Chapter 755: Chapter 528: The Name of the Tyrant (Fourth Update)
(Fourth update complete, if you ask for more updates, I’ll be on my knees.)
It’s probably only those who witnessed the scene that could describe how terrifying it was to have an arm completely pierced through a person.
A blood-drenched arm had pierced out from behind another…
Like a War Ghost crawling out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Mu Fan slowly tilted his head and gave a chilling smile as he looked at Morris’s horrified face.
The soft sound was audible only to the two of them.
“Wasn’t it sixty days… no matter how many of you mutants come… I will kill as many.”
Morris’s fat, wooden face struggled to turn his neck, first glancing down at Mu Fan’s arm that had already penetrated his chest and then stiffly lifting his head.
“Impossible… how could you possibly pierce through me…”
A faintly luminous green light flashed in the depths of Mu Fan’s eyes, as he enunciated each word in a deep voice from his throat.
“Did you think, that only you possessed power beyond mere mortals?”
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“Did you think, that these laughable mutant abilities make you invincible?”
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“I told you, I would tear you apart.”
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“Then watch closely with your eyes wide open.”
With each sentence uttered, Mu Fan’s arm that had pierced the other man crept up by an inch.
By the time their conversation was over, Mu Fan had forcefully hoisted the grotesquely overweight man diagonally into the air.
More precisely, the Bald fatty was entirely hanging from Mu Fan’s diagonally lifted arm.
Mu Fan’s head lifted along with his arm, his bestial red eyes indifferently watching Morris as his face contorted grotesquely in excruciating, non-human pain.
Letting the blood from the other flow down his arm onto his body.
This grim and terrifying scene frightened the girls not far away to the point that they vomited outright.
The crowd then erupted into chaos that far surpassed the earlier pandemonium.
Bing Su’s jaw dropped and remained agape for a long while, her body trembling.
She had never seen a scene so brutally sanguinary in her life.
“Qing… Qingxue, Mu Fan, he… he…”
Unable to articulate a complete sentence, she repeated to herself unconsciously.
Lu Qingxue said nothing, just tightly holding onto the hand of Bing Su beside her, which was why Bing Su had managed to remain standing, not collapsing to the ground until now.
Mu Fan no longer seemed like a normal human but more like a bloodthirsty and brutish beast that had been enraged!
“Heh heh, heh heh…”
Blood foamed uncontrollably from Morris’s mouth, his mung bean-sized eyes fiercely glaring at Mu Fan below, holding him up, his face still convulsing.
“With the Blood Tooth Order issued, you will die… hehe, hehe… ugh.”
In Mu Fan’s grim gaze, there was not a hint of emotion, and no more words came out of his mouth.
All he did was squint his eyes slightly, then his arm, sharp as a blade, abruptly withdrew!
A stream of blood shot towards the sky from the wound.
Then his left arm twisted abruptly, and then struck out like electricity.
Odd fluctuations spread from his shoulder to his fingertips again.
Thud!
Morris’s huge body had just dropped an inch when it was again penetrated by the arm.
This time it was the right side of his chest, the Bald fatty’s mung bean-sized eyes bulging out fiercely as his white eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
Thud!
Withdrawing his hand, the right arm savagely stabbed into the body again, and another stream of blood was shot out.
Morris, who should have been invulnerable to any heavy punch, now resembled a balloon swaying in the wind, being repeatedly pierced by a sharp dagger.
The distant crowd watched this extremely bloody scene in stunned silence!
Mu Fan’s fluttering finger-daggers kept stabbing into and pulling out of Morris’s body in front of him!
Every strike sent forth an arrow of blood.
In less than ten seconds… thirty-three consecutive attacks.
Apart from the heart’s position in the left chest, Morris’s entire body was riddled with holes, yet he still hadn’t died.
The excessive loss of blood had turned his face deathly pale; his body was hit midair by the opponent’s endless stamina and strength, unable to fall to the ground, and he didn’t even realize how bloody and terrifying his condition had become.
Mu Fan’s expressionless face and repeated strikes finally completely crushed the psychological defenses of the bald, fat man Morris, as endless fear began to sprout in his heart.
He finally began to regret… why he had volunteered to deliver this “Blood Tooth.”
“Stop!”
From a distance, police officers had already arrived, and they couldn’t help shouting when they saw this cruel scene.
At that moment, Mu Fan just happened to pull out his right hand, while Morris’s disfigured body was falling from midair.
Hearing this command to stop, Mu Fan turned his gaze, wolf-like, and slightly tilted his head, his eyes cold, indifferent, and merciless.
His right arm drew back sharply, taut as a tightly drawn bow, and his right foot stamped hard on the ground.
A shockwave burst forth from beneath his feet, and Mu Fan shot out like a cannonball.
In a blood-colored vision, a red dot appeared directly over the opponent’s chest.
His four fingers pierced the air in an instant, like a precisely aimed scalpel, penetrating the left chest.
Pop…
The sound of a bursting bubble, as well as the heart being pierced.
Morris’s confused gaze froze on his face.
The brain, deprived of blood, dimmed to darkness after a few remaining seconds of thought.
The bald, fat man in midair was propelled seven or eight meters by a piercing arm before halting.
A long trail of cracked stone extended from where Mu Fan had stomped to the entrance of Original Wood Roasted Meat Restaurant.
On that wooden wall, a bald, fat man who no longer resembled a human, his body riddled and splattered with blood plasma, was embedded, and around this man’s body, an even greater area was covered with burst blood plasma.
“Stop, stop, don’t move!”
The rushing officers, struggling with fear, shakily aimed their electromagnetic guns at Mu Fan.
Documentarians who had followed raised their cameras.
“Heh heh…”
A low chuckle sounded, and Mu Fan slowly withdrew his hand, fully drenched in blood, lifted his head, and smirked at the group of police officers with an indifferent and mocking smile.
“Hands on your head, get down, and come back to the station with us!” a few officers commanded, growing colder with fear as they clearly saw Mu Fan’s graceful face.
“I am a Federation Reserve Officer… I am right here. If you want to arrest me, go get the military.”
Thud. With the loss of Mu Fan’s arm to support him, Morris’s heavy body fell heavily to the ground.
And after Mu Fan spoke, he no longer paid attention to the officers, casually squatting down to look at Morris’s resentful eyes.
“Night Teeth… heh, no matter how many of you come, I’ll kill them all.”
His words, filled with murderous intent, clearly reached the ears of the nearby officers, as well as Lu Qingxue’s and Bing Su’s.
Mu Fan stood up indifferently, allowing the still fresh blood to flow over his fingertips, drip by drip, falling to the ground.
This scene was captured clearly by the cameras, forever freezing the frame on that defiant figure.
The surrounding crowd, now silent, didn’t dare to breathe out loud.
Their fear and shock at the sight of the young man, who appeared to be their age, was profound.
The calmness and detachment of the opponent were imprinted in their minds as if carved in stone.
They likely wouldn’t forget this shocking event in Ding Chuan for many years to come.
And from this moment, the infamy of the “Ding Chuan Tyrant” began to spread.