Mu Fan humiliates Edgewood and then defeats Kemmler, the top expert of the Black Water Clan, with ease. As Mu Fan dons his war armor, he prepares to face eighty armed guards.
“Is he… out of his mind?” a collective whisper rippled through the onlookers.
However, young Enoch was practically vibrating with sheer exhilaration. He surged past the obstructing elders, making a beeline for Wang Nuonuo and clutching her sleeve with feverish energy. “It’s Brother Mu! Brother Mu is furious, those people are finished, hahaha!” His clear, childlike voice sliced through the spacious tent, prompting the delegation members to exchange glances not of concern, but of profound disbelief.
Had that fellow truly run out of lives?
Without even the White Armor Tribe stepping forward, he dared to challenge eighty foes single-handedly?
This wasn't merely preposterous; it was utter lunacy!
Yet, only one person present wore an expression of unwavering faith, entirely devoid of apprehension. She simply gazed at the receding figure with captivating eyes.
He was her knight!
The one who had previously turned the tide, plucking her from the very precipice of despair—Mu Fan.
The undefeated hero etched in her heart.
Wang Nuonuo brushed away the tears trailing down her cheeks with the back of her hand, a tearful smile gracing her lips as she looked at the cheering, chubby boy beside her. She gently patted his head. “Little Enoch, how did you know he was Brother Mu?”
“Hehe, because Brother Mu is the one who brought me here. He saved my father and me, obliterating a whole squad of twenty Udan spearmen,” the little boy replied without a moment’s hesitation.
The guileless words of a child, yet they sent shivers down the spines of every single delegate present.
At this precise moment, fear contorted everyone’s faces, and all eyes simultaneously swiveled towards that robust, upright silhouette.
The flickering dark gold armor radiated an uncanny green luminescence, a hue none of them had ever witnessed before.
Indeed, if they were to rely solely on their senses…
That spot was merely empty air!
“Roar!”
“Kill.”
Two Udan spearmen nearest to them at the back of the tent let out furious roars, launching their projectiles towards Mu Fan. The quills screamed through the air.
The delegation’s guards finally bared their fangs. After two elders had been violently repelled, even within the sanctuary of the Galaxy tent’s encampment, they were compelled to act!
After all, the rules stipulated that the opposition had initiated the breach.
Six of the remaining guards were dispatched to assess the condition of the two fallen elders, while the rest focused their attention on the figure clad in dark gold armor.
Spears and crossbows were made ready.
Yet, within their field of vision, that figure merely… twisted into an afterimage with effortless grace!
There was no sound of footsteps, no whistling rush of displaced air.
The two recently launched spears abruptly… halted in their flight with an unsettling stillness!
To the utter astonishment of the two Udan spearmen, a pair of eyes, glowing with a strange green aura, fixed upon them with grim intensity.
In a series of movements that appeared both unhurried and lightning-fast, its outstretched arms simultaneously lunged forward.
Puff!
A singular sound, and both spears pierced the bodies of the spearmen. Their chests instantly caved inward, pinning them helplessly to the ground whilst suspended in mid-air.
Mu Fan calmly strode past the two writhing figures, his gaze unwavering.
The muscular strength and neural reaction speed of the native inhabitants here vastly exceeded the Galaxy Federation’s established metrics. The sheer resilience and sharpness of their vine shafts and bone spears possessed an astonishing capability, rivaling even alloy-based weaponry.
But...
When confronted by this Dragon Rider War Armor, a product of the Holy Hall’s legacy…
There existed no… body its arsenal could not penetrate.
Nor was there… a weapon it could not cleave through!
Buzz!
Twenty Redstone Crossbows unleashed their volleys in unison, the taut strings singing with the intense friction of displaced air.
Twenty bolts converged in an instant!
Upon witnessing this barrage, Isaiah’s pupils narrowed.
Even a warrior as formidable as himself had fallen victim to an ambush by the Red Stone Clan’s crossbow bolts!
Mu Fan’s eyelids flickered open. The dark gold short rod in his left hand spun and shifted along his shoulder, his arms crossing to form a blur.
The faint green luminescence before Mu Fan rapidly interwove, coalescing into a distinctly visible net within half a second!
Redemption — Third Stage — Dark Hall Barrier!
Ping.
To the collective astonishment of all observers, the converging crossbow bolts, fanning out in reverse, disintegrated into a fine mist mere meters from Mu Fan.
The rotating short rod gradually decelerated.
From start to finish, Mu Fan’s forward momentum never faltered.
“Watch out!”
At this critical juncture, Isaiah suddenly bellowed a warning.
Buzz!
A heavy, string-twisting tension reverberated loudly.
No one had anticipated that from beside a massive rock, a youth adorned with three streaks of red ochre paint on his face would suddenly burst forth, wielding a formidable crossbow nearly a meter wide!
Its width more than doubled that of standard crossbows, and its bolt was as thick as a grown man’s pinky finger. This was unmistakably a Hunting King Crossbow, designed for the dangerous pursuit of Star Beasts!
The pure Meteorite Gold crossbow arrow, complete with blood grooves, possessed the power to easily pierce the formidable skull of a Star Beast!
Astonishingly, such a formidable weapon had been concealed within the Red Stone Clan's delegation.
Even more unexpected was the fact that an individual would unleash an attack with this very Hunting King Crossbow!
Before the assembled crowd, the figure who had been advancing forward suddenly found his right hand conspicuously absent.
It happened concurrently with Isaiah’s startled cry: Mu Fan, his right hand extended with fingers splayed open beside his ear, suddenly clenched into a fist.
An afterimage, moving too swiftly for the eye to follow, instantaneously materialized in its place.
Squeak!
With a grating sound of sharp friction that set teeth on edge, Mu Fan’s forward momentum was finally halted.
His entire body was abruptly yanked half a meter to the side.
A palpable wave of heat radiated from his palm.
In an almost unbelievable feat, Mu Fan had caught the one-meter-long, heavy crossbow arrow with his bare hand!
This was the very first weapon forged from pure metal he had encountered since arriving on this planet.
The young assailant, his eyes wide with pure terror, stood frozen to the spot.
The Hunting King Crossbow arrow, crafted from unadulterated Meteorite Gold, was now held firmly in Mu Fan’s grasp.
The sight nearly caused the attacker's heart to cease functioning from sheer fright.
Mu Fan slowly pivoted his head, his gaze locking onto the youth.
The crimson blood seal emblazoned on the youth’s forehead bore an uncanny resemblance to that of the recently deceased spear leader of the Udan, their name being Hawthorn.
Upon meeting Mu Fan’s cold, impassive eyes, the youth took a sharp intake of breath and abruptly twisted, attempting to retreat behind a massive boulder.
However, at this precise moment, a fiery rage ignited within the depths of Mu Fan’s irises.
His right foot slammed down with immense force, his waist coiled, and his arms unleashed with explosive power.
The air itself seemed to crackle with the thunderous sound of the projectile's release.
Within Mu Fan’s grip, the Meteorite Gold Crossbow Arrow, renowned for its ability to hunt colossal Star Beasts, streaked back through the air with a velocity matching its original trajectory.
The youth had barely managed to scramble behind the enormous rock.
The lingering afterimage of the crossbow arrow slammed violently into the stone.
Bang!
The very center of the imposing three-meter-tall rock instantly detonated, erupting into a deep, radiating crater that pierced clean through.
Puff!
From behind the shattered rock, a figure plastered against the stone wall was struck with the force of a lightning bolt.
He desperately tried to look down, his eyes fixated on the gaping, bowl-sized wound in his chest, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his face. He attempted to speak, but no sound emerged.
An enveloping darkness and an icy chill surged through him like a powerful tide, and the youth collapsed wearily to the ground.
"Cregaven!"
Edgewood, staggering out of the misty zone at that very instant and witnessing the catastrophic event, felt his heart lurch with profound shock.
