Chapter 696: Chapter 469: Nonsense Nobility (Third Update)
“Why was Sai so brutally knocked away, even had his right arm broken…”
Between speaking, it was visible to the naked eye that the muscle textures on Mu Fan’s left arm eerily rose up and then returned to their original state.
The Six Forms, the fourth form, Charging Step!
Followed by the fifth form, Steel!
The ultimate Derivative Skill—Impact Hammer!
Anyone with a brain knew the consequences of a flesh fist colliding with a speedily dispatched steel arm.
The All-Strike Boxing Skill from the Carol Clan ultimately failed to penetrate Mu Fan’s seamlessly integrated Extended Arm Steel Fist.
Mu Fan’s body finally straightened up, then in the unbelieving gazes of the people around him, he slowly walked forward.
A cold smile hung in his eyes, as if being punched through would truly be laughable.
He possessed the most unique inheritance in this starry sky.
The eeriest Energy, Ghost Energy.
The true killer of ten thousand, Mohandas, whose power was so terrifying it barely had a limit.
This was the reason for Mu Fan’s strength surpassing common human knowledge!
“I’m going to… kill you!”
A scream, almost inhuman, echoed as Sai’s right arm heavily smashed onto the ground while he lay sprawled across the table.
In an instant, he used the force to spring up, legs joined together kicking out like a Drill.
A sudden whirlwind rising from the ground!
No one expected such a swift change.
A trace of joy flickered in Donatello’s eyes; Sai’s move was enough to kick through a hydraulic target machine.
Mu Fan, who was walking toward Sai, was expressionless. He stomped heavily with his left foot, and his entire body suddenly drew back a kick in mid-air.
A black, crescent-shaped residual image sliced through the field of vision.
The illusionary Fighting Skill—Half Moon Residual Wind!
The kick that tore through the air suddenly appeared at Sai’s waist, and then, to his disbelief, a colossal force was fully transmitted into his body, blasting him away.
Boom!
The socialites standing far away trembled all over.
This time, even Donatello’s eyes went wide with shock.
Next to Rupert, embedded in the wall, a new addition was made—Sai was fully set into the wall by Mu Fan’s substantially unrestrained force, the perfect human-shaped impression looking tailor-made.
Sai, once the carrier of Donatello’s infinite hopes and even capable of contending with the unknown assassin from Solomon, now hung on the wall like a salted fish.
Until then, he couldn’t comprehend how Mu Fan could be so powerful!
Impossible, the Carol Clan was the strongest hunting race; how could they be defeated by an Alien Race youth just come of age.
He desperately tried to break free, but the fact that Mu Fan’s Half Moon Residual Wind hadn’t kicked him to death was already fortunate; with his waist severely damaged, he could only hang uselessly on the wall.
“Those useless Mechas of the Blue Capital military, I’ve taken care of them for you. These disrespectful wastes, I’ve also hung them all on the wall. Are you angry?”
Mu Fan admired his handiwork for a moment and asked softly.
Completely ignoring the sinister and terrible expression on Donatello’s face, Mu Fan closed his eyes complacently.
He couldn’t help but recall his conversation with the Big Bald Head before he came here.
Ruan Xiongfei’s words, no matter how often recalled, were always inspiring.
“What noble lineage, I alone could slaughter an entire Planet, not to mention your damn clan.”
“True aid is for the God-damned, a bunch of bullies who only pick on the weak. If you show weakness, they’ll devour you without leaving a bone. But, if you can kick them hard enough to hurt and scare them, they’ll make a detour whenever they see you.”
“So-called ancient nobility… ancient my foot.”
The Big Bald Head’s incessant chattering seemed to echo in his ears, and Mu Fan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“To insult an ancestor of ancient nobility so, you really don’t know the meaning of death…” Donatello sneered as he caught sight of several squads of Security Guards with guns rushing up from the corner of his eye.
Guns misfiring, accidentally killing a guest, and then carelessly finding someone to take the fall.
Then everything would be over.
Mu Fan looked up in surprise; he really didn’t expect to be on the same page as Donatello.
Mu Fan’s mouth opened, and he began to enunciate the first word, “Ancient…”
The guests around were startled, had this young man heard something that frightened him?
“Ancient… your grandma.”
Mu Fan’s expression appeared dazed for a moment, then he blurted out involuntarily.
Pfft~
Youshi Wang couldn’t hold back and laughed, covering her mouth.
After noticing her brother’s stern gaze, she quickly composed herself, returning to her dignified demeanor.
Despite lasting only a brief moment, it left a dazzling impression on the surrounding guests.
The princess of the Youshi Family’s laughter was enchanting.
“Is it the ignorance of the fearless, or does he have another card up his sleeve?”
A faint sneer flashed in Youshi Jun’s eyes; what luck for a brute to encounter Donatello, such bizarre fortune was rare.
However, if that was all there was to it, the farce could end here.
“Civilian, your courage has surpassed the limits of your brain’s capacity for thought,” Donatello said coldly, eyes closed, and then with a lift of his palm.
“The honor of the Tang family shall not be tarnished.”
Numerous Security Guards entered, each holding a Magnetic Energy Police Rifle, lifting them simultaneously and aiming at the tall figure of the young man in the center of the room.
“Put your hands up!”
Ice filled Mu Fan’s eyes, yet his face wore a smile.
Today was the last time he would see Nuonuo before she left, and he would not permit anyone to disturb them.
Honor?
His honor required no one else’s coronation.
Where he stood was where honor and light converged!
The honor that belonged to his race coursing through his veins…
Would a fierce snow wolf care about the honor of rabbits?
What family… honor… this bullshit nobility.
“Stripped of your family’s garb, you’re nothing but an ant.”
Mu Fan’s hands naturally rose, but there was a shining, ancient silver medal quietly appearing in the heart of his palm.
“Put that thing in your hand down!” a Security Squad leader shouted at Mu Fan, aiming his rifle.
After giving the surroundings a cursory glance, Mu Fan lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead.
Letting the medal clearly showcase itself to everyone present.
“Centurion Medal. According to Federation law: recipients of War Merit Medals are considered military personnel. Attacking and killing bearers of the Centurion or higher grade medals are to be shot on sight.”
Mu Fan looked indifferently around him and then said calmly, “If you want to arrest me, you’re not qualified.”
These words instantly made Donatello’s face sour.
This youngster had actually brought this medal with him; however, if he allowed Mu Fan to leave so readily, then both he, Donatello, and the Tang family behind him would become the biggest joke of the evening.
Lin Wu, an onlooker, observed the situation as an outsider, silently watching the events unfold, occasionally glancing at the Youshi siblings, pondering something unknown.
At this moment, Youshi Jun, who had been standing quietly in the background, suddenly took a light step forward, and in an instant, all attention shifted to him.
“Notify the Dark Lion Army.”
His butler, upon hearing this, bowed and touched his earpiece, speaking softly into it.
But in just a few seconds, shadows emerged in the sky.
From six small Guard Ships, drop ropes were pulled down, and an equipped force of over two hundred personnel descended in quick succession.
With a meaningful click, over two hundred military rifles pointed at Mu Fan in the center of the area.
“This is Villa Number One. If after all this you can still leave unscathed, then… that’s my negligence,” Youshi Jun said calmly, his left hand pointing to the pair on the wall.
Speaking quietly, he exuded his own form of majesty.
This was the resolve of the number one family of Blue Capital Star, where every gesture and movement could mobilize forces beyond the reach of ordinary people.