent green flashed with blinding light in the sun.

Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan followed far behind.

Both were wearing masks and sunglasses.

They kept their heads down, pretending not to know this lunatic.

The whole place was dead silent.

It was quiet for a full ten seconds.

Then a heaven-shaking roar of laughter erupted.

"Holy crap!"

"Where did this rare freak come from!"

"Did Modu Martial Arts University invite a clown to perform a show?"

"This outfit is amazing!"

"I want to punch him ten times just by looking at it!"

Long Xiaotian watched this funny scene.

The muscles on his face twitched.

He felt severely insulted.

"Are you Lin Fan?"

Long Xiaotian pointed his saber at Lin Fan and roared.

Lin Fan stopped.

He turned off the trumpet's music.

He cleared his throat and aimed the trumpet at Long Xiaotian.

"That's right!"

"Your grandfather is Lin Fan!"

"And you are that... what, Bug Xiaotian?"

"You look like a stunted potato."

"Why did you bring a group of people in black mourning clothes here?"

"Are you here to beg for alms from your grandfather?"

Once Lin Fan said these words, the whole audience gasped.

Too arrogant!

Pointing at the nose of a Level 5 Peak Martial King and calling him a potato.

This kid must be tired of living!

Long Xiaotian's eyes instantly turned blood red.

Violent thunder power erupted from his body.

The surrounding floor tiles were shattered directly.

"You little beast!"

"You're courting death!"

Long Xiaotian held the heavy black iron saber with both hands and jumped high.

The spiritual power of a Level 5 Peak Martial King poured out without reservation.

A terrifying lightning blade aura twenty meters long, carrying the momentum of destroying everything, slashed fiercely toward the top of Lin Fan's head.

"Wild Thunder Slash!"

The students of Modu Martial Arts University retreated in fear.

With this power, even a graze would result in being blown to ashes.

Xia Wanqiu exclaimed, preparing to cast healing.

Just at this critical moment, a sneer of extreme cheapness curled up on the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.

He activated the newly upgraded [Taunt Aura LV4] without hesitation.

At the same time, he put on the [Mask of the God of Taunt].

An invisible mental ripple instantly enveloped a radius of two hundred meters.

Immediately after, Lin Fan put his hands together and raised them high above his head.

Facing Long Xiaotian in mid-air, he used all his strength to let out a soul-shaking roar.

"Grandson!"

As this sound rang out, the power of rules instantly descended.

That heaven-destroying twenty-meter lightning blade aura in mid-air, in everyone's ghostly gaze, suddenly twisted into a twist shape.

Not only that, Long Xiaotian felt an irresistible suction coming from the heavy saber in his hands.

He, along with the saber, drew an extremely strange arc in mid-air.

"Swish."

It slammed straight into Lin Fan's hands.

"Clap!"

A crisp impact sound echoed across the square.

The scene seemed to freeze at this moment.

Lin Fan stood firmly in place, hands together, clamping the blade of Long Xiaotian's heavy black iron saber tightly.

And Long Xiaotian, at this moment, was maintaining the posture of holding the saber with both hands and slashing down, hanging in the air in front of Lin Fan.

His face was less than ten centimeters away from Lin Fan's face wearing the funny mask.

The most fatal thing was that under the "weak legs" special effect of the Taunt Aura, Long Xiaotian felt 60% of his strength drained.

His legs went soft, and with a "thump," he knelt on one knee in front of Lin Fan.

The whole place was silent, with not a sound to be heard.

Everyone's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

A Level 5 Peak Martial King, a full-power strike, actually caught by a freshman with bare hands?

And he even knelt on one knee?

What kind of fairy script is this!

Lin Fan looked at Long Xiaotian close at hand and laughed extremely wantonly.

"Good grandson."

"It's not even Chinese New Year yet."

"Why give such a big gift?"

"Grandfather didn't prepare a red envelope."

Long Xiaotian's brain went blank.

Humiliation.

Extreme humiliation!

He tried desperately to pull out the heavy saber, but Lin Fan's hands were like iron pliers, motionless.

"Ahhh!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Long Xiaotian was completely crazy, eyes bloodshot.

Lin Fan sneered and suddenly released his hands.

Long Xiaotian lost support and fell to the ground in a dog-eat-shit posture.

Lin Fan ignored him and turned around, striding toward the newly lit secret realm portal.

Walking to the entrance, he turned around, picked up the big trumpet, and let out a final Taunt that shocked the whole audience to all the geniuses from various universities who were still in a daze.

"Trash from Beijing Martial Arts University!"

"And all you losers here!"

"If you aren't afraid of death."

"Come into the secret realm and cut me!"

"If you don't come, you're all my grandsons!"

After speaking, Lin Fan stepped into the portal without looking back, leaving behind tens of thousands of geniuses from various schools with red eyes in the square.

"Kill him!"

"Chop up this arrogant bastard!"

The crowd went completely berserk!