Capítulo 1047: Chapter 820: Brutal Slaughter… As a Memento

The hard blood-red fang, the token representing the Blood Teeth Team’s Death Order, was crushed to dust between Mu Fan’s fingers.

A cloud of blood-red dust rose in front of him.

He stepped forward…

Lu Qingxue had just sat down when she felt a terrifying tremor emanate from beneath her feet.

The figure that brought warmth to her from the darkness vanished instantly.

And where Mu Fan had been standing, there appeared a depression nearly two meters in diameter on the ground.

[Such power…]

Lu Qingxue’s clear eyes shone brightly, her heart mildly stirred.

[Strength breaks a thousand moves!]

This state of Mu Fan brought Lu Qingxue a peak violence, strong enough to defy imagination.

The blood-stained silhouette shot straight towards the opposite side, Mu Fan’s right hand like a clamp, his stern gaze fixed on Poison King’s… throat.

At this moment, Poison King, his hands cupped in front of his chest, conjuring a black mist.

Press and merge…

Press and merge…

As Mu Fan’s voice rang out, a flash of cruelty crossed Poison King’s murky eyes.

“Say that again when you’re in Hell!”

The purple and green bandages, like a Demon God, abruptly gathered on his shriveled, terrifying right arm.

Bang.

The black mist was struck into a swirling vortex, tearing through space, straight towards Mu Fan.

Boom!

The black vortex exploded mid-air just two meters away from its release.

Like a meteor striking at full speed, the terrifying air wave spread a shockwave through the air.

Then a blood-red figure charged through it fiercely.

The violent figure enveloped in blood mist reached three times the speed of the black poison vortex.

The enraged and shocked Poison King didn’t have time to retreat before seeing those indifferent, merciless blood-red eyes.

In an instant, they were less than a meter apart…

The iron-like hand clamped onto his throat with a thunderous force!

The surging power flowed entirely into the dry mummy-like figure before him as Mu Fan came to a sudden stop.

Bang!

The bandages tightly wrapped around Poison King’s back exploded into pieces.

His eyes bulged, and the intense pain at his throat involuntarily brought tears to his eyes.

But from this moment, in his blood-thirsty state, Mu Fan wouldn’t give him even a moment to breathe, not even for… begging for mercy.

Mu Fan’s indifferent, cold, blood-red gaze shifted from Poison King’s ugly, nauseating face to behind him…

His right foot stomped again.

With imposing force, clutching Poison King’s throat, he crashed through the recently closed wooden door behind.

Boom!

The maple-constructed door shattered instantly.

Yet his momentum didn’t diminish!

Mu Fan pushed Poison King’s body with his right hand, crashing through three barriers, crossing the sandy-colored street horizontally and hitting a mud wall on the opposite side like a shell.

The entire wall was engulfed in a yellow dust wave in an instant.

Dust fell softly on both their bodies.

The people walking normally on the street were startled!

Many people quickly pulled out guns in caution.

“What just flew past?”

“That flying… was a person?”

“Maple Leaf Bar!”

The mercenaries who live constantly on the edge of death were extremely tense at this moment.

In a place where life is so precarious, who knows what kind of people they’d encounter!

As people watched the scattered rubble intently, a dispassionate voice devoid of emotion suddenly came from the sandy-yellow dust cloud.

“Don’t worry…”

“You’re not the first.”

As the dust settled, a blood-red figure emerged from within.

The aura around the figure was almost tangible, with the dust not even touching him, dispersing a few centimeters from his skin.

“Materialized spiritual power… where did this monster come from?”

A mercenary carrying an alloy saber remarked sternly in a low voice.

When he looked at his companions, he saw the same solemnity in their eyes.

A fighter at this level… is already at the pinnacle of a Grandmaster, right!

“This is a vendetta, stand aside.”

An elderly interstellar wanderer stood firm, saying decidedly.

As the crowd began to disperse, the blood-red figure took a step back.

People instantly saw the “pressed” soft body embedded in the wall.

Poison King’s body now showed distortions and protrusions at every joint.

That was the scene of bones shattering under the violent impact.

“My… poison… can’t fail.”

“Who… are you?”

His gaze was somewhat scattered, but the viciousness hadn’t faded at all; instead, the hatred grew even deeper.

Mu Fan, with blood mist rising around him, was immune to all his poisons…

For Poison King, this psychological blow was far worse than the physical pain.

Mu Fan silently watched him, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes; hearing this questioning soliloquy, his facial muscles remained unchanged.

He didn’t speak.

He simply tilted his head slightly, possibly conveying… are you finished?

Then he raised his right hand, gently placed it on Poison King’s shoulder.

Sssss, smoke arose…

That was a sign of rapid decay on Mu Fan’s palm.

But Mu Fan’s right hand slid down the other’s arm unperturbed, disregarding the searing pain of the constantly corrosive bandage poison.

Because within his chest, his heart vibrated at five times the speed, fiercely beating.

With each beat, surging blood coursed to every part of his body.

Beneath the decaying skin… was rapidly healing muscle.

Mu Fan’s right hand gripped Poison King’s wrist, suddenly tightening.

Crack…

The sound of bone cracking was heard.

“Ah!”

The scream of pain from Poison King echoed, and fear finally began to surface in his mind.

Because this guy wasn’t human at all!

Why was he unaffected by my potent poison, letting his skin rot without changing expression…

And why was he holding my wrist!

Embedded in the wall, Poison King’s entire body was so weak he couldn’t move.

“Who the hell are you!”

The shrill wailing echoed through the street at that moment.

However, simultaneously, those standing nearby felt their hearts skip a beat.

…

Mu Fan lifted his eyelid for one last glance at Poison King.

His left foot stepped gently back, presenting a cross step stance.

Yet the next second, Mu Fan whirled around, with muscles on his right arm bulging!

Spinning, his right arm outstretched, swung round in reverse!

Embedded in the wall, Poison King was ruthlessly dragged out with irresistible force, then…

Violently flung!

As Poison King’s body flew over Mu Fan’s head, a dozen nearby people distinctly heard the grating sound of bones and muscles being crushed.

Boom!

Above the four large words [Maple Leaf Bar], a circle of smoke and dust erupted, a black smoke circle.

That feeling… like a suddenly exploding black sandbag.

The originally red maple leaf symbol now turned into a mass of blackened, rotten flesh.

A nauseating stench instantly spread into the air.

Several people standing near the bar entrance instantly vomited.

“Ugh, how many years was that rotten meat left there, F-u-c-k!”

“Ugh, stop talking…”

A big white guy in a tight vest clutched his mouth tightly, and as he opened his mouth to restrain his companion, bile mixed with undigested remnants spewed from his fingers.

Mu Fan stood indifferently on the road ten meters from the bar, looking up at the thoroughly smashed corpse.

He took out his Sky Communication, raising his palm.

Click.

The photo was clearly captured on the Sky Communication.

Blood Teeth Team branch, executed 1 person…

For remembrance.

The youth was tall and slender, his expression indifferent.