Meanwhile, the fat man stopped howling and looked toward Mu Fan, who radiated a ferocious aura, with the reverence of a pilgrim. Excited, he slapped his own thighs.
Mu Fan, who had just risen diagonally into midair, unexpectedly threw a punch at the path of the incoming Blue Horn People as if he had foreseen it.
Two hard fists collided in an instant.
Pale blue luminous mist exploded between their fists with a bang.
There was not a ripple in Mu Fan's indifferent gaze.
Six Forms Severance!
Psionic energy had long since spread throughout his body. At this moment, the Six Forms inheritance from Instructor Mo Handa erupted with astonishing power—the reaction speed that surpassed human limits.
Spittoon Face only felt that he had been able to see Mu Fan's movements clearly before, but they suddenly blurred at this moment.
Then, the second Blue Horn Person was blasted away like a squat winter melon. The side of a nearby metal trash can instantly caved in, embedding a huge blue winter melon in it.
Mu Fan landed lightly and shook out his arm. He did not care in the slightest whether those two would suffer fatal injuries.
These two Blue Horn People were around 120 centimeters tall, yet each weighed at least a hundred kilograms. Their weight simply did not match their size.
With such body density and the nearly level-22 burst of strength just now, they absolutely would not be killed so easily.
Besides, Mu Fan had not struck to kill.
He had come here to buy something. Violence was merely a means, not the goal.
Without another word, Mu Fan had cleanly and decisively knocked the two of them down, then stood steadily before Spittoon Face and Jin.
He swept them with a cold gaze, then looked past them...