Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

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"Beep, identification valid, junior VIP—Lord Harry, please enter," the familiar electronic female voice announced. Mu Fan, with his keen ears, paused in his chopping motion, stopping the Power Hammer precisely five centimeters above the support platform. The heavy mass created an oppressive airflow that spread out in waves.

"What, just a junior VIP for me, Fat Brother? You must be joking. I'm going to send a Sky Communication to Uncle Wu!" said the overweight man, lifting one foot in anger without any reason at the electronic voice. What a joke, Fat Brother, I'm someone with status, okay? As a silver one-star expert in the Fantasy department of the PO Battle Net and self-proclaimed fashion pioneer of the Noble Academy class, how could I receive this kind of treatment on my first visit to the Martial Arts Hall?

"I apologize, sir. Since you didn't mention your status or present your membership card when booking, we could only reserve a junior VIP training room. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and ask for your understanding." The female attendant, who had just swiped her Identity Card at the alloy door, bowed and apologized hastily after hearing the complaint.

Seeing the pleasing attitude of the female attendant in front of him, Fat Brother's peaceful nature kicked in. It felt wrong to scold a lady, "Forget it, I'll apply for a senior VIP card later. Have my butler contact you if you need anything."

I'm just too kind, thought the overweight man as he stepped into the training room.

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In VIP Training Room 9 on the second floor, two people were currently locked in a staring contest.

Mu Fan had just come out of the strength training room, with sweat-soaked strands of hair plastered to his forehead. Though he stood quietly, his eyes were like that of a Leopard's, fixed on the overweight man in front of him.

The overweight man, expressionless with not even an eye twitch, still held the pose of placing his Sky Communication on the nearby wooden rack. What a joke, as soon as he came in and lifted his head, he saw this kid standing there like a ghost staring at him; it was enough to scare someone to death.

"Who are you?" The overweight man finally couldn't stand the tension and broke the silence, instantly dissipating the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Mu Fan, sparring partner." Mu Fan said, sparing words like they were gold, staring at the overweight man before him.

"Whew, Fat Brother nearly died of fright. I thought someone unfriendly was sent to mess with me. Wait a moment while I go change my clothes first." The overweight man finally relaxed, exhaled deeply, hung up his coat, and took a high-end turquoise training suit toward the nearby changing room.

"How are you sparring? I see there's quite a difference in physique between you and Fat Brother here, don't blame me if you can't handle it." At this moment, standing in front of Mu Fan, though not taller, the overweight man, with a chin held high and a body three times rounder, was quite imposing.

"You attack, I defend." Mu Fan remained succinct, displaying evident wariness in his eyes towards this overweight man. During a meal, a giant had said that big eaters were certainly formidable. Looking at the man in front of him, he clearly had a big appetite, too significant to ignore.

Suddenly, the overweight man's eyes lit up! This little brother understands me, the guard in his eyes clearly was how I looked at those class bullies in Fighting class! Could he have seen that Fat Brother is actually a master?

"Ahem, ahem," the overweight man coughed and retracted his chin, trying to put on a majestic posture, "You see it too, this young master is actually a hidden expert, right? Come, let's swap some moves." Having initially decided just to warm up, the overweight man, with hands behind his back, walked towards the inside Fighting Platform, feeling increasingly the demeanor of a true master; it's only courteous to go easy on this weak guy.

"Did you know that even at my young age, I'm already an 8-level standard expert? Rest assured, I'll go easy on you." For Harry's dad, paranoid about his child being too weak, using high-tech genetic cultivation techniques and expensive nutrition pods to bulk the overweight man from a 5-level to an 8-level physique standard was reasonable.

Mu Fan nodded, stepping swiftly into the arena, picked up a punch pad, put it on his arm, crouched, and posed.

The overweight man nodded approvingly, this all-out readiness was fitting for my appearance! Just for this attitude, he deserved a reward! Perhaps a 500 tip, which was just the cost of Fat Brother's "Lemon Balloon" repair for a night anyway.

The overweight man also stepped into the arena. The two hundred plus pounds of flesh hitting the ground emitted an airflow different from that originating from Mu Fan's slender frame.

"Hey! Ha!" The overweight man swung his arms and legs, tired from sitting in a Floating Car for a long time. He prepared to give this little brother an unforgettable lesson. Rest assured, I won't use full force!

"Hey ya!" The overweight man swirled, half-turned, and then threw a punch, causing all his fat to shake and stretch in opposite directions.

With a dull "thud," followed by a pig-like wail, "It hurts!" Mu Fan gazed speechlessly at the overweight man who forgot to wear punch gloves. He had felt no force from that punch.

"Did you not eat?" Mu Fan thought maybe the overweight man didn't have enough to eat, causing a lack of strength, so he kindly asked.

Suddenly jumping around and holding his fist, the overweight man's face turned beet red, feeling his dignity was seriously insulted, being laughed at by a sparring partner. So with gritted teeth, the overweight man put on a pair of gloves and threw another punch.

"Ah hey!" Needless to say, Mu Fan wasn't defeated by Jeff and Mankun; neither was he going to be knocked down by this overweight man. The overweight man, thinking he hit with full force, glanced up and saw not a flicker in the pad standing before him, and Mu Fan's eyes had shifted from cautious optimism to pure curiosity.

He surely didn't eat enough! Mu Fan was firmly convinced in his heart.

"Kid, why are you a sparring partner?" The overweight man was too exhausted to continue fighting. He felt the kid might have intentionally fooled him after all.

"I want to earn money to buy a Light Computer." Mu Fan answered without any hesitation.

"What?" This strength at such a young age, even he couldn't handle him; how could he just be a sparring partner?

"I'll give you a 500 tip; would you like it?" The overweight man suddenly stood up straight, asking seriously.

"Sure!" Mu Fan, firm, showed no embarrassment.

"Stand there, let me knock you out with one punch." The overweight man saw Mu Fan's eyes go momentarily blank, so he threw a punch.

In his mind, chanting that the overweight man was a good human, Mu Fan cooperatively fell down with sound effects, even pushing off with his legs to pose as though being flung before landing heavily on the ground.

"Pro...fessional!" The overweight man was dumbfounded. "I'll settle it with you when we leave."

"Thank you!" Standing up, Mu Fan immediately expressed his gratitude, it was sincerely heartfelt.

The overweight man touched his still smooth chin, suddenly asking.

"What's your PO Battle Net ID?"

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