The figure before his eyes suddenly vanished the next second.
Mu Fan took a huge sliding step forward. As he brushed past Basham, a crisp crack of bone rang out.
Crack!
Basham's left arm was forcibly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.
"Ah!—"
The excruciating pain nearly drove him out of his mind.
To ease the pain, his body instinctively twisted to the side.
But just as the thought of turning his head arose, his body froze beyond his control.
Because a hand had landed on his shoulder.
And a calm voice drifted down from above.
Basham looked up blankly...
Yet all he saw was the back of a figure flashing past overhead.
And the sensation of being sent flying through the clouds.
A-rank martial skill—Great Stele Throw!
Mu Fan seized his opponent's arm, flipped down from midair, and slammed his left hand heavily into the ground.
Boom!
Basham's entire arm was twisted apart, and his whole body was forcibly swung in a circle before being smashed into the ground.
The violent impact blasted dust into the air.
All his howls vanished completely with that tremendous crash.
Mu Fan, bent so low he was nearly crawling on the ground, released his grip and slowly stood.
Basham's mouth hung wide open as his entire body was embedded in the hard earth.
His eyeballs bulged grotesquely, black-red blood flowing from all seven orifices.
There was no sign of life left.
With Mu Fan in Dragon Rider form, swinging a man into the ground only demonstrated the extreme precision of his control.
Because without restraint, Basham would have been nothing more than a puddle of blood.
That throw had been a truly lethal Killing Move.
Even until his death, Basham did not understand why Mu Fan had not even wanted a prisoner.
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