Heavy thuds echoed through the air.
Bing Su, frozen with fright, watched in utter disbelief as an exaggerated bulge appeared on the thick garbage can, as if a lead ball had collided with its body under tremendous force.
Bottles and waste exploded into the air, scattering shards everywhere.
Yet, despite being struck from the side, the garbage can deflect Mun Fan's forceful throw and flung Morris's Air Bomb aside.
The heavy metal slammed into the wall, embedding itself nearly halfway in, like an art piece elegantly set in place.
With his chest heaving violently, Mu Fan gasped for air as he withdrew his right hand, dead eyes fixed on the bald fat man.
"Today… I'll rip you apart alive."
"Rip me apart alive? I wish you'd try, so many have wanted to kill me, Morris, but they all ended up smashed into pulp. Your tone, oh, it frightens me so much," Morris said, scratching his chin with a smirking smile. He then regretfully turned to Bing Su and the other girl, "You're lucky, someone's eager to die right in front of you."
It was then Bing Su came to her senses, barely believing the sight of the deformed garbage can and realizing how closely she had brushed with death.
"Mu, Mu Fan, thank… thank you."
The goddess of the Swordsmanship Club, Rose, had completely lost her composure this time.
Lu Qingxue extended her hand, grasping her teammate's wrist, then gently pulled her back, preparing to step out.
Unexpectedly, Mu Fan stretched out his left hand towards her, palm out in a pushing motion.
"Mu Fan?" Lu Qingxue's gaze was questioning, What are you planning to do?
"Step back…" Mu Fan slowly shook his head, lifting his blood-red eyes to meet the gaze of the bald fat man across from him, revealing a bloody and chilling look.
"I said, I'm going to rip… him apart alive."
His right foot suddenly increased in size before snapping back eerily; as his sole hit the ground heavily, a massive tremor spread along the flagstones. Mu Fan transformed into a blur as he surged forward with a boom.
Muscles on his right arm bulged from the shoulder, smoothing into an arm cast from solid steel.
A shadow flashed, then snapped back together.
Just like when William had hit Morris, Mu Fan's arm plunged deep, but this time steel met concrete head-on.
A ring of stone slabs exploded into powder, bursting under their feet, creating a violent shockwave.
Morris, round as a ball, was sent flying, crashing back into the barbecue restaurant.
A large, deep cavity appeared in the wooden wall.
With his arm retracting slowly, Mu Fan's leaning body rose.
"Cough, cough."
Behind him, a series of coughs erupted, revealing the massive form of William pushing himself up by hand, as he shook his head to clear it and stood unsteadily.
"Are you alright?" Mu Fan turned, scanning William from head to toe, finding no signs of broken bones.
William shook his head to indicate he was fine, then said with a deep resonance, "Be careful, there's something off about his body."
As the words fell, the ground shook once more.
People felt as if a jet fighter was revving up on the spot, the powerful airflow pushing a heavy object to take flight, that was…
Boom!
A huge, almost two-meter-diameter spherical black shadow shot out from the newly made hole.
"Still coming at me!?"
Mu Fan's eyes flared with ferocity and violence as he threw a backhanded punch.
Bang!
Another heavy collision resounded, Mu Fan remained in his punching stance, his body flung against the wall by the immense force, while the spherical black shadow flew askew into the mid-air, then tumbled to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, quite skilled, no wonder that waste Sayar died at your hand. With this kind of explosive power, it's no surprise he's dead. Let me guess, strength must be your pride, right?"
"But, it seems your power is of no use against me."
Morris brushed off his palms, laughing as he did so.
Mu Fan's gaze was cold and piercing as he watched the bald, fat man.
The opponent's body was rubber-like, capable of freely compressing and stretching at will, and what was most critical was his ability to control air, which was entirely different from Sayar's construction of a defensive field.
This fat man's attacks were as fierce as an endless heavy cannon, even using himself as a shell propelled by air.
This mutant's mastery over his abilities far surpassed Sayar's!
"How about it, pondering how to defeat me? Don't waste your time, I can't die! When you're dead, you'll have plenty of time to think, go down and have a gathering with those barbecue buddies of yours."
With a cruel smile, Morris took a deep breath, stretched both palms to their maximum, and then suddenly compressed them towards his chest.
"Sister Xue, Mu Fan, he..." Bing Su's worried eyes turned from the red-eyed Mu Fan to the solemn Lu Qingxue standing beside her.
"Trust him," Lu Qingxue whispered, standing firmly afar, even as the crowd behind her had already retreated several dozen meters.
"…That group of companions…"
Mu Fan's fists creaked as he clenched them. Up to now, White Hair and Harry had not emerged from within.
What kind of attack had they endured at that instant?
Were they still alive!?
The rage deep inside Mu Fan grew increasingly fierce. Lifting his eyes menacingly, he raised his right hand slowly until all that remained was his index finger pointing directly at Morris's forehead.
"Can't die? ...Heh, heh, heh..."
Morris's gaze turned icy as well. "What, any doubts?"
Mu Fan slowly shook his head, his index finger remaining still, his middle finger, ring finger, and little finger stretched out to join it, transforming his entire palm into a blade pointed at Morris.
"I said I would tear you apart, so today, I must do it!"
Raging blood surged into his limbs.
To hell with holding back, today, he, Mu Fan, was going to tear this mutant apart in this place!
Let me show you what true madness is!
Mu Fan's eyes suddenly lost all human emotion, a terrifyingly calm aura blanketing his vision in an instant.
Madness, composure, bloodthirst, and indifference, these strange auras mixed together in one person.
The chilling aura of Ghost Energy churned ceaselessly within his boiling blood, a cold yet oppressively heavy aura converging fully into Mu Fan's outstretched right hand.
As Morris laughed heartily across from him, Mu Fan's right arm exhibited violent muscle undulations, which were entirely different from the Steel State, spreading from his shoulder to his wrist.
As the wave reached his hand, it did not cease but surged forward, causing his knife-like fingers to grotesquely swell!
At the same time, another terrifying wave of muscle traveled from his legs to his ankles, finally reaching his feet.
With a heavy stomp, Mu Fan shot out like a fighter jet breaking the sound barrier.
Six Forms—Beng Finger!
Six Forms—Charging Step!
Overlapping Derivative Skills—Strong Strike Surgical Knife!
One second earlier, Mu Fan was still in a crouched position, gathering strength.
The next second, his uniformed figure, cold as frost, appeared in front of Morris.
"Air Shield—Fourfold Mountain! You couldn't possibly... Ugh."
Those four fingers, pressed together like a knife, truly sliced through the highly compressed air like a blade honed a thousand times.
The Air Shield that was slit open exploded in an instant, and four bloody streaks appeared on Mu Fan's cheeks!
However, his eyes remained as cold as ice, unblinking, as his fingers cut through barrier after barrier, effortlessly penetrating the sternum on contact like a hot knife through cheese.
From the very center of the sternum, Morris's mouth didn't even have time to change shape...
Beneath the thick skin... the vertical sternum crumbled into dust!
In an instant, his entire arm pierced through the body, the blood-soaked fingertips protruding from the other side!