"Hiss..."
The broadsword swept behind Mu Zhan, but the figure he had expected failed to appear.
The sharp broadsword cleaved through empty air, while Su Tian remained nowhere to be seen. Mu Zhan's strike missed entirely.
"Not good!"
At that moment, alarm jolted through Mu Zhan's heart, and he let out a low cry.
Then Su Tian's soft chuckle drifted into his ears from behind him, carrying a faint trace of mockery.
"Your reactions aren't bad. Unfortunately, you're still too weak."
"You..."
Mu Zhan's mind reeled at those words, and a powerful sense of unease surged through him.
Before Mu Zhan could turn around, however, Su Tian mercilessly planted a vicious kick in his back. A tremendous force erupted on impact, pouring straight into Mu Zhan.
"Pfft..."
Faced with that heavy blow, Mu Zhan's strength afforded him not the slightest chance to fight back against Su Tian.
A mouthful of scarlet blood gushed from Mu Zhan's mouth. Beneath the night sky, his body became a cannonball as Su Tian's kick sent him hurtling away.
Su Tian had not dealt this romantic rival a killing blow.
Otherwise, with Su Tian's strength, that kick alone would have been enough to end Mu Zhan's life.
Considering the relationship between the Mittel Family and the Mu Family, Su Tian had kept his head rather than letting his emotions dictate his actions.
Of course, in Su Tian's eyes, a mere Mu Zhan posed no threat to him. He had struck this time to make him abandon his designs on Ya Fei.
Naturally, Su Tian did not want other men coveting his woman.
"Crash..."
A heavy crash rang out as Mu Zhan slammed into a wall at the end of the street.
In an instant, dust billowed everywhere, and shattered bricks buried Mu Zhan beneath them.