"Who am I?"
A scene flashed through Mu Fan's indifferent pupils: the Fighter Instructor, peerless in martial arts, who had never revealed his true face before him.
It was precisely Mo Handa's legacy that had opened the true gates of combat before Mu Fan.
In his heart, Mo Handa was his eternal teacher.
And now, he had finally brought to life in this world the scene Instructor Mo Handa had once hoped for.
He raised his head and quietly looked at his opponent. Meeting that terrified yet venomous gaze, he slowly walked forward.
A faint radiance shimmered around Mu Fan's body, neither abrupt nor obtrusive, gently gleaming as it perfectly melded with the night.
"Are you asking who I am now?"
"My name is..."
"Sanctuary!"
That glorious title left Mu Fan's lips with icy coldness.
The blue radiance around him danced with the currents of air at that moment, as though celebrating and rejoicing in that name.
That cold, mysterious, magnificent figure stood before Night Ghost.
"Sanctuary... Sanctuary..."
"Why have I never heard that name before?!"
Night Ghost lowered his head, coughing blood as he gasped for breath. His hands were hidden behind his back, beginning at the fingertips to turn bit by bit into black mist, forming a thin stream that snaked backward through the cracks in the rocks.
Mu Fan tilted his head, looking at that ugly face and those scarlet eyes that seemed fearful.
His right hand raised the Dark Gold Short Stick high above his left shoulder.
Night Ghost's pupils suddenly shrank. A terrible premonition flashed through his mind, and the hands behind his back began rapidly dissolving into mist.
"What are you doing?!"
Amid that final shrill cry.
Mu Fan said nothing. He merely looked indifferently at that ugly head, blinked, and swung his backhand...