In the silent jungle, apart from Mu Fan's indifferent mockery echoing through the air, there was no other sound.
Mu Fan continued to gaze quietly at the canopy overhead.
He had not been wasting his effort.
Because he was certain that he had truly struck his opponent just now.
Even when he could not trust what his eyes saw, he would still trust his instincts completely.
"Not bad... You've got some brute strength, hehe."
The strange voice came from Mu Fan's left, rapidly drawing closer.
But Mu Fan suddenly twisted his waist to the right. His bones cracked explosively as he extended his right arm, spreading all five fingers wide.
Bang!
A thick brown vine lashed through the air in utter silence.
The massive vine, nearly as thick as an arm, slammed heavily into Mu Fan's palm.
Yet rather than sending Mu Fan flying as intended, it was firmly gripped by his five fingers.
His chilling gaze turned toward the depths of the forest to his right.
"Is that all you've got?"
The muscles on Mu Fan's arm bulged as he yanked hard!
Riiip!
A sound like tearing silk rang out beside him.
Under the pull of his tremendous strength, the vine stretched taut, then snapped apart in midair with a bang.
Mu Fan flung half the vine aside, smashing a palm tree over fifteen centimeters in diameter clean in two.
Mu Fan casually tossed away the half-vine in his hand and rolled his neck.
His gaze returned to the canopy, Leaping Blood Color dancing in his eyes.
That indifferent smile appeared on his face again. "Can you feel pain now?"
Behind layers upon layers of canopy...
A vine as thick as three fingers behind Wood Man Saint suddenly burst apart. Green blood seeped steadily from his back, only to