(Keep moving)
...
"I know, I know! You're Mu Fan! You're damn... ah!"
Boom!
A foot stomps down again, like an elephant treading.
The writhing liquid metal couldn't repair in time, and the face became a mess.
"Hmm, you know now, so what?"
Mu Fan grinds the opponent's iron face.
The right hand suddenly lifts and disappears.
Crack!
A sneaking Fighting Grandmaster is smashed from the hand to the shoulder with a punch.
Mu Fan clasps the opponent's neck with one hand, lifting him in front of himself.
"We are... the Palma Family..." The Fighting Grandmaster's face turns red, but no matter how he struggles, the cold palm holds his throat like an iron grip.
"Iris Family... hehe."
Mu Fan shows mockery in his eyes, "Where's Sigler? I can't wait to kill him."
Fingers tighten, crack.
The Fighting Grandmaster's neck bone is broken, released carelessly.
Mu Fan looks down at the Iron Tiger at his feet, whose face is regenerating, tilting his head, "How about stomping you to death?"
