Galaxy Federation’s...

Universal interstellar language!?

Mu Fan squinted his eyes. This was an outcome neither he nor Black had anticipated.

So he clearly understood the other party’s language.

Who am I?

Heh, is there really a need to explain?

The situation in front of him was obvious: it seemed to be two indigenous tribes locked in a deadly fight.

The law of the jungle: survival of the fittest.

From the loss of his adoptive parents to surviving on his own for more than ten years, he had climbed out from a heap of corpses.

Thus, Mu Fan did not intend to get involved in this matter.

Any reckless action without truly understanding the truth of the matter is inadvisable.

Of course, except for special circumstances.

Therefore, Mu Fan lifted his eyelids and cast a calm gaze over Hawthorn leading the Red Stone Guard. He could feel those tall and skinny warriors holding spears had locked eyes on him.

"Just passing by."

After saying that, Mu Fan turned to leave.

His gaze swept past Enoch’s face. The dark-skinned little fat boy wasn’t looking at him; instead, he still stared hatefully at the Red Stone Guard over there.

A sense of approval for this little boy rose in his heart.

A true hero never puts hope in others.

This little fat boy, regardless of his strength, had a mindset that he recognized.

But that wasn’t a reason for Mu Fan to intervene.

His steps didn’t falter.

However, at that moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Saying you’re passing by in front of the Red Stone Tribe, and then you pass? Which tribe are you from... That outfit, I’ve never seen it before. Stop right there!"

Swish!

The sound of spears moving pierced the air.

Yet Mu Fan’s steps did not halt.

A sinister glint flashed in Hawthorn’s pupils as he twisted the spear in his hand, about to throw it.

But then, the little fat boy lying on the ground suddenly slapped the ground heavily.

Thud.

The heavy tremor even made Mu Fan look back.

In his view, that dark and strong little fat boy shot out like a cannonball.

The force and momentum...

Enough to crush most people in the Galaxy Federation.

Just the enormous dent on the river rock, over a meter in diameter and more than 10 centimeters deep, was not something an ordinary person could step on.

At this moment, a look of despair and a do-or-die determination filled Enoch’s eyes.

"Dad, I won’t let you die!!"

"Red Stone scum, Enoch’s here!"

The little fat boy’s loud voice pierced the silent night sky.

A vicious look appeared on Hawthorn’s face, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, "Then I’ll pierce you first today!"

The spear in his hand twirled abruptly, then he threw it with force.

At that moment, the air around the spear twisted into a vortex visible to the naked eye.

The little fat boy raised his waist knife high, wanting to slash down.

To Mu Fan, the guy with three blood seals on his face, the speed of his sudden burst...was too fast.

Fast enough that the little fat boy would be pierced by the spear before the waist knife even swung down.

But...

A cold ghostly energy suddenly reminded him of a rather threatening biological energy arising at the forward flank.

Just as Mu Fan looked over, an angry roar exploded.

"Enoch!!"

Beardsley, that brawny man everyone thought had fainted and lost combat power.

At that moment, he sprang up from the ground at a speed far surpassing Enoch’s.

Buzz!

Mu Fan felt his eardrums shook heavily.

Then that huge body arrived first, like a violent bear, crashing into Enoch and, when Enoch was sent flying sideways, grabbed the little fat boy’s arm, swirled, and threw him with all his might.

The spear pierced through Beardsley’s body again but didn’t penetrate completely.

The strong man bellowed at the sky: "Enoch! Take the message back!! Teacher Wang needs you!!! The White Armor Tribe needs you!!——"

The large body slammed down to the ground on its knees.

With all his remaining strength, Beardsley could only use one hand to hold onto the spear to keep himself from collapsing.

The little fat boy landed 20 meters away, rolled up, and stood up with a face full of mud and tears, looking at the figure kneeling on both knees and howling to the sky behind him.

At this moment, all the innocence and naivety a child should have faded from his face.

Enoch screamed with tears streaming down his face: "Dad!"

The sobbing voice was all choked in his throat, his face vicious, allowing big tears to roll down, he nodded heavily.

Then turned and ran with big strides.

Teacher Wang needs him.

The White Armor Tribe needs him!

He must go back.

Men, must be willing to sacrifice.

Dad, Enoch will surely avenge you!

The seed of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart at that moment.

"Little brat, can you really run away!"

Hawthorn saw his perfect hunt ruined by this big prey repeatedly, and the savage violence in his heart peaked.

He suddenly drew a 80-centimeter long White Bone Scimitar from behind.

The pale blade cut through the air without a sound.

The blade was aimed straight at Beardsley’s half-kneeling neck.

He wanted Beardsley beheaded first!

Then stab that little fat boy!

The face he lost in front of his subordinates, he would personally reclaim.

But no one noticed that compared to everyone else, the most inconspicuous "thin" figure at that moment...

Sternly lifted his head!

"Teacher... Wang..."

Those four words exploded in Mu Fan’s mind.

He only felt a buzz in his brain, the light from the whole world dimming, his gaze fixed on Hawthorn who leaped into the air like a hawk.

The White Bone Scimitar in his hand was about to taste blood!

"Kill!" Hawthorn’s cruel and brutal roar echoed in the air.

But at that moment, an even fiercer and more domineering icy voice suddenly erupted from the riverbank.

"You... dare!"

All the Udan spearmen, Hawthorn, Beardsley, and even the sprinting Enoch, all froze at this moment.

Mu Fan’s upper body blurred in an instant, and the Dark Gold Short Stick in his hand hurled out.

Boom!

None of the Udan spearmen, despite their keen dynamic vision, caught the real trajectory of the Dark Gold Short Stick at that moment.

Only a streak of dark gold light was seen slicing through the air, striking Hawthorn just as the White Bone Scimitar was about to cut the neck.

Like a thunderclap.

Then a scene that left all Udan spearmen stupefied unfolded; Hawthorn, both arms wielding the knife already descending, a white bone mist erupted in front of him, and his entire body was launched backward.

Landing, he staggered two steps and only truly stabilized by heavily stepping his left foot into the mud.

He looked up in shock and anger.

He, the respectable leader of Udan spearmen, the Redstone Warrior, Hawthorn... was sent flying along with his knife by a mere stick!