Dreams are… a reality that only those who are capable can speak about. This was an era marked by the births of geniuses! This was an era where heroes could be found everywhere! The fierce conflict between the aristocrats and the civilians, the open and veiled battles between the Federation and the Empire, the restlessly lurking extraterrestrials… When the principles of truth were within the range of battleship cannons, when order had no place in this world… Mu Fan, with the mysterious intelligent life “Black” and his unwavering will, fiercely tore open the magnificent Great Galaxy Era!
The air was pierced by the dispersing dust, and an invisible wave spread between the two, thud!!
Wen Zheming's fist stopped on the muscle near Mu Fan's elbow on his tensed arm. Feeling the impact of his powerful punch, he was satisfied but simultaneously filled with a trace of doubt.
Why didn't he hear the sound of a bone breaking?
At this moment, he felt his fist moving with the opponent's arm.
When that arm slowly retreated, Wen Zheming just caught a glimpse of Mu Fan's defiant eyes and the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.
"You!" Wen Zheming couldn't hide his shock in his voice. His eyes fixed on Mu Fan, and he forcibly supported his left hand with his right arm to retract it.
The Big Progress Cannon Fist he had just forced himself to use made Wen Zheming's right arm almost lose sensation, his body drained of strength; he needed time to recover from the injury.
Mu Fan's eyes held a mysterious significance, "Young Master Wen, is your hand unable to move?"