Capítulo 1040: Chapter 813: Then I’ll Satisfy You!

Amidst the crowd’s excited cheers, the massive table flew across wielded by Bob’s inhuman strength, leaving a ghostly trail.

It came straight at him!

If that oak table collided with Mu Fan’s skull, it would surely explode with a bang like a watermelon.

A bloodthirsty glint appeared in the eyes of many.

Glasses clinked together in the hands of these patrons, splashing golden foam.

They wanted to celebrate the great moment that was about to unfold.

That mercenary from who knows where… would be smashed to death standing, or dodge on the ground like a dog.

Green’s eye twitched, and at the moment Bob struck, he lunged sideways, narrowly dodging the table zooming in wildly.

Then when he looked at Mu Fan, his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!

Mu Fan looked ominously at that huge tabletop.

His right hand clenched with crackling sounds, a wild gleam in his eyes.

A chilling aura instantly rushed into his arm, and the muscles that bulged under his sleeve strangely smoothed out.

Six Forms… Iron Body.

A step forward, body like a drawn bow, fist like an arrow.

When the fist flew out, people seemed to see an impact hammer wildly pounding toward that table.

— Big Bow Step Cannon Fist.

Boom!

With a shattering bang, the front of the table was obliterated by Mu Fan’s punch.

That was near five centimeters of real oak!

The laughing mercenaries wielding guns froze with vacant eyes.

Damn, that table could block bullets, right?

Punched to pieces?

“Want a fight?”

“Then I’ll give you one!”

With Mu Fan’s chilling voice, both feet heavily stomped the ground.

With a muffled thump, his whole body shot up like a cannonball.

The worn mercenary outfit carried a gust of wind in its wake.

He crossed fifteen meters in three steps, leaping onto the platform in an instant.

The red-eyed big bald black guy Bob on the other side excitedly howled, and his fist big as a bowl smashed out like a cannonball.

“Roar!”

“Big Bob wants to rip you to…”

Boom!

Mu Fan soared through the air, twisting his body 180 degrees, drawing a powerfully muscled line in mid-air.

His right foot stamped heavily onto Big Bob’s fist.

Crack!

A clear sound of bone fracturing.

The mercenaries drinking in excitement were caught with a mouthful of beer, body hair standing on end.

Because in their view, that creepy white bone pierced right through the back of Big Bob’s right shoulder.

“Ah!”

Unable to suppress the painful wail, Big Bob’s punch couldn’t withstand Mu Fan’s wild strength at all.

The unspent kinetic energy sent him flying.

His massive body smashed through the birch bar, heavily embedded in the tall wine rack.

Bottles of red wine fell in a shower, shattering with bangs, the black chimpanzee who a second ago flaunted strength now lay soaked in fragrant wine.

The protruding creepy white bone from the right shoulder made everyone shudder.

A deathly silence fell around.

Then a second later, an explosive cheer erupted!

“Fu-ck! That’s the prettiest KO I’ve ever seen!”

“My money, Big Bob you piece of trash.”

“Hahaha, I betted on the win, the money’s mine, all mine.”

“Beat him to death, crush his balls, Big Bob’s finally down. Go, mercenary boy!”

Some even excitedly seized firearms and fired into the ceiling, then were beaten down by towering bartenders bearing down.

This was a man’s paradise, a place where violence was celebrated, a place unstrained.

…

The alcohol-intoxicated men, uncaring of what they were doing before, only focused on this splendid KO scene.

So those people tossed bills toward the stage again, raining money, in the midst of it Mu Fan gazed coldly, exuding a savage aura.

While some scantily clad, voluptuous bar girls ogled Mu Fan like sows in heat, licking their lips, posing seductively to show off their sexiest side.

These women seemed catalysts of emotional explosion, reigniting the heat wave.

The rice field bar was boiling, and what Uncle Green didn’t get to finish actually was very simple.

The rule at the rice field bar was—he who had the bigger fists spoke!

However, in the hot and lively bar environment, the previously ignored Triangle Eyes… Toby.

He already slipped into hiding, sneaking behind the gray-white cloaked position, eyes focused and greedy on this cloak.

As if he saw the unparalleled beauty beneath those ragged fabrics.

Toby licked his lips, quietly taking a white handkerchief.

On it was his exclusive formula from Oasis City.

The dose sprayed on this handkerchief could anesthetize a hippo.

He quietly moved closer to the cloaked woman…

If she were sold to those slave owners, she would surely fetch a high price.

She might really lodge in Oasis City’s upper residential district.

That arm silently reached toward Lu Qingxue.

In Toby’s plan, few women could notice his concealment aura.

Lu Qingxue’s eyes, sipping clear water, slightly lifted, setting down the glass.

A faint fragrance began surfacing from behind, the palm accelerated at once, about to cover Lu Qingxue’s mouth and nose.

Yet in this instant, a snow-white silver line suddenly appeared in the air.

Swish, slicing the view of several around.

Then…

A blood arrow shot up to the sky.

“Ah!”

In the piercing scream, everyone’s cheers abruptly ceased.

Mu Fan on the fighting platform suddenly turned to look back.

Only to see Lu Qingxue had risen, under that cloak, a longsword glittering like snow was drawn in front.

A drop of blood gingerly fell from the tip.

This longsword… unstained by dust.

And a meter in front of Lu Qingxue, an arm sliced shoulder-high lay quietly on the ground, palm still holding a pristine handkerchief.

Triangle Eyes was clutching his severed shoulder, rolling and wailing in anguish.

He never expected, with his palm just about to touch that cloaked person, to feel suddenly his arm was no longer his.

“My arm, my arm…”

“Ah! My arm!”

Tears streaming in agony, Toby’s triangle eyes glinting with malice and hate.

Yet Lu Qingxue, steadily pointed that descending sword tip straight at Toby.

The scene instantly quieted down.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward that spot.

Disgust flickered in Lu Qingxue’s eyes, then she lifted her gaze toward Mu Fan.

This young man with a fierce aura immediately stepped off the platform, standing in front of Lu Qingxue.

“What happened?”

Lu Qingxue said nothing, looking at the arm on the ground, “He tried to ambush.”

A savage glint flashed instantly in Mu Fan’s eyes, he bent down to pick up that handkerchief, and hadn’t even touched it when a slight intoxication washed over his brain.

This realization came instantly to Mu Fan who had visited Bai Guyue before.

This was a handkerchief tainted with potent anesthetic!

The opponent’s intentions were quite obvious—

Trying to drug Lu Qingxue!

A chilling voice rasped from Mu Fan’s throat.

“Since when did you start dealing in people?”

Triangle Eyes ignored, only howling furiously, shouting about murder.

While the bare-chested bronze Green spat in disgust, “He’s a well-known slave trader here, specializing in abducting newcomers.”

Finishing the sentence, he spat a mouthful in disdain, “We’re fighting, and you’re trafficking, damn bastard.”

Lu Qingxue’s lowered head lifted instantly!

A fierce gleam flashed in Mu Fan’s eyes, he stepped out, shielding Lu Qingxue.

He leaned down staring at the writhing Triangle Eyes.

A voice as harsh as a dead winter.

“You… want to die?”