Nobles, My Ass

As for why Sai had been sent flying so miserably, even having his right arm broken outright...

As he spoke, the muscle fibers in Mu Fan's left arm visibly bulged in a strange pattern before returning to normal.

The fourth of the Six Forms, Dash Step!

Followed by the fifth form, Steel!

The ultimate derived technique—Impact Hammer!

Anyone with half a brain knew what would happen when flesh and bone collided with a steel arm launched at high speed.

The Penetrating Fist Technique of the Garoll Clan had ultimately failed to pierce Mu Fan's seamless steel-arm punch.

Mu Fan finally straightened up, then slowly walked forward amid everyone's disbelieving stares.

A cold smile hung in his eyes. It would have been truly laughable if he had actually been punched through.

He possessed the most unique inheritance in this starry sky.

The strangest energy of all: psionic energy.

Mo Handa, a true one-man army whose terrifying strength had virtually no limit.

That was why Mu Fan possessed power beyond human common sense!

"I'll... kill you!"

A roar that barely sounded human rang out. Sai, sprawled across the round table, slammed his right arm hard against the floor.

He actually used the force to spring up in an instant, kicking out with his legs pressed together like a drill.

Like a howling hurricane rising from level ground!

No one had expected such a sudden change.

A flicker of delight appeared in Tang Nashiu's eyes. Sai's move was powerful enough to kick straight through a hydraulic target dummy.

Mu Fan, who had been walking toward Sai, showed neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes. His left foot stomped heavily against the ground, and he swung a backward kick through the air.

A black crescent-shaped afterimage slashed across everyone's vision.

Fantasy Fighting Technique—*Crescent Wind