Capítulo 1042: Chapter 815: Kill Once, Kill Again! (Second Update)

(There’s a third update in 90 minutes.)

The crowd was dead silent.

This guy is insane…

The other side had already claimed to be from the Oasis Brotherhood, yet he shot his head off with a single shot, then continued shooting until the corpse was completely pulverized.

As Mu Fan turned around, the people behind him retreated three meters in unison.

Mu Fan casually pulled out a dark gold-patterned short stick from behind him, the heavy end landing on the sturdy wooden table beside him.

Thud…

The tip of the stick then gently slid, the scraping sound of metal against the tabletop sent a chill down their spines.

“Continue.”

A calm voice echoed.

Some fierce mercenaries twitched at the edges of their faces but did not act out.

Mu Fan continued to scan the surroundings, his voice deep and powerful.

“…Continue?”

Bang!

The short stick was raised high, transformed into a lightning bolt as it fell.

The solid oak table was smashed into a mist of fragments under this strike.

“Weren’t you looking to make a move, con——tinue——ah!”

At this moment, Mu Fan’s dominance and ferocity were unmistakably evident.

The voice shook the liquid in the cups, causing them to ripple.

Finally, a burly man with a skull tattooed on his face, eyes glinting with fierce light, voiced out.

He spat, “Little bastard, today I’m gonna blow your head off!”

Bam.

A puff of white smoke suddenly erupted from the muzzle he drew.

Thud!

People only saw the short stick in Mu Fan’s hand spin into a phantom, then in the blink of an eye, smashed fiercely to the side and front.

A spark burst in mid-air.

A deep pit appeared instantly on the ground.

The spinning short stick didn’t stop; people didn’t even understand why this dark gold short stick spun so fast in Mu Fan’s hands.

They were left staring dumbfounded at the bullet hole on the ground.

Blocking a bullet!

This… TM is a Fighting Grandmaster!

And such a grandmaster could establish a sect on a planet.

Mu Fan looked up at the mercenary on the other side who was nervously aiming to fire a second shot, a cruel grin lifting at his lips, “Looking…to die!”

The ground vibrated with a hum as the spinning stick wind transformed into a dark gold blade wheel in the air!

With Mu Fan’s heavy steps on the ground, a residual image was drawn in the air as the “blade wheel” flashed through the crowd alongside Mu Fan’s body, appearing in an instant over the opponent diagonally above.

The burly man with the skull tattoo face was stunned, instinctively lifting his gun.

A cold sneer flickered in Mu Fan’s eyes.

His right hand pulled down diagonally from the front in an instant!

A fierce flash of fire occurred, accompanied by an explosion of blood mist.

Kneeling down on one knee.

In the buzzing sound, the spinning short stick gradually returned to its form.

Thud… This time, it was the gentle sound of the short stick tapping on the ground in reverse.

The mercenary holding a gun in front of him, now found that the magnetic energy rifle along with half of his upper body…

Had been sliced into two halves.

The blood splattered over several people nearby.

They stood there in a daze, allowing the warm blood to trickle down their heads without daring to move an inch.

Or rather, their feet were paralyzed with fear and wouldn’t obey their commands.

Uncle Green, who swaggered in earlier, Wheel, who clutched his belly crying and vomiting his dinner, and the wobbling fatty Jody who struggled to get up from afar…

They all had one common action at this moment.

Desperately swallowing saliva.

They felt an intense gratitude that their lives were stubbornly resilient.

They were not dead…

If they had recklessly pointed their guns like that idiot, their heads might have been obliterated by now.

This dark gold heavy short stick…

Mu Fan swore it felt more handy than any weapon he had used before.

Right after using Redemption’s Seventh Stage [Fanatic Cutting], that smooth sensation of Ghost Energy flowing, that extreme sharpness was something no other weapon possessed!

As he held this short stick, Mu Fan even possessed a feeling in his heart.

That in this world…

There was no defense he couldn’t break!

[Is this an illusion?]

In the blink of an eye, the last drop of blood that clung to the dark gold pattern finally dripped entirely into the floor.

Mu Fan slowly stood up.

The surrounding crowd retreated three meters again.

Now, some people were squeezed against the window, they wanted to both watch and flee.

As for what Triangle Eyes just said about the wonderful woman, they had no thoughts about it anymore.

This is a guy who can block bullets with a stick.

With such abilities and that inhuman strength, if he really let loose, a whole tavern wouldn’t be enough to satiate him.

Who is this Killing God, how come they’ve never heard of him before!

Mu Fan looked to the left and then to the right, his indifferent yet chilling voice sent shivers down the spines of those around him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t dare to make a move?”

“Who else wants to die…”

“Step forward.”

Buzz~

Buzz~

The dark gold short stick spun ominously in Mu Fan’s palm.

This time, any mercenary with ill-intentions, seeing the devastation around, seeing the two mutilated bodies lying before and behind, didn’t dare to utter a single word.

All they could do was silently shake their heads and retreat outwards.

Mu Fan sneered, strode with the dark gold short stick step by step to Lu Qingxue’s side.

“Let’s go.”

“Mm.”

A gentle voice replied.

Those closest indeed heard it, the voice as clear as jade beads falling on a silver plate, cool and pleasant.

Merely by listening to it could one imagine the noble demeanor and lovely appearance.

But…

Those closest dared not reveal the slightest hint of fierceness.

Because this fellow dressed like a refugee, was too brutal.

This aura, probably, only seen in top mercenary groups…

This bloody style almost rivaled that of the Blood Teeth Team.

A few people’s minds suddenly conjured such thoughts, then shuddered all over, extinguishing any remaining thoughts.

If it really were the Blood Teeth Team, then getting close is surely seeking death!

Mu Fan in front, Lu Qingxue following behind.

With every step they took, the crowd in front parted into a pathway on their own.

Now one could say, Mu Fan had practically blasted through the rice field bar.

Green stood still, unsure whether to leave or stay, because he realized Mu Fan’s eyes were staring straight at him.

He swallowed hard, but luckily the other four brothers, though equally terrified, didn’t flee either.

The short stick dangling carelessly in Mu Fan’s hand, but people couldn’t help but cast their eyes over it.

Mu Fan stood firmly and so did Lu Qingxue behind him.

He lifted his head, looking straight at Green opposite, his gaze indifferent.

“Toby is dead, now I want to buy some information from you.”

Green shuddered, nodded frantically, then suddenly shook his head forcefully.

Mu Fan squinted his eyes, “Is this… not going well?”

Uncle Green panicked, “No, no, no, I’ll tell you everything I know, won’t sell it, give it all to you as a gift!”

“Let’s talk outside.”

Mu Fan and Green brushed past each other sideways, leaving only a faint voice lingering in Green’s ear.

When Mu Fan was two meters away from him, that terrifying aura remained in his mind, making him shake his head vigorously.

Green looked at his brothers, shouted softly, “Let’s go!”

Wheel and Jody, who were injured, were supported.

Thus, the high-profile scoundrels of Oasis City, led by Uncle Green, for the first time experienced the honor of having dozens of eyes follow them.

And amongst the patrons of the entire bar, no one dared to utter half a word.

The ragged sign at the rice field bar’s entrance still swayed, finally falling to the ground after Mu Fan stepped out, unnoticed as Green stepped on it.

The bar owner wore a pained expression.

The group finally disappeared…

In the desert-style buildings, Mu Fan walked unhurriedly.

Green swore, never in his life had Oasis City felt so cold it made him shiver.

Finally, arriving at a fairly spacious corner, Mu Fan stopped.

Then turned around with an expressionless face…