Chapter 1563: Chapter 79: No Friendship Without Rivalry

Mu Fan angrily asked, at that moment, it was as if he was hit head-on by a rhinoceros.

The terrifying impact transmitted through his body to the ground, instantly causing a large collapse.

If he hadn’t activated the Six Forms.

He would probably have been cleaved in half by that axe in an instant!

A nameless fire rose in his heart, his crossed arms flexed backwards, and shook violently.

Thud!

Lance only felt a violent force instantly transmitted from the axe handle.

Even though his arms maintained a full-pressure posture, this shake directly caused his body to uncontrollably bounce back, and the axe handle slipped from his hand in an instant.

The moment was fleeting, but Lance’s strong body allowed him to quickly react and readjust.

But that moment was enough for Mu Fan.

While maintaining his arms in a steely posture, Mu Fan took a step forward with his right foot.

At this moment, everyone felt their eardrums throb heavily.

A visually perceptible air wave spread directly from beneath Mu Fan’s feet, further compressing the already sunken ground by five centimeters.

Six Forms · Charging Step!

Combined Skill — [Impact Heavy Hammer]!

A circle of waves arose from his shoulder, spreading directly to his wrist joint, and that fist, like a giant punching press, slammed out.

At this moment, Lance only felt his scalp tingle, and the intense pressure instinctively made him raise his arms to stack in front of him.

Mu Fan’s massively swollen fist collided instantly with his arms.

——Boom!

Enoch’s exclamation choked in his throat just halfway.

Just saw the burly Lance, without any acceleration from slow to fast this time, as if struck directly by a giant elephant, a faint wave of air appeared between the figures, and he crashed backward.

"Lance!"

A furious roar erupted from behind.

The two people standing just behind Lance didn’t think at all, stepping together in unison, raising their arms.

Thud!

A dull crash sound, their feet were still on the ground, being pushed backward three steps consecutively by the immense force transmitted from Lance’s body.

The deep marks plowed out by their feet were clearly visible.

A muffled groan.

Lance lifted his unsightly face.

His bear-like burly body slowly stood straight, lowering the arms crossed in front of him.

If you looked carefully, you would find those two sturdy arms were trembling uncontrollably at this moment.

From the point of collision to the landing point, the straight-line distance was at least seven meters!

Huff~

Huff~

A heavy breath sounded from Lance’s throat, his arm bones weren’t broken, but the constant sharp pain reminded him of the astonishing impact he had suffered a moment ago.

The power of that punch even made him recall the heavy hammer in the hands of Isaiah Clan Leader.

Underneath the scattered white hair, Mu Fan lifted those eyes full of fierce intent, his voice cold, word by word: "Can we talk normally now?"

The voice rang clearly in the grass, and this time no one interrupted.

Behind Lance, thirteen people simultaneously looked at Mu Fan with shocked eyes.

Shorter than Lance by a head, and much more slender...

How could such a slender body, which seemed even leaner than the Red Stone Clan, contain such astonishing power!

That punch just now produced an unexpected deterrent.

For those surviving on this vast grassland, the worship of power had long been deeply embedded in their blood.

Regardless of friend or foe, a person with formidable strength would invariably be the center of attention wherever they went.

At this moment, except for Lance, the thirteen others silently raised their White Bone Battle Axes in unison.

"Uncle Lance, don’t take action, he is the lifesaver of my father and me! He saved us from the Udan Spearmen."

"He helped us bring back the salt we bought, look!"

Enoch shouted anxiously from behind, desperately patting the two large burlap sacks.

Lance’s bloodshot eyes widened in surprise.

The thirteen people behind him, also posed for battle, froze in confusion.

"Not an enemy?"

"No!"

The chubby kid jumped to the front of Mu Fan, looking at him with pleading eyes: "Brother Mu, they are protecting me, please don’t hurt them."

The scene just now shocked Enoch as if struck by a meteorite.

He now realized how foolish he had been.

A lone figure capable of killing twenty warriors from the Red Stone Tribe...

Even without armor, it wouldn’t strip away his strength!

Mu Fan looked down at the chubby kid’s anxious eyes, patted his sturdy shoulder gently, and nodded slightly.

The Ghost Energy infused in his arms receded like a tide.

Mu Fan lifted his eyes, calmly meeting the astounded and embarrassed stares of the men opposite.

All fourteen White-armored Warriors, including Lance, now shared a mutual sense of deep shame.

Their faces burned with embarrassment.

Fortunately, their naturally darker skin, coupled with the night sky and dry blood stains on their faces, concealed the changes in their complexion.

Lance, the burly man, was so embarrassed that he dared not meet Mu Fan’s eyes.

Yet they all made the same gesture, standing solemnly, placing a hand on their chest, and bowing deeply.

"Honorable warrior, please forgive our disrespect."

"I, the hunter of the White Armor Tribe, Lance, beg your forgiveness."

Lance’s right arm placed on his chest showed no signs of damage to the White Bone Armor, but the arm beneath was swollen high and still trembling.

Seeing these men apologize so directly and sincerely, the bit of anger in Mu Fan’s heart dissipated accordingly.

He placed a hand on his chest, performing a return gesture.

Then casually pulled out the battle axe embedded in the mud and handed it to Lance.

"You are strong, hunter of the White Armor Tribe."

Hearing Mu Fan’s serious tone, Lance’s old face flushed, hurriedly taking back his weapon in embarrassment.

"In my hometown, fewer than three people have ever completely shrugged off that punch and remained unscathed." Mu Fan gazed at Lance’s undamaged White Bone Arm Armor, speaking solemnly again.

Lance’s old face grew even redder...

He desperately wanted to explain that it was only the hard bones of the Star Desolate Beast that survived, his arm was already swollen beneath the armor.

But given the situation...

Thinking of the thirteen brothers behind him looking at him with respectful eyes, Lance’s cheeks twitched slightly, and he boldly responded: "It is Lance’s honor! Please give me the chance to apologize, I will treat you with my finest wine."

Though taller than Mu Fan by a head, there wasn’t even a hint of contempt left in Lance’s eyes now.

The strength hidden within that body...

Seemed comparable to Isaiah Clan Leader!

Mu Fan’s lips curved slightly, "I accept your invitation, it is my honor."

"Hahahaha!"

The two men exchanged looks and burst into hearty laughter.

This is the exchange between men.

The tense atmosphere that filled the grass finally dissipated completely.

"Enoch’s father is severely injured, I’ve given initial aid to stop the bleeding, but he needs more rest and treatment. You should take him back first."

Mu Fan pointed behind him as he spoke.

"Alright! Please accompany us back to the tribe, brave warrior."

...

"May I ask, honorable warrior, your name?"

...

"Mu Fan."

...

As they moved forward, Mu Fan’s view expanded, and the outline of a village gradually appeared in sight.