Chapter 311: There is Something to this Task
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Meng Fan sat down heavily, breathing hard. Wu Ji, who had “lay around to win,” used the chance to recover; he was able to sit back up. The man’s mood didn’t seem to be affected by the chaos earlier and was actually upbeat.
Wu Ji patted Meng Fan’s shoulders and chuckled. “When Tongtong wanted you to find me, she wanted me to protect you. Well, today, you actually protected me!”
Wu Ji heard about the attempted hijacking in Singapore. At first, he didn’t associate it with Meng Fan. When Wu Tong called him, he realized Meng Fan was going from Singapore to Japan. Hearing Wu Tong’s worry, he put two and two together and instantly understood.
He slammed the table and said, “You’re a real man! You’ll be good for Tongtong. I can give her away to you!”
The title, “real man,” may be for Meng Fan’s action during the hijacking, or maybe because Meng Fan had protected his future brother-in-law.
“Please.”
Meng Fan removed Wu Ji’s hand. He chuckled. “First of all, Tongtong is not yours to give away. I pursued her on my own. Second, regardless of what you say, Tongtong is my girlfriend!”
“Why don’t you get it? Fine. No matter what, today, I have to thank you!”
Wu Ji breathed in deeply and stood up. The smile on his face was now frosty. He walked toward the group of people who came in and went up to one of the organizers of the MMA training camp. This organizer also worked at the ONE-FC event in Singapore. Wu Ji asked in a cold voice, “Mr. Lin, I need an explanation!”
Lin Jundao, who looked angry at the chaotic scene, seemed stunned by Wu Ji, who confronted him first. He thought to himself, “I don’t even know what happened, how do I give you an explanation?”
Lin Jundao didn’t want to act up with Wu Ji, so he said seriously, “Ah-Ji, why don’t you take a break. Let me find out what has happened.”
He patted Wu Ji’s shoulder and then walked forward one step. He yelled at every fighter, whether they were on the floor, sitting, or standing. “Everyone, go stand with your team leader! Right now!”
Lin Jundao was senior level at ONE-FC and an organizer at this training camp. He was both an official and a representative of the investors, so no one present dared to defy him.
Although… There were a few fighters who fainted on the floor. They needed medical attention right away. If not at the hospital, then at the medical room here.
During this whole process, Lin Jundao couldn’t help looking at Meng Fan, who sat among the Chinese fighters. He didn’t know what happened exactly, but he had seen Meng Fan throw three people to the floor in the short while since he came in.
He knew the Chinese MMA fighters pretty well, but he couldn’t think of anyone this strong!
When everyone had sorted themselves and stood with their group, Lin Jundao stopped looking at Meng Fan and announced, “No one needs to say anything. Now, all the team leaders, take your team back to your hotel and stay there. I’ll investigate the events with surveillance footage.”
“Group fighting? You are something else. Before I finish my investigation, no one better even think of getting away from any discipline. If there’s any violations, forget it! Before I find out what happened, if any of you dared to do anything on your own, I can tell you right now that’ll be the end of your career!”
The people who didn’t understand — after hearing their team leader or teammate’s translation — looked grim, too. No one thought Lin Jundao was merely threatening. The man would keep his word.
This warning was not only for ONE-FC, it covered other MMA events in Asia and events across the world, too. It applied even if you wanted to switch disciplines.
As the teams started leaving the arena, Meng Fan stood up and left with Wu Ji and others. They left relatively early. The other teams watched Meng Fan as if they were looking at a monster.
Meng Fan’s body type was definitely a heavyweight among fighters or at least a light heavyweight. How could someone this big be this limber?
He caught everyone he tried to snatch. His snatch rate was probably second to none in the entire Asian fighting scene!
His throw-down techniques — to anyone who had seen the entire process — were also flawless. They could be described as perfect.
As for strength, it wasn’t unusual for someone at this level to be so strong.
He was at such a high level, was limber, and had great endurance!
What an anomaly!
When did China create such amazing creatures?
There had always been very few heavyweight fighters from China. Those who had advanced had almost always been lower leveled, mostly flyweight to featherweight. Even lightweight to welterweight was rare. The only middleweight fighter in the last few years was Wu Ji. Any higher-level Chinese fighter had been rare.
With so few fighters among the breakouts, it was unlikely for them to be famous.
Because of this, everyone became more upset and confused. How come they’ve never heard of someone like this?
“I think I know where he’s from!”
One of the fighters in the South Korean team, who ran off as Meng Fan charged him, shouted. His eyes lit up as he remembered this was the Chinese guy who beat Park Jae Hye.
…
“Your hands…”
After they got on the bus, Wu Ji noticed Meng Fan’s hand. He frowned and asked, “Is all the blood from others?”
Meng Fan looked at Wu Ji sideways and at his own hands. He wanted to cry!
During the group fight and all the throw-downs, Meng Fan had to use his fists somewhat. He was strong, and his bones were tough as well, but his hands were still soft. Unlike most fighters, whose hands were toughened from years of fighting, his weren’t. Furthermore, his targets were also thick-skinned. Meng Fan’s hands were really busted after all the fighting.
It’s like using hands used to drawing on a punching bag without any protection. After the fighting, Meng Fan’s hands ended up this way.
Seeing Meng Fan’s expression, Wu Ji laughed out loud. He stopped when Meng Fan glared at him.
Meng Fan, “What did I do?”
Wu Ji hurriedly asked a teammate to treat and bandage Meng Fan’s hand. He also asked, “Where are you staying? In our hotel?”
Meng Fan firmly shook his head. “No way. You guys will be busy tonight, I better not make more work for you. Don’t worry, I’m at the Aman Kyoto. It’ll be safer than your hotel.”
“Aman? You really are rich.”
Wu Ji didn’t comment further.
Meng Fan thought and said, “I’m going back tomorrow. Would the fight bring any trouble?”
Smiling, Wu Ji shook his head. “This time, the matter is quite serious, so there will be a lot of punishment for discipline. But it has nothing to do with you. You aren’t in this circle, so any discipline doesn’t matter. Plus, you were hit first. The host wouldn’t make it a legal matter though. Even if it was, they’d make it go away.”
Meng Fan couldn’t help asking after hearing about the discipline. “How serious is the discipline?”
Wu Ji shrugged. “Probably being banned or suspended from games or fined, but it may be severe.”
Meng Fan asked like the outsider he was, “Maybe it’s good being banned or suspended. The fighting is too brutal.”
Now, it was Wu Ji who looked at Meng Fan sideways, “Hah, how dare you say that? Was anyone more brutal than you?”
Meng Fan disagreed. “Bastard, how could you say that? I didn’t even fight back when I was kicked. I was protecting you the whole time! I was worried you’d be hurt. And you say I’m brutal?”
Wu Ji laughed. “For Tongtong, that’s who! You didn’t want her to be mad if something happened to me.”
Meng Fan stuck out his middle finger at him. “You’re lucky your sister is so awesome.”
“Right, right, I should feel lucky my brother-in-law is awesome, right? I better thank him!” Wu Ji pretended to look around. “Where is he?”
Meng Fan smiled brilliantly. “Seventh Bro, I’m right here!”
The teammates on the bus weren’t aware of the two men’s connection before. After hearing their conversation, they understood. This set of brothers-in-law was quite a pair: they were both brutal and shameless.
The bus took Meng Fan to the Aman Kyoto hotel in Chiyoda City before going to the team’s hotel. After Meng Fan got off the bus, the teammates — who were excited about winning the group fight and advancing as a team — became nervous. Just like Wu Ji said, the consequences for the fight would be serious and carry severe discipline.
It didn’t matter who started the fight. Even if the host confirmed the Japanese team started the fight, anyone involved in the fight would be disciplined.
When Meng Fan returned to the hotel, the first thing he did was strip and look in the mirror. After seeing the bruises from being kicked or hit and realizing nothing was too serious, Meng Fan relaxed. Then, he crawled into the jacuzzi and soaked with his hands in the air.
His hands were so broken up, he couldn’t even take a shower. He could only soak for a while.
Right!
He just remembered how he triggered a task in the melee. He checked, and it was a task. But the title of the task was… either amazing or f*cked up. He had to describe it as “there’s something to it.”
“Ding! You have triggered the task [Thousand-People Slayer].”
This task requires you to defeat 1,000 fighters.”
“Upon completion, you will receive the title [Thousand-People Slayer] (Killing Power +3, Breeding Power +1).”
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The task had three Phases: ten people would get him +100, a hundred would get him +1,000, and a thousand would get him +10,000. Plus, an extra award of Killing Power +1.
He had already finished Task Phase 1 and received its award. He’d defeated forty people so far.
“I’ve already defeated fighters like Lao Hei before, why didn’t I trigger this task then?”
“Why would defeating fighters mean a reward of Breeding Power?”