Now, Can You See It? (Alliance Leader He Tadashi)

(A second bonus chapter for the guild leader "tadashi" - finally I've paid back one, lol)

"Then I—"

The moment those two words were uttered, the floor beneath Mu Fan's feet instantly shattered into a mist!

"—I'll show you!"

Rip! Boom!

With a tearing sound, a figure instantly vanished from its spot.

Atwood clutched his right shoulder in horror.

Starting from the shoulder, the entire sleeve was torn off, and five deep, bloody marks appeared instantly on the right arm, as if plowed by iron claws.

The burning pain kept stimulating his nerves!

From the moment that kid's eyes turned red, his speed and strength... doubled!?

His heart was pounding violently. Just a moment ago, he felt the aura of death. If he hadn't dodged it with a near-self-destructive burst technique, he probably would have been blasted to the ground.

"Hehehehe..."

A more primal ferocity and violence surged in Mu Fan's eyes. He pulled his right hand out from the broken wooden staircase and casually threw away the torn burlap in his hand.

No, Atwood absolutely cannot allow himself to fail.

His already deep purple pupils shrank to a single point.

His hands shot out like dragons, and he vanished from his spot once more.

Brutal Killing Technique - Tiger Sprint Arrow!

One second they were running on the floor, the next they were in the air, their hands outstretched into sharp claws, pouncing with incredible speed.

Mu Fan merely tilted his head, watching the figure rushing forward, his face still showing a kind of madness, completely different from his previous indifference.

The last vestiges of reason in his mind kept telling him that he couldn't do it... to kill.

So he simply watched the figure rushing towards him.

"Die!" Atwood was now in a desperate counterattack, had broken through to the final distance, and his chances of winning were growing infinitely larger.

But the next moment his eyes bulged, because the figure left a residual image on the spot.

"You... are too slow."

A soft voice sounded in his ear, and three fingers were placed on his throat without his noticing.

His thumb, index finger, and middle finger were gripping his throat.

Keep in mind that Atwood was still running at this moment, and the three fingers that were pressing against his throat did not give him any pressure except for the warmth of the other person's fingertips.

This means that the person was actually moving backward at the same speed as him!

"A blessing..."

After Mu Fan finished speaking, his fingers subconsciously wanted to clench, but at this moment a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes, and he forcibly swallowed the last two words.

So the remaining two fingers suddenly spread open, the five fingers came together to form a palm and moved upwards, and then they clasped tightly together.

Atwood's face was still in mid-air when Mu Fan grabbed it tightly!

The voice whispered again in my ear, "Didn't you want to see?"

Mu Fan revealed a sinister smile, then pressed down hard on the other person's right palm.

"Then you'll have to watch!"

Atwood's head, which was under the control of the other's hand, suddenly froze.

The next second, the afterimage behind him disappeared and returned to his body. Then, Mu Fan pressed his face down and sent him flying backward.

Mu Fan's footsteps left afterimages on the ground.

Boom boom boom boom!

First came the carved railings, then the wooden frame, followed by the partitions, and finally a row of seats side by side.

In Mu Fan's hands, Atwood's back of the head became a weapon to break through all of this.

The imposing man, standing over 1.9 meters tall, was shoved into the row of seats by Mu Fan in a brutally beautiful manner.

Just like Feng Xin, who was previously forced into a wooden frame.

Feng Xin, who had only caught a fleeting Feng Xin of a shadow, froze. He couldn't care less about the fat man who was spitting at him and mocking him. Right now, he was filled with a feeling of despair, a shock that had instantly overturned his worldview and outlook on life.

One of the Five Heavenly Kings of the Combat Department of the Dingchuan Academy, with Physical Standard of over level 22 and a Brass Knuckles Fighting Technique rated at level A or above, Thunderstorm Heavenly King - Atwood!

Just now, a freshman who was a head shorter grabbed his head and pushed him back down!?

He tried to turn around to look, but the sharp edges of the broken wooden frame prevented him from moving an inch.

Atwood felt as if his head had been struck several times, but the boy's hand pressed against his face was like an insurmountable Natural Barrier, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

With the final booming sound, my mind was filled with violent chaos, and the world spun before my eyes.

One has to admire Atwood's physical prowess; despite suffering such a heavy blow with a level 22 physique, he did not suffer a fractured neck, although his shoulder bone was severely injured.

Or perhaps Mu Fan controlled his strength from the very beginning.

Two or three seconds later, with a cough, Atwood finally felt his consciousness returning to his body, but at that moment a hand like an iron clamp gripped his neck.

That suffocating feeling returned, but what surged up even more was shame and anger, the humiliation of having one's dignity trampled underfoot.

"Now... do you see it?"

Mu Fan's eyes were still bloodshot, but the redness had begun to fade.

The indifference in his tone was even greater than in his previous tone.

Atwood strained his neck to try and straighten up.

But an even greater force emerged.

Thud! Crack.

The wooden chair behind him split open again, and he was forced to sit in it once more.

Several pieces of broken wood had pierced his back, and he could feel the blood gushing out.

"Isn't this setup interesting?"

Mu Fan covered Atwood's face with his hand, gripping it so tightly that it hurt his bones.

"Don't you like to put others down?"

Mu Fan exerted force again, and Atwood's head slammed heavily onto the ground once more.

"So how do you feel now? Tell me!"

Lift it up, then press it down again!

Bang!

Feng Xin felt like he was going to wet his pants if he listened for a few more seconds. What kind of person had they offended?

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

The pain from the broken wrist was completely overwhelmed by fear.

The fat man over there burst into tears of laughter again; this was the perfect opportunity to vent his anger.

Who is behind you?

Mu Fan stared indifferently at the face that was covered in countless scratches.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Bang!

Another heavy blow.

"Then I'll choose someone else."

Mu Fan actually released his right hand that was holding Atwood, slowly stood up, looked down and said.

He wasn't worried at all that Atwood would be able to get up; the man had at least six broken bones in his body.

Although all lethal points were avoided, how can one get up?

Mu Fan let out a cold laugh.

His eyes glanced at Jin Ling, who was still trembling, but now... she really was trembling.

Mu Fan walked towards Jin Ling step by step. His silent aura made it difficult for Jin Ling to stand, and she kept backing away, supporting herself against the wall with one hand.

But Mu Fan continued to move forward steadily.

Her innocent and pitiful appearance did not attract Mu Fan's attention at all. When his indifferent gaze was cast on a woman who was powerless, one can imagine how much pressure she felt.

When Mu Fan was still 2 meters away, Jin Ling's legs went weak and she was about to fall.

But then a hand reached out...

He grabbed her by the neck.

Slowly lift it up.

Her fair neck stood out starkly against Mu Fan's blood-stained hands, but Mu Fan felt no pity whatsoever just because she was a pure and pitiful girl.

The sudden hand made Jin Ling's face turn bright red, and she couldn't say a word.

Mu Fan merely tilted his head and glanced at her, then slowly walked back carrying the bag in one hand.

He walked up to Atwood, who was lying on the ground, met his eyes, and gave him a Sen Ran smile.

My right hand suddenly loosened.

Jin Ling was instantly released from the suspended position and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"I ask, you answer."

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