Capítulo 1060: Chapter 833: My Name, Holy Hall! (2nd Update)

“Who am I?”

In Mu Fan’s indifferent pupils, a scene flashed by—a fighter instructor with unparalleled martial arts skill, yet who never revealed his true face in front of Mu Fan.

It was Mohandas’s legacy that truly opened the door to fighting for Mu Fan.

In his heart, Mohandas is his eternal teacher.

And now, he finally presents the moment that Instructor Mohandas had once hoped for in this world.

He looked up quietly at his opponent and, facing those terrified and venomous eyes, walked forward slowly.

A soft glow around Mu Fan was not at all abrupt, blending perfectly with the darkness as it flickered gently.

“Are you asking about the current me?”

“My name is…”

“Holy Hall!”

That glorious word came coldly from Mu Fan’s mouth.

The blue radiance around him swirled with the airflow, as if cheering and rejoicing for this name.

That cold, mysterious, and majestic figure stood in front of Night Ghost.

“Holy Hall… Holy Hall…”

“Why have I never heard of this name!”

Night Ghost coughed up blood and gasped, his hands hidden behind him, starting to turn into black mist from the fingertips, forming a thin stream that snaked into the crevices of rocks behind.

Mu Fan tilted his head, looking at the opponent’s ugly face and those seemingly fearful scarlet eyes.

He raised the dark gold short stick in his right hand high above his left shoulder.

The pupils in Night Ghost’s eyes contracted abruptly, an ominous feeling flashing through his mind, and the hands behind him began to vaporize rapidly.

“What are you going to do!”

Just as this final shrill scream echoed.

Mu Fan remained silent, merely looking indifferently at the opponent’s ugly head, blinked, and…

Swung heavily!

The short stick, coated with a layer of blue gloom, instantly carried an unmatched ferocity and struck Night Ghost’s grotesque face with great force.

His expression of surprise, shock, and bewilderment froze on his face.

The fifty-kilogram short stick, under Mu Fan’s terrifying strength, struck Night Ghost’s head as if an engineering hammer smashed into a round watermelon.

Not even a fragment burst forth, directly exploding with a single swing.

Pang!

In the violent explosion, a mist of blood exploded before Mu Fan.

In the rock crevices, the retreating black stream froze instantly and then slowly dissipated.

The great stone, now tinted red, a headless corpse slid along its surface, falling into the dirt.

The seventh-tier mutant Night Ghost, nearly immune to physical attacks, encountered the universe’s sole walking Holy Hall… warrior, in these wilderness woods that buried countless skeletons.

His proud methods of sneaking, concealment, defense, and evasion, before the armored Dragon Rider at this moment…

Were worthless.

Mu Fan placed his right hand on the azure Dragon Core.

The ghostly energy began to gradually recede, flowing back into his heart.

The overwhelming sense of leaping began to gradually vanish.

The magnificent yet ancient Dragon Rider War Armor began to fade into the air, reverting back into those jade white bone fragments.

Mu Fan gently took out the Dragon Core.

The armor pieces collectively left his body, flew to Mu Fan’s right hand, and in an instant formed a jade white bone sphere, resembling a fine piece of artwork.

With clothes nearly shredded and his body full of scars, Mu Fan reappeared before Lu Qingxue.

He looked down indifferently at the headless corpse.

Took out his Sky Communication, aimed at the rock, and pressed the photo button.

A flash of white light passed.

The picture was clearly captured.

… Second in the division, Night Ghost, dead.

Then he turned to look at the similarly battered Lu Qingxue and smiled.

“Senior Sister, you see, at night… he’s no match for me.”

Lu Qingxue stood there quietly, cold and proud, but at this moment, she smiled.

Her long lashes trembled lightly, and a bright glow burst forth in her eyes instantly.

Like a Snow Lotus blooming in the cold wind, stunning the world.

She gently tilted her head, letting the chilly night wind scatter her hair, and a soft voice came:

“You’re the best.”

Mu Fan grinned, showing a mouthful of big white teeth.

In that carefree smile, Lu Qingxue’s Snow Building Sword fell to the ground, drops of blood sliding down her fingertips.

Mu Fan’s gaze was shocked, narrowing sharply as he landed on Lu Qingxue.

…

In section B of Oasis City, a blue-haired young man with an exceptionally calm demeanor was quietly sitting on the second floor of a high-end restaurant.

This restaurant is the closest building to the west entrance of section B.

The view here is excellent.

If this were one of those bustling Peace Planets, such an striking individual would probably attract the eyes of many young women.

Unfortunately, this is a government-abandoned place, filled with desperados, mercenaries, wanderers, and the few women here largely fall into two categories.

One is elite mercenaries, the other is women selling their bodies to survive here in exchange for information or living supplies.

Therefore, the charisma of this calm young man is destined to attract little attention from the opposite sex.

However…

In this chaotic place filled with countless scoundrels, there seems to be no lack of same-gender interest in him either.

“Pretty boy, you look unfamiliar, just arrived at Oasis City, huh?” A burly man in a brown leather jacket, flaunting his strong muscles, walked up to the blue-haired youth, sat down abruptly with a face full of ill intent.

The ice-blue orbs casually glanced at this thug with a beefy face, serenely putting down the teacup in his hand.

“Get lost.”

The single word uttered gently seemed to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

“Hahaha, turns out you’re a spicy one, I like that,” the thug’s eyes shone with lewd light, “Such a handsome guy, and alone. Come on, stick with me, and you’ll be living large in Oasis City.”

With that, a hand reached directly for the blue-haired youth’s face.

Behind him, four brawny men stood there laughing, leisurely watching their comrade.

A hint of deeply hidden savagery flashed in the young man’s ice-blue pupils.

He neither dodged nor flinched, watching the approaching hand in his pupils.

His right hand gripped the teacup again…

And splashed it backhandedly.

“Hahaha, he actually wants to splash me…”

Within the thug’s laughter, the tea turned into a mist spreading flat in the air.

The thick right hand just reached into the mist, and the wild laughter still echoed in the air.

The mist instantly solidified into countless ice crystals.

Spreading instantly to the shoulder, his arm stiffened suddenly, losing all sense in the extreme cold.

“What did you do! Let me go!” he growled vengefully.

“Hold this pretty boy down for me, today I’m going to kill him.”

As the thug bellowed in fury, the remaining four lunged at the blue-haired youth simultaneously.

In the ice-blue pupils, a bloody glint flashed, and at the corner of that stern face, a slight smirk appeared.

With one hand, he slammed the teapot down hard, shattering it instantly, the scalding water inside erupting explosively.

His other hand, dangling at his side, swung backhandedly.

The steaming mist flew laterally toward the four men.

Visible to the naked eye, the steam dissipated instantly, the refraction of countless ice crystals shining in the air.

The four were instantly enveloped by the mist.

Five crystalline ice sculptures were frozen at his side.

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