Chapter 694: Chapter 467: A Kick Sends Him Flying (Congratulations to Hall Master, Night Rain Attacks)
(p)(To show appreciation for the Hall Master “Night Rain Attack,” we offer this extra update, with two more to come today.)(/p)
Hearing Mu Fan’s words, the crowd fell into a deathly silence.
Then, from a distance, people felt their blood rush to their heads as their brains nearly exploded.
What did that youngster just say?
Speaking to the Tang family’s heir, he said…
What are you worth?
Huh?!
Donald, standing behind Donatello, instinctively licked his lips as his crimson eyes flared open.
“Since you’re seeking death, there’s no need for further words,” Donatello spoke with a cold voice; his patience was completely exhausted.
“Brother Tang, no need to speak further. Apologies should be spared. What is he worth? Like a lowly dog!” At this moment, Rupert staggered to his feet, spit toward Mu Fan’s direction, and frowned.
This youngster was truly courting death. Under the watchful eyes of so many, he dared to provoke the Tang family’s Young Master directly, connecting with the Tang family in such a manner was simply brilliant to the peak.
The gentle look on Youshi Wang’s face had turned to one of disgust. Compared to Mu Fan, she found people like Rupert far more repulsive.
The situation now was that Mu Fan had no intention of apologizing, and she instinctively wanted to intervene on Mu Fan’s behalf, but Youshi Jun, beside her, seemed to anticipate his sister’s action and softly said, right into Youshi Wang’s ears: “No need to speak.”
After glancing at her brother, Youshi Wang finally remained silent.
Youshi Jun gently raised his left hand, and his soft voice spread throughout the venue: “Close the doors.”
The inner doors connecting the hall and the outdoor terrace slowly closed.
Since Donatello was already speaking on their behalf, if they didn’t follow through, it would be the face of all the nobles present there that would be lost.
Whether Donatello was right or wrong, he would, and could only, support the Tang family’s Young Master.
Mu Fan shifted his gaze from Donatello to Rupert’s face and sneered.
Some truly sought their own death.
Under the watchful eyes of many distinguished nobles, this proud young man with a primitive aura looked indifferently at Rupert, his eyes emitting an inexplicable fierce light: “You… say that again?”
Rupert burst into laughter, seemingly enjoying the self-directed insults.
“I said what are you worth, you dog…”
Mid sentence, Mu Fan’s left foot stomped heavily on the ground before he turned and leaped into the air.
His right foot kicked out explosively!
Carrying with it a vicious afterimage!
Wang Nuonuo’s small mouth was already agape, her delicate hand covering it in shock.
In her memory, ever since Mu Fan participated in the martial arts competition, he seemed like fine steel tempered, his sharp will uncovered.
Courting death!
A flash of cold light passed through Donatello’s eyes.
“Sai!”
Without further words, Sai sneered, darting out from behind Donatello.
His left arm, like a steel whip, lashed out with a cracking sound.
Secret Skill·Whip Strike Fist!
Most people only saw an afterimage flash before their eyes, then a black shadow appeared.
Only a few could see clearly; it was indeed the man wrapped in a black headscarf standing behind Donatello.
A sharp stabbing sensation overwhelmed the brain!
From the beginning, Mu Fan felt the man wrapped in the black headscarf was somewhat peculiar.
And when Sai transformed into a violent figure, those crimson eyes stared directly at him.
Oddly, a bizarre and absurd feeling fleetingly surfaced in Mu Fan’s heart.
Why does the look in that man’s eyes seem so similar to his own?
Yet, it was different; the man’s eyes were blood red from pupil to sclera, not like his own hidden deep within the pupils.
Moreover, Mu Fan’s body instinctively didn’t show any closeness but a sense of disgust instead.
As if…
A pure aura had been defiled with disgust.
This sensation also naturally influenced Mu Fan.
Mu Fan’s ears twitched slightly as the fierce punch approached, and he roughly estimated the strength of the punch in his heart.
Very strong.
Hmph, but that was all.
As Ghost Energy flowed, it suddenly infused into Mu Fan’s legs.
Six Forms — Steel!
In Mu Fan’s calm and indifferent eyes, the muscles in his legs, covered by fabric, bulged oddly in blocks, then smoothed out, appearing almost like sculpted marble at first glance.
However, this transformation was known only to Mu Fan himself.
Sai’s Whip Strike Fist was already striking like lightning.
Snap!
After a loud noise, the afterimage hit Mu Fan’s leg but rebounded like lightning.
Then Mu Fan turned around and kicked, his leg shooting out like a cannonball, its force unabated, hitting Rupert directly in the chest.
Even though the drenched man had his arms raised in front of him, only the sound of breaking bones was heard.
The entire person then vanished…
Boom!
Rupert’s back slammed heavily against the wooden outer wall of the hall.
The illustrious spectators nearby showed indescribable expressions on their faces, as though they were enduring some inhuman agony.
Because Rupert didn’t slide down, he was directly embedded in it.
The outer wall had even been smashed into a human silhouette!
“Damn… I like this!”
The bearded Jika, who had just picked up a cigar, watched as it dropped onto the table; his eyes blazed with fervor.
If this young man could be poached, no matter the cost, he’d be happy to pay; this guy was truly a reassuring presence to bring along.
After rebounding the man with the black headband, Mu Fan had disengaged from Steel State.
Otherwise, that kick wouldn’t have just sent Rupert flying; it would have kicked right through him.
On the other side, Rupert’s eyes nearly bulged out as he heaved hoarsely, the kick having broken his hand bones and several ribs in his chest.
Now, each breath he took was fiery painful.
With a light retraction of his leg, Mu Fan looked nonchalantly towards the row of people before him, reflecting their expressions in his eyes.
Youshi Wang also covered her mouth in shock.
Compared to his days at Dingchuan Academy, Mu Fan had truly reined himself in substantially now.
Mu Fan’s gaze merely swept past Rupert, as if looking at a stray dog by the roadside.
“Shh!” Lin An inhaled sharply and instinctively hid behind Lin Wu.
As for those from Rong Cheng, their expressions were indecipherable as they looked at Rupert embedded in the wall, bizarrely feeling a surge of pleasure.
Because he was no longer alone.
“Sai!”
Donald harshly yelled at the man with the black headband beside him.
Why had he only thrown a punch, why hadn’t he stopped this kid.
The man’s eyes bloodshot; his right hand hung by his side, and if one looked closely, it could be seen…
Faintly trembling.
He felt as if what he had hit was not a human, but a Mecha!
The steel-like impact and rebound made his arm tremble uncontrollably, trying to absorb the powerful force.
“Do you know who he is? Do you know what our status is? Really gutsy.”
Donald laughed neurotically, his hand abruptly pointing at Rupert.
“Him, I know… just a crippled mongrel.”
“As for you, I’m not sure. All I know is…”
Mu Fan looked indifferently at Donald, his eyes filled with a mix of brutality and mockery, this moment far surpassing the black headband’s Sai!
He spoke softly:
“You’re not much different from him, heh… just dog-like creatures.”