Ding, ding, dong!

In the continuous sounds of collision, all of Alva’s attacks... none were effectively executed.

As long as his attack could land, he was confident it would hit.

But every time he made a move, the opponent seemed to anticipate it, stopping just at his point of exertion.

This feeling made him almost explode.

"Ah!!!"

Alva’s roar exploded in the night sky.

However, his roar abruptly stopped just a second later.

Mu Fan withdrew the pointed short stick.

The opponent’s attack was intercepted once again.

This feeling of having strength but unable to use it made Alva so suffocated that he almost spat blood.

His strength and weapons were completely ineffective, while he could only be like a land turtle, passively taking a beating.

Finally, after having his attacks interrupted dozens of times, Alva rolled back onto his feet, looking at Mu Fan angrily, gasping for breath like a bull.

His unruly long hair surged with the wind in tune with his furious mood.

"Do you dare to fight me like a man?"

Amidst this angry roar, Alva in front of everyone actually threw his axe and shield aside... violently!

The bone-gold weapons were casually tossed away by him.

The breeze under the night sky stirred Alva’s hair, and the torchlight made his chiseled face appear as dignified as the sun god.

Only the bloodshot eyes diminished some of the beauty.

"Fist to fist, foot to foot, fight like a man, do you dare!?"

A deep roar burst from his chest, Alva’s anger had reached its peak.

Hearing the shout from the opposite side, Mu Fan’s eyes turned cold.

Buzz~

In the slight tremor of the air, the spinning short stick slowly stopped.

Crouching like a wolf, Mu Fan’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

"Then I’ll satisfy you."

He stabbed his left hand downward!

The short stick stood on the ground, ghost energy flowing back to his heart from his palm, without the support of energy. At this moment, the curved light scythe blade returned to its unremarkable appearance, an intricately patterned dark gold short stick.

Mu Fan clapped his hands, slowly straightening his body, the veins on his muscles becoming more prominent.

Mu Fan walked toward Alva, who was a circle stronger than him, his voice clear in the wind: "Do I have to defeat you to earn your respect?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Heh. If you can beat me, I’ll respect you. But... there hasn’t been anyone who can beat me, Alva, yet!"

Alva’s eyes were filled with boundless battle intent, the momentum in the arena surged once again.

"Roar!"

"Go for it!"

The surrounding cheers erupted even higher.

The faces of the White Armor Clan were flushed with excitement.

Fight! Fight!

The innate battle attribute etched in their bones made them thrilled and boiling with excitement upon witnessing such a primitive scene of violence.

"Brother Mu, go for it, teacher sister is waiting for you."

The chubby Enoch shouted loudly, Nuonuo’s face turned completely red, she glared at the chubby boy who was making faces, and then shyly looked at Mu Fan, nodding vigorously.

"Heh."

Seeing Nuonuo’s gaze, Mu Fan chuckled, and the indifference on his body began to recede like the tide.

Replacing it was...

The violent aura rising like a fierce beast.

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

With his chest heaving, Mu Fan’s breathing sounded like a wild beast.

His body moved into a large bow step stance, right fist twisted backward like a drawn arrow, sounds of tension emanating from his arm.

In an instant, his footstep stacked over seventeen times, pressing into a heavy step on the ground.

Boom————

Everyone only felt a heavy thud in their eardrums, as if hearing a giant elephant trampling the ground.

Then, in their vision, the ground beneath Mu Fan’s feet suddenly collapsed.

He launched forward like a flat-firing cannonball.

Mu Fan, whose build was not bulky, initiated the attack?

"Good!"

Alva roared, a hint of excitement finally flashing in his pupils, muscles bulging all over, his muscles gleaming with a rocky luster under the firelight.

Comparing strength with Alva, the strongest of the young generation of the White Armor Clan?

This was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen.

Alva stepped out toward Mu Fan, his figure darting forward like a leopard.

Graceful posture, without a hint of sluggishness.

Six Forms·Steel!

Six Forms·Charging Step!

Stacked Moves————

Six Forms·Cannon Heavy Cannon!

In the rapid circulation of blood, the compressed ghost energy surged out of his heart, infusing his limbs.

Leaving a trail of afterimages, Mu Fan suddenly halted in his rapid charge.

The next second, the ground inexplicably sank five centimeters, and Mu Fan’s speed suddenly increased by fifty percent!

The two figures clashed loudly.

Boom!

Like giant rocks colliding, at this moment, the wind stirred by both clashed into a machine, instantly creating a circle of airwaves.

Mu Fan appeared maintaining a punching stance.

Alva’s long hair whipped up, his right arm swung like a giant log.

Both flew backward, plowing deep furrows in the ground.

"Yes, that’s the feeling. If you want to earn my respect, let the White Armor people see your strength!"

Even though it seemed like he hit a mountain directly, the heavy counterforce made his muscles spasm momentarily.

That strength really surprised Alva.

But...

The feeling acted like a stimulant, instantly driving Alva wild.

Boom!

The two clashed once again.

Alva’s right leg suddenly kicked out just before the punch landed, sending Mu Fan flying five meters!

"Again!"

Feeling that terrifying strength almost comparable to Ruan Xiongfei, Mu Fan not only didn’t feel defeated, but his smile grew wider, yelling out gleefully.

...

Stacking Skill, Six Forms·Impact Hammer.

Boom!

Alva blocked a punch with his arms but was knocked mid-air.

...

Boom!

Mu Fan flew out from the dust like a sandbag.

...

Clang!

A deep purple fist mark appeared on Alva’s shoulder blade.

Thump!

Activating Six Forms·Steel, Mu Fan looked down at his abdomen.

A large fist imprint was marked on it.

The punch just now nearly dissipated his ghost energy.

But the wild nature in Mu Fan’s veins burned like fiery fire.

...

The sounds of heavy punches and kicks continued to resonate.

At this moment, the two showcased a stunning violent beauty.

Crack!

Mu Fan just snapped a rock wood that required two hands to hold.

Crack.

Alva punched a deep dent into that blue steel stone.

Their exchange continued relentlessly.

The astonished eyes of the onlookers soon turned dazed.

"Is... is this Alva?"

A stout man standing two meters muttered to himself.

Beside him, a dozen companions gripped their war axes tightly, unable to utter a single word.

The person with a face battered in blue and purple, body covered in bloodstains, was actually Alva?