Amid the excited cheers, the enormous tabletop streaked through the air under Bob's inhuman strength.
It came flying straight at him!
If that oak tabletop collided with Mu Fan's skull, it would definitely smash it open like a watermelon.
Bloodthirsty gleams appeared in many people's eyes.
The guests clinked their glasses together, splashing golden foam.
They were going to celebrate the magnificent scene about to unfold.
That mercenary who had come from who knew where... would he be smashed to death standing up, or would he drop to the floor and dodge like a dog?
Gelin's eyes narrowed. The instant Bob made his move, he lunged to the side and narrowly avoided the wildly crashing tabletop.
Then, when he looked at Mu Fan, his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!
Mu Fan stared grimly at the enormous tabletop.
His right hand crackled as it clenched into a fist, and a savage glint flashed through his eyes.
An icy aura surged into his arm. The bulging muscles beneath his sleeve swelled, then strangely settled back down.
Six Styles... Iron Body.
He stepped forward, his body drawn like a bow, his fist like an arrow.
As his fist shot out, everyone seemed to see an Impact Hammer smashing savagely into the tabletop.
—Great Bow Stance Cannon Fist.
Boom!
With an explosive crash like shattered metal and stone, Mu Fan smashed the table apart with a single punch.
That was real oak, nearly five centimeters thick!
The gun-toting mercenaries who had been laughing wildly stared blankly.
Fuck, that table could stop bullets, couldn't it?
And he smashed it apart with one punch?
"You want to fight?"
"Then I'll grant your wish!"
Mu Fan's voice was glacial as his feet slammed heavily into the floor.
With a dull thud, he launched himself from the spot