Chapter 770: Chapter 543: Who Are You Talking To?
Mu Fan’s arms trembled slightly as he finally managed to dissipate the imnse force that had surged into his body after slamming into and damaging two cabinets.
“Such incredible strength…”
Licking his lips and brushing off the dust, Mu Fan rose from the rubble.
To think he was sent flying over ten ters by a single punch, breaking through two walls.
“Be careful, this is a level six mutant from the Night Teeth Team, a half-chanized Transford Man—Testom. According to information obtained from the network, Testom’s muscles are augnted with nano-tal, giving him explosive strength. You must avoid a head-on fight at all costs.”
Black relayed the intelligence he had gathered from the network to Mu Fan.
“Is that so? I actually want to try it out.”
As a fierce fla ignited in his eyes, Mu Fan’s anger was completely aroused, and his heart began to beat violently.
His pupils contracted again.
Boom!
A terrifying collision sound ca from the house opposite.
A figure, along with countless debris, flew out from that house, crossing through the human-shaped hole he had just smashed.
The force was ferociously intense, and the speed of the linear shot was also incredibly fast.
Six Forms: Steel Cross Arm!
Just as Mu Fan managed to solidify his muscles and brace his arms in front of him, he saw the impressive black shadow rushing towards him.
Their red glares t again.
However, this ti Testom was enveloped in a white stream of energy, moving even faster than before.
A heavy punch struck precisely at the intersection of Mu Fan’s crossed arms.
The dreadful kinetic energy poured into Mu Fan’s body before spreading down to his feet.
Two deep marks were carved out beneath his feet, and as the sound of tal clashing rang out, Mu Fan was uncontrollably sent flying by another punch.
He felt as if his arms, positioned in front of him, were pressing hard against his chest, his whole body being flung as if struck by a cha, helpless against the blow.
He slamd heavily against the wall of a house, and without any pause, the wall was not able to withstand the trendous force; it barely dented a centiter before bursting apart resoundingly.
Mu Fan was once again fiercely sent flying!
This ti, his chest and abdominal cavities both endured a collision akin to a car crash.
Hiss…
A white mist rose around him, and Testom locked his left eye on the fleeing red figure, his face revealing a cold smirk as he bent down and stomped heavily, propelling himself out once more.
Inside the third house, as Mu Fan had just landed, his body was still trembling. However, he had no ti to adjust as the fearso figure reappeared.
Another punch, and Mu Fan, whose body was in the state of being steel-forged, was brutally shot through the wall and rolled into a spacious courtyard.
At last, a trace of fresh blood seeped from the corner of Mu Fan’s mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even stronger and more ferocious.
“I overestimated you, I thought you were really sothing special. Did you think you were invincible just because you killed two mbers of the Night Teeth Team?”
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Mu Fan, hands on the ground, inverted with legs above, kicking out forcefully.
Sky Kick!
Mu Fan managed to block this attack, but his body still couldn’t counter the overwhelming strength that exceeded human limits; he was sent diagonally flying into the air, then embedded into the gable wall of an attic.
A deep “big” character appeared on the outdoor wall of the rooftop, and Mu Fan looked like a puppet slamd into the mud, seemingly without any strength to resist.
Amongst the swirling white mist, Testom walked to the corner beneath the fourth villa’s wall, looking up at Mu Fan above.
“Did it feel good when you killed Sayar and the Fatty? How about now? Does it feel good?”
The undisguised mockery spilled from his mouth as Mu Fan was targeted in both his fields of vision.
To him, this kid relied on nothing more than that superhuman strength and speed.
“However many co, I kill however many… Today, I’m going to crush your skull and bones into pulp with my own feet. What’s the matter, do you regret it now?”
With his legs pressing down, a white surge of energy lifted, and Testom leaped into the air, reaching in front of Mu Fan and, with a malicious grin, his right arm raised high, tensed to the extre.
Just then, Mu Fan’s drooping head suddenly raised.
Testom saw a pair of eyes as fierce as a lone wolf’s.
A strange fluctuation erged from his shoulder, then spread to the palm of his right hand, where his four fingers swiftly swelled.
Then, under Testom’s astonished gaze, they thrust out suddenly!
Beng Finger·Machine Gun.
Thud…
Testom’s body froze, and then a sly smile appeared on his face.
Mu Fan’s hand blade had barely pierced a centiter into the opponent’s jacket before it could go no further.
“Finally figured out how the fat one died… heh.”
Testom chuckled once, his right fist, drawn back to the limit, suddenly lashed out.
Mu Fan guided it with the palm of his left hand, channeling all the force into his body.
Boom!
A deep hole appeared on the slanted rooftop, and Mu Fan was blasted from mid-air into the villa’s interior.
Testom’s heavy body hit the ground, and as he looked at the villa in front of him, a cold sneer erged, “Thinking to break through nano-tal-infused muscles and bones with just your body, I must say you’re too naive.”
Through the shattered window, his left eye could see the red silhouette half-kneeling in the shadow inside.
Apparently drained from his own punch.
To this situation, Testom was actually a bit surprised.
The opponent’s physical strength was truly unexpected.
“Pity, you’re not a mutant.”
Shaking his head with a sigh, his leather gloves had burst, revealing the tal knuckles beneath. Testom twisted his neck and then kicked the villa’s door open with one foot.
“Sure enough, stronger each ti. Vision that could penetrate walls, a chanical body that even Beng Finger can’t pierce through…”
Suddenly, a deep lant stopped Testom in his tracks, an amused expression on his face.
Because the figure opposite had already staggered to its feet, reaching for sothing in the backpack on his back.
“Still thinking of a chance to turn the tables? That’s fine, bring a cha over, and I promise I’ll run away, but do you have one now?… Hahaha! The army has already been completely drawn to the explosion on the west side, no one’s going to care if you live or die!”
The more he spoke, the more excited Testom beca, and the sadistic pleasure of ending a master who held the Blood Tooth Order rose in his heart again.
Stripping away their self-assud confidence, then crushing their pride underfoot, and finally, the torture and kill.
But as he was speaking, he grunted in confusion.
Because the breathing of the kid opposite wasn’t becoming frantic; instead, it cald down even more.
Approaching within five ters, he clearly saw the objects Mu Fan was pulling out from behind his back.
Two triangular military daggers…
“Hahahahaha! This kind of weapon?”
Amidst Testom’s exaggerated belly laughs, Mu Fan’s icy gaze peered at him through the hanging locks of hair on his forehead, silently joining the two triangular military dagger ends together.
Then slowly twisting…
With a click, a triangular spear about 80 centiters long appeared in his hand.
The blood grooves on both sharp ends reflected not even a glimr of light, the deep black tal seeming even more sinister in the dark, quiet room.
“Very funny… is it?”
Mu Fan’s low figure posed a quiet counter-question.
“Is it not funny?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Testom spread his hands open, his left eye’s infrared imaging having already locked onto the figure in front of him.
“The cha you spoke of… you will have it, but you’re definitely not going to see it.”
“Black, block all surveillance on the nearby streets…”
This strangely out-of-place sentence made Testom frown, “Who are you talking to?”
“Your daddy.”
All of a sudden, a dry electronic sound erged from Testom’s side.
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