Vol 5 Chapter 98: Beast showdown

Ding, ding, bang!
In the successive collisions, all of Alva's attacks...none of them could be effectively hit.
As long as his attack can be hit, he is confident that he can hit it.
But every time he just shot, the other party just happened to be stuck at his point of force as if he had predicted.
Let his next attack be intercepted instantly.
This feeling made him almost explode.
"what!!!"
Alva's roar blasted under the night sky.
However, his roar just lasted for a second and stopped abruptly.
Mu Fan retracted the short stick he pointed out.
The opponent's attack was intercepted again.
This feeling of strength but no use made Alva suffocate to the point of vomiting blood.
His power and weapons are completely useless, and he can only be passively beaten like a mainland turtle.
Finally, after being interrupted for dozens of attacks in succession, Alva turned over and withdrew back to the original place, looking at Mu Fan opposite, panting like a cow.
The unruly long hair was stirring in the wind with the master's angry mood at this moment.
"Do you dare to fight me like a man!"
In this roar, Alva threw his axe and shield to the sides... violently!
The weapon made by Bone Gold was just thrown away by him.
The breeze under the night sky was blowing Alva's hair, and his angular face was set off by the torch as heroic as a sun god.
It's just that the bloodshot eyes in the eyes have destroyed a bit of beauty.
"Fist to fist, foot to foot, fight like a man, dare you!?"
A vigorous roar exploded from his chest, and Alva's anger had accumulated to the extreme.
Mu Fan's eyes became cold when he heard the roar from the other side.
Hum~
In the slight air tremor, the rotating short stick slowly stopped.
The corner of Mu Fan's mouth, who leaned over like a wolf, curled up.
"Then satisfy you."
Left hand stab downward!
The short stick stood on the ground, and the nether energy began to flow from the palm of the hand back to the heart. Without the maintenance of energy, the curved sickle blade at this moment returned to its plain appearance, a densely patterned dark gold short stick. .
Mu Fan patted his hands and slowly straightened his body, the blood vessels in the muscles all over his body became more distinct.
In this way, Mu Fan walked towards Alva, who was a lap stronger than him, and his voice was clearly audible in the wind: "Can you be convinced if you win?"
"Heh. If you can beat me, I will convince you. It's a pity...the one who can beat me Alva hasn't come out yet!"
The fighting spirit in Al Ah's eyes was infinitely high, and the momentum in the court rose again at this moment.
"Roar!"
"Come on!"
For a while, even more cheers erupted around.
The excited faces of the Baijia tribe were a little red.
fighting! fighting!
The combat attributes imprinted in their bones made them excited when they saw this most primitive scene of violence.
"Brother Mu, come on, teacher and sister are waiting for you."
Little Fatty Enoch yelled there, her Nunuo cheek turned red. She glared at the grimacing little fatty, then looked at Mu Fan shyly and nodded vigorously. .
"Hey."
After seeing Nuonuo's eyes, Mu Fan chuckled, and the indifference on his body began to recede like a tide.
replaced by……
The raging breath that transpires like a beast.
"call……"
"call……"
With his chest rising and falling, Mu Fan's gasping sound resounded like a beast.
The big lunge opened, the right fist twisted backward like a charged arrow, and there was even a crackling sound from the arm.
The soles of the feet were superimposed more than seventeen times in an instant, pressing into one step and stomping on the ground.
咚
Everyone just felt the eardrums drum, as if they heard a giant elephant stepping on the ground.
Then in their field of vision, the ground beneath Mu Fan's feet suddenly collapsed.
He brought his fist with a man, like a flat-fired cannon ball blasting forward.
Mu Fan, who is not a burly figure, actually launched an attack?
"it is good!"
Alva yelled violently, and finally a trace of excitement flashed through his pupils, and the muscles all over his body were stunned. The muscles shone like a rock under the light of the fire.
Comparing his strength with Alva, the strongest of his younger generation of Bai Jia tribe?
This is simply the most ridiculous thing he has ever seen in his life.
Alva took the first step against Mu Fan, and his figure instantly threw out like a cheetah.
A vigorous posture, without any muddle-headedness.
Six types·Steel!
Six styles, rush!
Overlapping moves
Six-style Cannon!
In the rapid blood circulation, the compressed phantom energy once again rushed out of the atrium to perfuse the hands and legs.
Mu Fan, who pulled out an afterimage, suddenly stopped in the rush.
In the next second, the ground sank five centimeters out of thin air, and Mu Fan's figure instantly accelerated by 50%!
The two figures collided.
boom!
As if a huge rock collided, the sound of the wind brought by the two hit the machine at this moment, and a wave of air was instantly stirred up.
Mu Fan, who appeared in freeze frame, kept his punching posture.
Alva's long hair flicked, his right arm hammered out like a huge wood.
The two crashed and flew at the same time, ploughing deep soil marks on the ground.
"Yes, that's how it feels. If you want to win my respect, let the Baijia people see your power!"
Even if it seemed to hit a mountain directly, the heavy counter-shock force made his muscles spasm.
That kind of power really surprised Alva.
but……
That feeling, like a stimulant, makes Alva go wild in an instant~EbookFREE.me~Boom!
The two punched again.
Alva's right leg suddenly popped out just before the confrontation, shook Mu Fan and kicked him out of five meters!
"Come again!"
Feeling the terrifying power almost comparable to Ruan Xiongfeng, Mu Fan not only didn't feel frustrated, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider, and he shouted out cheerfully.
...
Superposition technology, six types·impact hammer.
boom!
Alva took a punch with his arms, but was actually beaten into the air.
...
boom!
Mu Fan flew out of the dust and mist like a sandbag.
...
Huh!
A deep purple fist mark appeared on Alva's shoulder blade.
Boom!
Mu Fan, who turned on Six Forms·Steel, looked down at his abdomen.
A huge fist print was printed on it.
Just a punch, almost broke his phantom energy.
But the madness in Mu Fan's bloodline burned like a fire.
...
The sound of fists and feet was constantly being heard.
The two people at this time showed a shocking beauty of violence.
Click!
Mu Fan just swept off a rock that he could only hold with both hands.
Click.
Alva punched a deep hole in the blue steel stone.
Two of you come and go.
People's shocked eyes soon became dull.
"This... is this Alva?"
A two-meter tall man stammered to himself.
By his side, a dozen of his companions clenched the battle axe in their hands, but couldn't say a word to respond.
Alva, the person with a black and purple face and blood all over his body, turned out to be Alva?
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