Chapter 771: Chapter 544: The Martial Force from the Otherworld
Testom’s body, surrounded by white vapor, suddenly seized up.
His sinister and frenzied expression froze on his face as he threw a punch with all his might.
The eerie family communicator that had been emitting sounds was smashed to powder with one punch.
“I’ve been right here all along, come at me, you trash.”
Yet the dry, electronic voice once again came from the other side of the living room, startlingly from a network-connected floating speaker.
With a kick accompanied by a flow of air, the floating speaker was directly kicked to pieces.
“Damn rat, show yourself!”
Murderous intent filled Testom’s voice, the other party’s insulting words driving his killing intent to the brink.
However, he had yet to locate the source of the voice!
“Don’t waste your energy, it’s impossible for you to kill it… oh, and me as well.”
Mild words drifted towards Testom from in front of him.
Mu Fan held the Triangular Spear cobbled together in his right hand, and slowly drew something from the pocket at his side with his left hand, covering his face under Testom’s puzzled gaze.
When he moved his hand away, a mask cold, silent, and white as jade appeared on Mu Fan’s face.
And when he looked back, his eyes were indifferent black pupils devoid of any emotion.
Buzz…
A faint tremble accompanied by a strange sound of airflow, a flicker of pale green passed through the palm of Mu Fan’s right hand.
Following that, the Triangular Spear hung upside down in his palm as if magnetically attracted, spinning rapidly until it blurred into a Phantom Blade Wheel.
“It? The secrets on you are indeed plentiful… Huh?”
Testom’s left eye blinked forcefully, and a look of surprise shimmered within it, turning quickly into utter disbelief.
“How did you do it, who are you, exactly!”
In his left eye’s infrared imaging, the red outline of the object grew dimmer and dimmer until it vanished?
Indeed, in his left eye’s vision, Mu Fan had completely disappeared.
And in his right eye’s vision, Mu Fan, with his face pale and white as jade, just stood there silently, the Triangular Spear in his hand spinning rapidly and eerily without a sound.
The transformation that made no logical sense had Testom’s crimson artificial eye fixed on Mu Fan’s right hand, the palm trembling into a blurry afterimage.
His opponent, now in terms of temperament and body temperature, had transformed in an instant to extremely cold, even more like a killing machine than himself, and even more like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness.
Perhaps… he was the real assassin?
An unprecedented thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Mu Fan took a gentle step back, his body nearly blending into the surrounding shadows.
From this moment, Testom also began to lose sight of Mu Fan in his right eye.
“Go to hell!”
The stagnating white airflow suddenly erupted once again, and he burst forward with ferocious might!
“Fear is but an illusion…”
A soft whisper floated in from all around, Testom’s fist creating a terrifyingly huge hole in the wall, yet there was no sensation of his fist actually striking a solid object.
“Darkness is boiling…”
“I come from the shadows…”
“I am… Holy Hall.”
The cold and monotone sigh vanished into the darkness completely.
At the same time, there was a click.
With the two men’s location as the center, all power sources within a kilometer radius were cut off, plunging the space into an eerie night.
In the network’s virtual space, the Kim metallic sphere confronted by darkness also found itself in pitch blackness; cutting off all power sources also severed any means of acquiring images.
At this moment, this metallic sphere was muttering to itself:
“Old man, Mu Fan is getting better and better at using your techniques, but without the core of Ghost Energy, this lord can only help him so far. It’s really curious what race little Fan is, given how easily he’s wielding Ghost Energy…”
Numerous subtle movements echoed all around, and at this moment, inside and outside the house, shadows abounded.
Suddenly, a slight movement of air brushed by his ear, and his eyes shone bright red as Testom threw a punch.
Zzzt~~
A fierce spark shot from his wrist and in the weak light of the spark, Testom’s right eye caught sight of the Triangular Spear spinning into a Phantom Blade Wheel.
Then, the wheel of blades disappeared into the air once again.
“Your body doesn’t seem to be indestructible,” a soft whisper emanated from beside him, the voice was so close this time.
“Damn rat!”
Zzzt, another streak of sparks shot across his arm.
This punch pierced the wall completely, yet it still did not hit the target.
Ever since the opponent had put on that mask, his combat style had shifted from straightforward and violent clashes to nimble and bizarre assassinations.
Furthermore, Testom was incredulously witnessing the deep, curled scars on his own arm—as if clawed by a heavy-duty cutting machine.
Even his sturdy mechanical arm had been damaged.
“Rat, show yourself.”
Watching Testom wildly shooting around not far away, there wasn’t the slightest ripple of emotion in Mu Fan’s eyes.
With the five layers of Dark Breath overlaid with his pale white mask, there was nothing that could cause even a tremor in Mu Fan’s emotions; he just silently watched the frenzied figure.
Now Mu Fan’s understanding of Mohandas’s teachings deepened by another layer.
Concealing himself in darkness, only revealing himself to strike like thunder.
Kill with a single blow and then swiftly retreat.
This seemed to be an even more advanced combat style!
No one knew…
As Mohandas lay in a slumber of the soul, Mu Fan, walking alone, was inadvertently touching upon the sacred truths of the Holy Hall.
Amid the seemingly indiscriminate barrage causing the villa with four shattered walls to finally collapse.
Dust swirling, Testom stood silently among the ruins.
The flames, still raging not far away, finally brought a different hue to his vision.
Now he despised the damned darkness like never before!
The leaping flames allowed his right eye’s normal optical sight to catch the still, black figure standing not far away, who now seemed to make no move.
Finally, I see you.
“Now, how will you hide, you pretentious brat!”
His face twisted with a crazed fury, of all his enemies that he had once enjoyed slaughtering, none had irked him as much as this youth before him.
“I’ve never been hiding; it’s just that your life is entering its final countdown. In one minute, satellites will sweep over this place, so you can die now.”
Mu Fan spoke indifferently.
This demeanor was not intentional, for after activating Dark Breath and entering into the state of Absolute Calm, his speech had lost all traces of emotion.
Testom said nothing, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Fan as his feet stomped heavily, transforming into a blur as he charged.
This time, Mu Fan didn’t dodge or raise his hands to block, but as his opponent stomped his feet, his heart suddenly compressed to a quarter of its size.
Thump thump, thump thump!
As it expanded again, his heart rate instantly surged to over 400 beats per minute.
His powerful heart pumped blood at an unprecedented speed to every muscle in Mu Fan’s body, consuming huge amounts of oxygen and consequently generating strength that surpassed human limits.
The approach of his opponent, who also exceeded human limits in speed, was like a shell blasting toward him.
Mu Fan stepped on the ground, and as he leaned forward, he left behind an afterimage.
Redemption Seventh Stage—First Stage: Fanatic Cutting!
The Phantom Blade Wheel in his hand, spinning at its peak, swept diagonally across the front of his body, driven by his momentum.
The furious mechanical punch brushed past the back of Mu Fan’s head…
Blinding sparks traced a long path, and a piercing metallic cutting noise rose from the ruins everywhere.