The shaking, obese figure clutching his head wasn't the target, nor was the small figure half-crouching on the ground, over there—a figure of about the sa height was making a break for it…
With a flick of his right hand, he directly pulled the trigger.
Boom!
Within a radius of 80 ters, this heavy hand cannon crafted by a master craftsman from Grey Forest Star could blast through the thin walls of these three shops.
The fleeing figure burst apart from the waist up in an instant, its upper body falling to the ground no longer moving, and the red outline in his field of vision quickly dimd.
Heh, not the one.
Over here… hmm?
Testom frowned, about ten ters ahead and to his right, inside what should be residential building, a red silhouette was making itself inconspicuous against the wall.
This figure was much brighter than several others around it, obviously a sign of accelerated blood flow and rising body heat.
And the color on its back was much dimr…
It's you!
His eyes glittering with a ferocious light, a cruel and excited smile on his face, Testom flicked his wrist and aid the muzzle at that spot, ferociously pulling the trigger.
Boom!
A fierce blaze of gunpowder erupted from the barrel, as the large-caliber bullet blasted forth.
...
Inside this empty room, Mu Fan kept his breathing as quiet as possible.
As the intense tremors hit, his scalp twitched slightly, and he innately sensed that sothing was off.
Closing his eyes, his Spiritual Perception began to spread.
In Mu Fan's mind, the sensory level of his spirit began to sketch out the scene bit by bit.
The noise of a heavy object hitting the ground turned out to be... a person!
Mu Fan's heart skipped a beat, then his eyes grew cold.
Whether or not it was a terrorist, one thing was certain, this person's arrival was definitely related to him!
That micro drone in the sky had been targeting him from the get-go.
Mu Fan gently moved his toes across the floor, adjusting his breathing to be as light as possible, his muscles tensing; he was now officially in combat mode.
However, exactly how to strike required further observation.
Next ca the loud hand cannon shot; Mu Fan's ears twitched as he heard the abruptly cut-off scream, as well as the sound similar to a waterlon bursting not too far away.
He also sensed the vague figure's arm movent and the second gunshot.
Mu Fan remained unmoved; although his combat instincts were giving faint warnings of danger, there was no anomaly at the mont.
Suddenly, in his Spiritual Perception, the slowly moving arm across from him turned sharply towards him.
Had he been spotted?
His pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant.
Without any hesitation, Mu Fan's legs pushed off powerfully, and he leaped out like a hunting leopard.
Boom!
The wall he had been leaning against burst open, creating a huge hole over forty centiters in diater.
"It really is you."
Testom's eyes blazed red; his left eye's focusing area locked directly on the red figure while his right eye reverted to a normal optical imaging mode.
The two fields of vision appeared before his eyes without any conflict.
Testom wore a twisted smile on his face; his right wrist moved continuously as bursts of gunfire erupted from the barrel.
Boom, boom, boom!
With each shot fired, the residential building's wall was left with a crater as if bombarded.
But that red figure, marked by the infrared, managed to zigzag at incredible speed, with each shot from his gun missing.
Click, click.
The sound of the firing pin echoed—his hand cannon was out of bullets.
Those six continuous shots, that damned rat dodged them all.
But Testom's face showed not the slightest frustration—only a cold smile.
"Interesting, then I'll just crush you with my own hands, you rat that can only run for its life."
He tossed the hand cannon aside casually, the powerful weapon so ticulously crafted by the craftsman discarded like trash.
Bending one knee, countless streams of air burst forth.
A thud resounded as Testom's figure vanished from its original spot.
A human-shaped hollow suddenly appeared on the wall of a civilian dwelling, ten ters away.
Mu Fan, who had just rolled to dodge a gunshot, quickly said,
"How could the enemy discover my whereabouts behind cover?"
The enemy's gunfire was too swift and alarmingly accurate; if not for his own exceptional burst of speed, he would have been hit for sure.
"Your body temperature, infrared scanning. They must have so kind of infrared device." Black's voice was definitive, knowing from its control of the "Rain Swift" drone that the enemy must have extensive experience with tactical gear.
When the last gunfire ceased, the air movent seed to pause.
Mu Fan only felt a fierce figure rushing towards him from the side.
Abandoning gunshots, huh?
A cold light flashed in Mu Fan's eyes as his whole being erupted with energy in an instant.
His right fist clenched and rotated, muscles twisted weirdly bulging then smoothing out.
Six Forms· Steel Rush Fist!
As the violent figure charged towards him, Mu Fan's right arm swept out fiercely.
Two pairs of equally bloodshot eyes finally t.
"Found you, little rat." When Testom's sinister laughter sounded, Mu Fan finally confird it.
This voice...
It was the sa one he'd heard in the Sky Communication from that fat man Morris.
Two fists collided!
Mu Fan felt like two chunks of steel had struck each other hard.
His arm trembled intensely, his eyes wide, he only saw a ring of white vapor burst forth from the elbow area covered by the jacket.
Boom!
A mont later, an overpowering force transmitted from the steel-like fist across from him.
This was the first ti Mu Fan encountered a being with strength surpassing his, aside from the Chimpanzee Captain and Bald Ruan of the Tiger Hunting Team.
Unable to dissipate the violent force with his body, he uncontrollably went flying.
The only consolation was that, in his Steel State, his bones hadn't been crushed as before.
But the punch significantly increased the consumption of his Ghost Energy by more than tenfold.
His back slamd into another wall, the crushed stones exploded in all directions, and Mu Fan was blasted out of the house by one punch, smashing through the fences of two residences before crashing into another wall.
With a hiss, white steam once again jetted out, but this ti it was slow and amorphous, more like the steam released when decompressing.
The back of the leather gloves split, revealing a chilling tallic luster.
Withdrawing his fist, standing up, red eyes glanced at his right fist before turning towards the two huge hollows.
"That's interesting; such strength... It's no wonder that waste Sayar was defeated. But the fat man shouldn't have died."
Testom clucked in amazent.
The kid across from him was still alive; it had been a long ti since he'd seen soone who could take one of his punches and not die.
He hadn't seen how Mu Fan had killed the fat man Morris, but even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered.
Because his body was free from human constraints, his strength surpassed all.
He was the most terrifying attacker.
He was the Transford Man—Testom!
The two fists t with a heavy impact, releasing a white ring of air at the neck, wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles; these joints appeared instantly.
At this mont, Testom seed to erge from a cloud of steam.
[Body Boundary All Unlocked]!
"Regardless... little rat. Today, I will turn you... into... minced at!"
Bloodthirsty eyes finally revealed themselves, visions of Mu Fan's provocative words, deanor, and movents reerged in his mind.
Those who dare challenge Night Teeth Team—die.
Bending both knees, he sprang forward powerfully.
Testom's entire being left a trail of white steam, charging fiercely towards the human-shaped hollow.
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