Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 437 - 212: Now, Do You See It? (Congratulations Alliance Hierarch Tadashi)

“Hehehe…”

A more primitive ruthlessness and ferocity continually emerged in Mu Fan’s eyes. His right hand was drawn out from the shattered wooden staircase, casually tossing away the torn fabric in his hand.

It won’t do, Artwood absolutely did not allow himself to fail.

His already deep-purple pupils shrank to a point.

His hands, like Dragons probing out, disappeared from the spot once again.

Murderous Secret Skill—Rushing Tiger Arrow!

One second he was dashing on the floor, the next he blinked high into the air, his hands shaped into claws rushing down with relentless speed.

Mu Fan merely tilted his head, watching the advancing figure, his face still sporting a mad cast, different than his earlier cold demeanor.

The last of his rationality in his mind kept telling him, don’t act… don’t kill.

So he just quietly observed the rushing figure.

“Die for me!” Artwood, in a desperate Counterattack, had closed in the last distance, his odds of winning greatly magnified in his heart.

But the next moment, his eyes bulged because that figure left a mere afterimage in its place.

“You’re… too slow.”

The soft voice rose next to his ear; before he knew it, three fingers were resting on his throat.

A thumb, forefinger, midfinger, precisely gripping his throat.

Note that at this point, Artwood was still in a rushing state, yet those fingers on his throat, besides letting him feel the temperature of the fingertips, had no pressure at all.

This meant, this person was actually moving backward at a synchronized speed with him!

“Blessed…”

As Mu Fan finished speaking, his fingers subconsciously wanted to tighten, but at that moment a slight clearness appeared in his eyes, and the last two words were forcibly swallowed.

Therefore, the remaining two fingers suddenly spread, five fingers joined into a palm and moved upward, then tightly gripped.

Artwood’s face was actually seized solidly in mid-air by Mu Fan!

The soft voice by his ear once more,”Didn’t you want to have a look?”

A sinister smile appeared on Mu Fan’s face, then he fiercely pressed down on Artwood’s right hand.

“Then watch closely!!”

Under the control of his palm, Artwood’s head suddenly stiffened.

The next second, the afterimage behind him disappeared, reintegrating into his body, then he was violently flung back by Mu Fan gripping his face.

Mu Fan’s steps left a trail of afterimages on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

First the balustrade, then the wooden frame, followed by the partitions, and finally a row of parallel seats.

Artwood’s back of the head, in Mu Fan’s hands, became the weapon breaking through it all.

The robust figure of one meter and ninety, was forced direcly into that row of seats by Mu Fan in a posture filled with brutal beauty.

Just like Feng Xin who had been pressed into the wooden frame before.

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Only a lingering afterimage of Feng Xin was observed, he could not bother to care about the fat man spitting and mocking at him, now his heart was filled with a feeling called despair, his view of life and world being turned upside down in a shock.

One of the Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Department at Dingchuan Academy, physically reaching beyond level 22, Thunderstorm Heavenly King—Artwood Studio with Finger Tiger Fighting Skill evaluated above grade A!

Yet just now, he was caught by the head by a freshman shorter than him and pressed back!?

He tried to turn around to look, but the sharp broken wooden frame forced him to not dare move a fraction.

Artwood felt his head struck multiple times, yet that single hand pressing on his face seemed an insurmountable chasm, leaving him no power to resist.

With one last thunderous explosion, his brain was a mess of intense confusion, the world spinning before his eyes.

One had to admire Artwood’s physical constitution; despite such a heavy blow at level 22, his cervical spine hadn’t fractured, yet his shoulder bone was severely injured.

Perhaps Mu Fan had controlled his strength from the beginning.

After two or three seconds, a cough sounded, and Artwood finally felt his consciousness beginning to return to his body, but that’s when a hand like an iron clamp gripped his neck.

The suffocating sensation returned, but what surged in his heart was a humiliating rage, a feeling of his dignity being trampled underfoot.

“Now… do you see it?”

Mu Fan’s eyes were still blood-red, though they were beginning to fade.

His tone was more indifferent than before, surpassing it without failing to do so.

Artwood’s neck strained to come forward.

But a greater force surged.

Bang! Creak.

The wooden chair behind him split another section, and he was pressed down further into it.

Several broken pieces of wood had pierced his back, and he could feel the blood streaming out.

“Setting up this scene was fun, wasn’t it?”

Mu Fan’s hand covered Artwood’s face, gripping his bones painfully.

“Don’t you like stepping on others?”

Mu Fan exerted force in his hand again, and Artwood’s head heavily knocked back onto the ground.

“Now, tell me how does it feel?”

Lifted, then pressed down again!

Bang!

On the other side, Feng Xin felt that if he listened for a few more seconds, he might wet his pants. What kind of person had they provoked?

Now his heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.

The pain from his broken wrist was completely suppressed by fear.

The fat man on the other side laughed until tears came out, the relief coming just in time.

“Who is behind you?”

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the face already marred with countless cuts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bang!

Another heavy blow.

“Then I’ll change the person.”

Mu Fan surprisingly released his right hand that was pressing down Artwood, slowly stood up, and looked down to speak.

He wasn’t worried about Artwood getting up at all, as his body had at least six broken bones.

Though all had avoided fatal areas, getting up?

Mu Fan let out a cold laugh.

His eyes shifted to Jin Ling, still trembling on the other side, but now… she was genuinely shivering.

Mu Fan steadily walked towards Jin Ling, his silent aura already making it difficult for Jin Ling to stand steady, she kept retreating, supporting herself against the wall with one hand.

But Mu Fan’s footsteps still advanced steadily.

Her pure and pitiable appearance didn’t attract the slightest attention from Mu Fan; his indifferent gaze, when cast upon a weak woman, could create immeasurable pressure.

When Mu Fan was 2 meters away, Jin Ling’s legs weakened, ready to fall.

But then a hand reached out…

And gripped her neck.

Slowly lifted.

Her pale neck was strikingly noticeable in Mu Fan’s blood-stained hand, but he showed no mercy because she was a pure and pitiable young woman.

This unexpected hand caused Jin Ling’s face to turn red in an instant, unable to speak.

Mu Fan just tilted his head to look at her, then continued to walk back slowly, holding her with one hand.

Walking up to Artwood lying on the ground, he met his gaze and revealed a sinister smile.

His right hand suddenly loosened.

Jin Ling immediately fell from her suspended state, collapsing on the ground with heavy gasps.

“I ask, you answer.”

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