Chapter 993: Chapter 766: Lowly Race, Three Pigs
As the three dispersed, the people waiting behind finally appeared.
Leading the way was a person dressed in a bizarre sharkskin outfit, with a head towering like an inverted spittoon, and two slender eyes rising up like the eyes of a mollusk snail, swaying left and right.
Beside him was an ordinary person wearing a top hat, seemingly saying something out of the side of their mouth.
Behind this “spittoon” were two peculiar, blue-skinned, short, and stocky humanoids. Just from their width, they completely resembled human warriors.
But if you look at the height…
Only about 1.2 meters tall.
This odd combination made the fat brother want to laugh, but Young Master Harry tried hard to control his facial muscles, remembering White Hair’s earlier warning to never laugh at other races!
This group sauntered past without any verbal exchange with Mu Fan and his companions, as if their stepping aside was expected.
Just as the group was two meters away,
White Hair quietly explained to his two companions, “That tall, thin guy with tentacle eyes is a Balrant, and the two behind are Blue Horned People. They’re all from the Outer Domain Galaxy.”
“Too arrogant, just like they’re our masters or something?” the Fat Brother said, frowning.
At least say thanks for making way, four of them, only one looks normal, the others have faces that look like they fell face-first and yet act all high and mighty, really riling him up.
Mu Fan hadn’t had a chance to speak before he noticed the four had suddenly stopped.
The Balrant with a spittoon-like head turned their long, vertical eyes around, then turned their spittoon face around.
“DU JA KOD?”
The two slender, tentacle-like eyes strangely split to either side.
White Hair looked twelve parts embarrassed because he didn’t understand Balrant language, while the Fat Brother asked, dumbfounded, “What’s that gibberish?”
Seeing the three didn’t respond.
A “Heh~” sound came from the Balrant’s mouth.
“Ki Hool, Thr Aw Mdd.”
Then the two short Blue Horned People burst into laughter.
The man in the top hat also chuckled twice, adjusting the brim of his hat, and when he clearly saw the trio in front, a flash of light suddenly sparkled in his eyes.
“Yin Family’s trash, quite a coincidence.” Finally, the interstellar common language, though the intonation was still strange, each word pronounced stiffly without transition.
White Hair’s face instantly fell at that sight…Single-named Kim, a Federation half-blood with some unidentified bloodline from the Outer Domain Galaxy.
White Hair had once encountered this guy at an underground market. Back then, his family was trying to acquire an eighth-generation lithography machine, but it was maliciously ruined by this guy.
The reason was simple, really. Yin Family was the only Federation family present at the time, and Kim happened to hate Federation people.
That simple.
And now, seeing him again…
“Damn.”
White Hair muttered under his breath, feeling downright unlucky.
“Gu ds~”
The spittoon-faced individual didn’t pay any mind to White Hair’s reaction, continued speaking inexplicably, and then the group laughed as they prepared to leave.
“What gibberish.” The Fat Brother said angrily. Speaking in a foreign language and laughing in his face really rubbed him the wrong way.
White Hair spat in displeasure, wondering who would bother learning languages of the Outer Domain Galaxy’s races.
But now he could only blame himself for not being proficient enough; he’d have to go back and look up what exactly they said.
However, at this time, Black suddenly spoke in Mu Fan’s ear:
“They’re cursing you. The second sentence in Balrant dialect means lowly race, three pigs.”
Mu Fan’s eyes sharply focused on their retreating backs.
“Stop.”
The voice surged through the air, with a presence that demanded attention regardless of understanding.
The four halted again, the “spittoon” turned around.
“DU JA?”
Still taking advantage of Mu Fan’s group not understanding Balrant language.
“What’s going on, Mu Fan?” White Hair quickly asked, unclear about the sudden change.
Mu Fan looked at the spittoon, calmly saying without turning back, “He insulted the three of us, called us a lowly race, three pigs.”
“Bastard!” White Hair’s face turned green immediately.
And the Fat Brother’s face blew up even more.
“Explain yourself clearly.” Mu Fan gazed indifferently at the Balrant’s snail-like eyes.
“What is there to explain? Please do not assume to understand our language.” The spittoon’s eyes crossed briefly, revealing a smile.
“You bastard, apologize quickly.” The Fat Brother cursed, rolling up his sleeves as he rushed over, intending to use his size to intimidate the opponent.
This damned spittoon, hurling insults surreptitiously.
However, as the Fat Brother was about to reach the two Blue Horned People, one of the short Blue Horns suddenly pulled out a small handgun with an inverted metal umbrella blade.
Being small-statured, the Fat Brother had blocked their view, and Mu Fan’s duo hadn’t seen it at all.
The turquoise mist exploded in front of the Fat Brother with a “thud,” Harry flew off like a violently struck baseball, suddenly rocketed seven or eight meters backward, and crashed into the flowerbed edge, his shirt ripping open to reveal pale flesh, tears streaming down from the pain.
A non-lethal weapon akin to some kind of air pressure cannon.
“Hahaha.” The two Blue Horns and the Balrant all laughed heartily at the Fat Brother’s plight.
Kim, however, looked down at White Hair with arrogance and mockery in his eyes.
However, the next second, the group’s eyes flashed with shock.
A black shadow quickly blurred past, Mu Fan’s fierce gaze pinned straight on the shooting Blue Horn, his body leapt high, right fist seemingly ready to smash down hard.
The Blue Horn who had just fired, eyes appearing naive, suddenly flashed with ferocity, thumb swiping forcefully on the gun barrel, pulling the trigger again.
When it shot Harry, the gun’s power setting was at 3, now it was a 5!
This undoubtedly signified the level of energy output!
But as the moment the opponent fired, Mu Fan’s body twisted downward sharply, pressing one hand against the ground, his entire body compressed to a third of his original height, transforming within 0.1 seconds from airborne descent to power-charging on the ground.
A blue hollow shock wave over 30 cm wide blasted out from the umbrella-shaped metal tip, instantly piercing through where Mu Fan had just paused, leaving a long blue light trail in the air.
This time, Mu Fan’s feet finally flipped forward with his body, aiming at that short Blue Horn.
Ancient Flow Boxing Skill – Sky Kick!
His legs sprung out heavily like springs.
Thunk!
Those around seemed to hear a balloon-popping sound, then the Blue Horn who fired transformed into a human cannonball, slamming into the bench with a bang.
Mu Fan’s formidable leg strength even pierced through the opponent, wrecking the bench entirely, the Blue Horn’s tiny eyes going lifeless.
The strange gun broke apart into pieces upon falling to the ground.
And the companion seemed to just react at this moment, suddenly bursting with speed no less than Mu Fan’s, swinging his short left arm emitting a blue light, ready to strike Mu Fan.
Seeing this, White Hair’s pupils shrank instantly; the second Blue Horn’s explosive power was strong!
This seemed to be… their race’s combat skill!
“Little…” White Hair’s warning barely got the second word out before hearing a resounding—
“Bam!”
In White Hair’s view, yet another human cannonball flew out.
“So… fierce.”
“So damn satisfying.”
White Hair muttered, he liked Mu Fan’s straightforwardness to just fight sometimes.