Chapter 1572: Chapter 88: Is That All You Have to Say for Your Last Words?

Cregaven, disguised and concealed among the mission warriors, was... the most beloved youngest son of the Red Stone Clan’s Second Elder!

His status in the Red Stone Clan, without exaggeration, is at least one level higher than mine!

And now, Edgewood could only stand there, dumbfounded, staring at the corpse that couldn’t rest in peace.

"You actually killed Cregaven!"

Edgewood’s eyes were red as blood, and at this moment, his aura was chaotic to the point of madness.

"So what if I killed him." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Mu Fan casually shook his hand, his gaze calm as he looked over. The cold voice beneath the face armor echoed chillingly, "Let’s... continue our discussion."

Edgewood’s entire body began to tremble. He suddenly raised his head and roared, "Red Stone Clan Guards, kill him for me!"

"Black Water Clan Guard, carry out the order together!" Kemmler stood up shakily, his breath filled with extreme murderous intent.

Buzz!

A swarm of crossbow arrows and bone spears flew out instantly.

The Vine Stick Warriors of the Black Water Clan, holding vine sticks, charged forward like rampant beasts.

But, at the exact same moment, a sound like the roars of a lion exploded behind Mu Fan.

"White Armor — throw the axes!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky behind.

Just as Mu Fan walked indifferently ahead, hundreds of flying axes suddenly whistled through the air, fiercely cleaving into the bodies of those mission warriors.

The axes carried a tremendous force; once they struck, the human body would be split like being decapitated by a giant blade.

In an instant, the nearly eighty-person guardian group was reduced to a third.

Blood was everywhere.

Edgewood and Kemmler looked towards the Starry Tent in shock and anger.

At this moment, Isaiah, the Clan Leader of the White Armor Clan, stood outside the tent, gripping his White Bone Heavy Hammer, a fierce smile on his face.

"How could my White Armor Warriors let their friends fight alone?"

"Since you’re discussing the second round, go ahead and discuss it well! Hahahaha!"

Isaiah laughed heartily, not caring a whit that his wounds burst open, spilling a large amount of blood.

Too exhilarating.

They actually slaughtered the second elder’s son of the Red Stone Clan on the spot.

This truly thrilled him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Only this way could inflict the damn Red Stone Clan’s flesh pain.

After the unexpected assassination of the first round by the White Armor Clan, most of those killed were the unprepared Red Stone Clan crossbowmen and Udan spearmen.

Yet, most of the Vine Stick Warriors of the Black Water Clan relied on the long stick in their hands to peculiarly block and sweep away the flying axes.

The remaining twenty Vine Stick Warriors in fish skin armor continued their charge towards Mu Fan.

Mu Fan’s gaze shifted from the two elders to those before him, his posture firm.

His right arm jerked back, the ends of the Dark Gold Short Stick suddenly expanded with three centimeters of green glow, like a sharp cone.

As the short stick blurred momentarily, a series of floating, immobile ghostly green raindrops eerily arose in front of Mu Fan.

Redemption Second Stage — Thousand Fierce Rain!

Mu Fan faced the Black Water Stick Hands charging forth in an instant, his arm pulled to the limit like a loaded crossbow, suddenly launching forward!

His figure along with his arm vanished instantly.

Swoosh!

In a flash, thousands of raindrops formed a terrifying storm, roaring through the crowd.

Ten meters ahead.

A string of straight afterimages solidified, Mu Fan slowly lifted his head while still holding the single-arm forward pose.

Behind him, twenty-one figures clad in vine armor, holding vine sticks, simultaneously froze in place.

Some maintained running stances, some had legs bent as if about to jump the next second, some just landed, releasing their force...

As confusion settled in their pupils, vitality receded like a tide.

Bang, bang bang bang bang!

In a breath, the heads of twenty-one Black Water Stick Hands simultaneously exploded, and all twenty-one battered corpses fell desolately to the ground.

Isaiah, who was just about to provide further assistance, could no longer hide the shock in his eyes.

Just now, at that instant...

He completely didn’t see it clearly!

"Alva, did you see clearly?"

Isaiah asked in shock beside him.

The sturdy-looking young man cautiously shook his head, "Couldn’t capture it."

"Since the appearance of that armor, his power trajectory has completely changed, the force generated and its environmental feedback totally don’t match up."

Alva at this moment harbored complex emotions hard to express.

From his first appearance, that young man has exerted unimaginable pressure on everyone, and now even he didn’t clearly see the process of puncturing the formation an instant ago.

Gone is the initial rampant crushing by sheer force.

Now he’s directly evolved from a savage warrior into a battle master possessing superb martial arts skills.

This change makes him feel even more uneasy.

The feeling of treasures from one’s eyes being forcibly taken away by others makes his chest upset and congested.

But beside Wang Nuonuo, little Enoch suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Yes... it’s this scene again!"

"Just this scene!"

That scene pulled him back from the brink of death when he was in despair, showing up once more.

The beauty of the combination of strength and skill made young Enoch’s heart so excited he could hardly contain himself, even almost going mad with excitement.

Upon the tribe’s high walls, some people stood stunned, leaning against the parapet, looking on.

Everyone’s mindset at this moment was akin to witnessing a miracle.

Just standing upright, Kemmler was stiff like a rock in place, and then his eyes were instantly bloodshot.

"My Black Water Clan seals a blood feud of life and death with you! You will perish!"

Boom!

At this moment, Kemmler finally fully unleashed his astonishing combat prowess.

The Black Vine Stick heavily implanted into the ground, and within three meters, the earth instantly cracked.

His whole body launched like a frenzied ape into the seven to eight meters high sky, the long stick swinging round in a thundering smash.

Mu Fan’s short stick held horizontally against his forehead.

Boom!

His feet suddenly sunk nearly half a meter.

Then, in Kemmler’s shock and rage-filled gaze, they defiantly locked eyes.

"Is that your last words?"

In the chilling voice, Mu Fan abruptly withdrew his arms, and in less than a tenth of a second, unleashed double the accumulated power through the short stick in a violent smash.

A deep resonating sound.

Kemmler, clenching the Black Vine Stick, only felt as if a wild elephant charged into him, unable to control his body anymore, sent flying towards the sky amid the booming noise.

Mu Fan raised his head and looked towards Kemmler, whom he had blasted into the sky with one strike, taking a step and a half forward, bending his knee.

The ground spread with a faint layer of twisted airwaves, Mu Fan’s figure instantly twisted and vanished.

Ten meters high, still flying upward, Kemmler’s eyes widened suddenly.

Because he saw the figure that instilled fear into him, actually appear above, simultaneously raising the short stick in both hands for a ground-shattering smash!

Crack!

Along with the Black Vine Stick, Kemmler’s spine was shattered in one blow.

His eyes bulged from their sockets as Kemmler was violently smashed to the ground like a cannonball.

—Boom!

The blood mist erupted on the ground.

The First Elder of the Black Water Clan, half his body crushed, directly embedded into the hard earth, rendered silent.

In the vast, flat open ground, at this moment, all sounds ceased, silence reigned.