novelraw Chapter 1002 - 1017: A Desperate Battle
Chapter 1002 - 1017: A Desperate Battle
"That is Lin Mu." Francis looked at Lin Mu and said to Ivan."Lin... Lin Mu?" Ivan was shocked, unable to believe that his opponent was none other than Lin Mu from the Flying Dragon Sect, who had given the Tsar a major headache and taken down Sharapova.
"That's right, it's Lin Mu. He certainly doesn't come with good intentions!" Although Francis was flattering his opponent, his expression was very relaxed, as if praising an unrelated person, and he showed no fear of Lin Mu.
Lin Mu was also quite surprised to see Francis here. He had heard that Francis was very skilled in martial arts, and it seemed to be true now.
"Oh, big guy, so you're Francis?" Lin Mu laughed and said to Francis.
Francis didn't mind Lin Mu calling him a big guy. Instead, he smiled and said to Lin Mu, "Lin Mu, I'm surprised at how bold you are, daring to leave Wancheng and come to our territory."
"Come on, what do you think you are? Why wouldn't I dare to come?" Lin Mu shrugged.
"Is that so? Well then, since God has given me a chance to eliminate you, I'll take care of you tonight. It will save the Tsar from having to go all the way to Huaxia to find you." Francis said casually, as if Lin Mu was destined to die by his hands.
"Eliminate me? Alright, I'm waiting for you!" Lin Mu said, looking at Francis.
Lin Mu indeed wanted to have a fight with him because Francis was truly a master. Defeating an opponent of this caliber would bring a sense of thrill and satisfaction. Fighting opponents like Ivan, who were of a lower level, had become visually tiresome to Lin Mu.
As a master, Lin Mu's inner strength had already reached the Eighth Layer of the Vajra Scripture. Facing ordinary opponents, he could often finish the fight in one or two moves, failing to achieve the purpose of warming up or exercising. For Lin Mu to break through, he needed to spar with masters; only by continuously defeating stronger opponents could Lin Mu's skills reach higher levels.
Of course, Francis wasn't that easy to beat. Not to mention his incredibly fast movements, even his thick layers of fat served as a natural armor; it would be difficult for ordinary people to injure him. However, Lin Mu was no ordinary master. The more challenging something was, the more it could ignite Lin Mu's fighting spirit.
"Kid, I heard even Sharapova wasn't your match. It seems you're really something, but never mind, because soon you'll know what real strength is." Francis laughed as he looked at Lin Mu.
"Big guy, is the strongest skill of your Tsar Group bragging? It seems like your bragging skills are even more impressive than your fighting skills!" Lin Mu said casually, showing no pressure at all.
"Very well, tonight I'll show you whether I'm just bragging." Francis's facial muscles twitched as if dancing, and his entire aura seemed to gather as if a little universe was about to explode.
"Oh, hold on, wait a minute," Lin Mu laughed and said, extending his hand.
Francis glanced at Lin Mu and then sneered, "What? Afraid?"
"Afraid your sister, I'm just saying that if you regret it, I can let you off tonight." Lin Mu laughed.
Francis's face darkened, realizing he had been tricked by Lin Mu. He cursed and waddled his large body towards Lin Mu. The first step he took made it feel like an earthquake was happening.
"Damn, terrifying!"
When Francis was still two meters away from Lin Mu, he swung his massive fist at Lin Mu. Lin Mu dodged nimbly, and a whistling sound passed his ear as Francis's fist grazed past.
"Die now." Francis roared furiously after missing a punch, charging like an infuriated King Kong, and slammed a punch toward Lin Mu's chest. Lin Mu stretched out both hands to block Francis's punch, and Lin Mu's two hands together seemed smaller than one of Francis's hands.
Francis's heavy punch was like a massive iron hammer. Though his body was covered in fat, his fists were layered with calloused skin. Lin Mu withstood the fierce punch, feeling a surge of force towards his arms; for a normal person, this punch would likely shatter two arms. But fortunately, Lin Mu wasn't a normal person; he was the Special Forces King of the North African Grassland, a combat genius from the Hunter Base.
However, this brute force was beyond Lin Mu's imagination. So Lin Mu used the momentum to deflect Francis's punch to the side, causing Francis to stumble forward a few steps.
Lin Mu dashed forward in a flash, maneuvered behind Francis, and attacked from the back. With a bang, Lin Mu's punch landed on Francis's back.
"Ugh..." Lin Mu felt like he was hitting a pile of mud, wanting to finish him with one punch, but couldn't exert enough force. Francis didn't even blink, swiftly spun around, and grabbed Lin Mu's chest with astonishing speed.
The next second, bang, Lin Mu's body was slammed heavily against the wall by Francis. Though Lin Mu adjusted his position in time, using his feet to push off the wall in mid-air to reduce the impact, he still felt like his whole body was falling apart.
Lin Mu rubbed his arm and looked at Francis in front of him. After exchanging a few moves, Lin Mu realized that Francis's King Kong-like strength was far more formidable than he had anticipated. Not only was his power ferocious, but his unique physical condition was also quite bothersome.
The massive layers of fat practically acted as his natural protection. Lin Mu's punch, which had used about seventy percent of his strength, seemed to have had no effect on Francis. Imagine how terrifying it must be—probably a kitchen knife couldn't even slice through this fat bull's body.
Francis stood in front of Lin Mu, not giving him any chance to catch his breath, and quickly advanced towards Lin Mu again. Lin Mu didn't confront him head-on; he quickly dodged, leaping behind the office desk, while Francis's speed wasn't hindered by his large frame and swiftly chased him down.
Bam, another punch from Francis, Lin Mu dodged again by swiftly leaping aside, and Francis's punch landed on the office desk, creating a large hole in the thick round wooden desk instantly.
"Damn, this isn't a human, it's clearly an ape!" Lin Mu exclaimed, deftly dodging Francis's attack.
At this moment, Francis was indeed like a crazed ape, lifting the office desk and hurling it fiercely toward Lin Mu. Lin Mu jumped up and kicked it back, sending the desk flying towards Francis instead.