Chapter 440 Now, Have You Seen It? (Congratulations to Leader Tadashi)

(For the lord "Tadashi" plus the second chapter, I finally finished one, laughing and crying)

"Then I—"

When these two words were uttered, the floor under Mu Fan's feet instantly burst into fog!

"—I'll let you see!"

Tear! boom!

There was a sound of cloth being torn, and a figure moved away from the spot in an instant.

Atwood clutched his right shoulder in horror.

Starting from the shoulder, the entire sleeve was completely torn off, and five deep blood marks appeared on the right arm in an instant, like iron claws plowing through.

The burning pain kept stimulating his nerves!

Just after that kid's eyes turned red, his speed and strength actually... doubled! ?

Right now, his heart was shaking violently. Just for a moment, he felt the aura called death. If he hadn't avoided it with a self-harming explosive secret technique, he might have been blasted to the ground at that time.

"Hehehehe..."

The more primitive ferocity and violence in Mu Fan's eyes continued to emerge, and he withdrew his right hand from the pierced wooden stairs, and casually threw away the torn linen in his hand.

No, Atwood will never allow himself to fail.

The dark purple pupils narrowed a little.

The hands stretched out like a dragon, and the whole person disappeared in place again.

The secret skill of violent killing-Running Tiger and Arrow!

One second he was still running on the floor, the next second he flashed high in the sky, his hands stretched into sharp claws, and he culled them with extremely violent speed.

Mu Fan just tilted his neck, looking at the rushing figure, his face was still full of madness, completely different from the previous indifference.

The last rationality in his mind kept telling him that he couldn't do anything... to kill.

So he just quietly watched the rushing figure.

"Die me!" Atwood, who had already belonged to the Jedi counterattack, had reached the final distance, and his chances of winning were infinitely magnified.

But the next moment his eyes bulged, because that figure directly left an afterimage in place.

"you are too slow."

A soft voice rang in his ears, and he didn't know when to put three fingers on his throat.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger are clasping his throat.

You must know that Atwood was still running at this time, but the three fingers clasped on his throat did not feel any pressure except for the temperature of the other's fingertips.

This shows that this person is actually regressing at the same speed as him!

"Gift..."

After Mu Fan finished speaking, he subconsciously wanted to squeeze his fingers tightly, but at this moment a little clarity appeared in his eyes, and the last two words were forcibly swallowed.

So the remaining two fingers spread out suddenly, and the five fingers moved upwards together into a palm, and then clasped tightly.

Atwood's face was pinched tightly by Mu Fan while it was still in the air!

The voice next to the ear sounded softly again: "Don't you want to take a look?"

A wicked smile appeared on Mu Fan's face, and then he pressed the opponent's right palm and pushed it down suddenly.

"Then you'll be fine!!"

Atwood's head froze suddenly under the control of the opponent's palm.

In the next second, the afterimage behind him disappeared and returned to his body, and then Mu Fan held his face and flew back with a bang.

Mu Fan's footsteps left afterimages on the ground.

Boom boom boom!

First is the railing, then the wooden frame, then the partition, and finally a row of side-by-side seats.

The back of Atwood's head became a sharp weapon in Mu Fan's hands to break through all this.

The majestic figure with a height of more than 1.9 meters was pushed directly into the row of seats by Mu Fan in a posture full of brutal beauty.

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

Feng Xin, who only saw an afterimage over there, froze, he ignored the fat man who was mocking and spitting at him, and now his heart was full of an emotion called despair, which was his outlook on life, The world view was instantly overturned and shocked.

One of the five heavenly kings of the Dingchuan Academy's fighting department, the king of thunderstorms with a physique standard of 22 or above, and a knuckle knuckle fighting skills judged above A-level-Atwood!

Just now, a head-short freshman grabbed his head and pushed him back! ?

He tried hard to turn around to look, but the sharp wooden frame fracture forced him to dare not move an inch.

Atwood felt that his head had been hit several times, but the boy's single hand on his face seemed to be an insurmountable moat, which made him unable to resist at all.

With the last bang, there was a violent chaos in the brain, and the world was spinning in front of my eyes.

I have to lament Atwood's physical fitness. Under such a heavy blow with a 22-level physique, he has not yet broken his neck bone, but his shoulder bone has been seriously injured.

It is more likely that Mu Fan controlled the intensity from the beginning.

After two or three seconds, with a cough, Atwood finally felt his consciousness begin to return to his body, but at this moment a hand like iron clamps grabbed his neck.

That feeling of suffocation came again, but what came to my heart more was the shame and anger, the insult that my dignity was trampled under my feet.

"Now...do you see it?"

Mu Fan's eyes were still blood red, but it had already started to fade.

The indifference in that tone was worse than his previous tone.

Atwood's neck struggled to move forward.

But a greater force surged forth.

Boom! creak.

The wooden chair behind him split again, and he was pushed into another section.

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

"Isn't it interesting to set up this game?"

Mu Fan's hands covered Atwood's face, scratching his bones ached.

"Don't you like stepping on others?"

Mu Fan exerted force again, and the back of Atwood's head hit the ground again.

"Then tell me what it feels like now?"

Lift it, then press it again!

Boom!

Feng Xin over there felt like he could pee his pants after listening to it for a few seconds, who did they provoke?

Now his heart was beating desperately, almost out of his chest.

The pain from the broken wrist was completely overwhelmed by fear.

The fat man over there burst into tears again, this anger was too timely.

"Who is behind you?"

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the face that had already been scratched by countless scars.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Boom!

Another thud.

"Then I'll change."

Mu Fan actually let go of Atwood's right hand, stood up slowly, looked down and said.

He wasn't worried at all that Atwood would be able to get up, and now the opponent had at least six broken bones all over his body.

Although they all avoided the lethal parts, but want to get up?

Mu Fan sneered.

Looking over there, Jin Ling was still trembling, but now...she was really trembling.

Mu Fan walked towards Jin Ling step by step. The silent momentum made it difficult for Jin Ling to stand still, and she kept retreating while supporting the wall with one hand.

But Mu Fan's footsteps are still advancing steadily.

That pure and pitiful appearance did not attract Mu Fan's attention at all. When his indifferent eyes were projected on a woman who was powerless, one could imagine the pressure.

When Mu Fan was still 2 meters away, Jin Ling's legs gave way and she was about to fall down.

But then a hand stretched out...

strangled her neck.

Lift it up slowly.

The white neck was extremely conspicuous in Mu Fan's bloody hands, but Mu Fan didn't feel any pity because she was a pure and poor girl.

This unexpected hand made Jin Ling's face flushed instantly, and she was speechless.

Mu Fan just tilted his head and glanced at her, then walked back slowly with one hand in his hand.

Walking up to Atwood who was lying on the ground, he met his eyes and showed a serious smile.

His right hand suddenly loosened.

Jin Ling was instantly released from the suspended state, and fell limp on the ground, panting violently.

"I ask, you answer."

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