Tyrant

Two figures crossed paths.

Clang...

A piece of metal fell onto the rubble-strewn ground with a dull thud.

Testom slowly lowered his head. Within his sight, the mechanical arm, still attached to half a leather jacket sleeve, was glaringly conspicuous. Not a trace of blood flowed from its smooth severed surface.

Ash-white artificial muscle fibers wrapped around a titanium metal skeleton, reflecting a distinctive gleam beneath the firelight.

Why had everything changed after that brat picked up that ridiculous Three-Pronged Military Spike...

Why had the other party's strength and speed multiplied several times in that instant?

"Why..."

This time, Testom's voice no longer carried the mocking amusement of a hunter eyeing prey. There was only disbelief.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Vigorous heartbeats echoed from within Mu Fan's body.

At this moment, Mu Fan looked more like a mutant than Testom. Yet Mu Fan did not answer him. The Trilateral Javelin in his hand gradually stopped spinning, and he held it horizontally at his side with his right hand.

"Forty-five seconds," Mu Fan said flatly.

"You forced me..."

His voice was filled with suppressed pain.

With a hiss, steam once again erupted violently around Testom's body, instantly enveloping him in white vapor.

At this moment, he resembled a massive industrial machine running at full power. Mu Fan could only hear creaking from within the white mist, the sound of metal twisting.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes. Like a cheetah before an attack, he lowered his body and fiercely rubbed the two fingers of his right hand gripping the Trilateral Javelin together, powerful as an eagle's claw.

The Trilateral Javelin spun wildly in Mu Fan's palm like a drill operating at maximum speed, its sharp triangular tip aimed forward.

Boom!

The ground suddenly shuddered violently. Mu Fan felt as if a heavy