How Are You Worthy?

"Hmm?"

Sa Yaru stopped in his tracks and tilted his head at Mu Fan in confusion.

Mu Fan slid back and landed three meters away. His left palm was held before his eyes, and Sen Ran's gaze peered through the gaps between his fingers at Sa Yaru. His right fist was drawn back at his waist.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Fan revealed an innocent smile.

Then, in the next instant, like a heavily armored vehicle running at full power, he crashed into the invisible wall Sa Yaru had raised.

His right fist carried a mad, savage aura as it slammed heavily into the invisible wall Sa Yaru had casually erected.

Boom!

A tremendous shudder rang out.

This time, the sound was even louder, and the tremor beneath their feet was far clearer.

Everyone even felt their hearts jolt.

Time froze once more!

In the distance, the dwarf Smedley stood on tiptoe to look over, only to see Mu Fan still holding the same pose as before.

Ah, he failed.

Quite a few people in the crowd shook their heads dejectedly.

Smedley lowered his head in disappointment as well.

Yet the instant he lowered his head...

A crisp cracking sound rang clearly through the space.

Crack, crackle...

Fine cracks appeared beneath Mu Fan's fist and spread outward, instantly covering the invisible wall between the two of them.

Sa Yaru was still casually holding one arm up, but Lu Qingxue sharply noticed that his palm was trembling slightly.

It was the involuntary tremor of his hand muscles.

Sa Yaru's raised foot hung in midair. Then, with utter disbelief in his eyes, he slowly turned his head back.

"It actually... shattered."

As he muttered in disbelief, the dense crackling continued without end. Then, a white mist like drifting dust spread along