Amidst the crowd's excited cheers, the massive table flew across wielded by Bob's inhuman strength, leaving a ghostly trail.
It came straight at him!
If that oak table collided with Mu Fan's skull, it would surely explode with a bang like a watermelon.
A bloodthirsty glint appeared in the eyes of many.
Glasses clinked together in the hands of these patrons, splashing golden foam.
They wanted to celebrate the great moment that was about to unfold.
That mercenary from who knows where... would be smashed to death standing, or dodge on the ground like a dog.
Green's eye twitched, and at the moment Bob struck, he lunged sideways, narrowly dodging the table zooming in wildly.
Then when he looked at Mu Fan, his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!
Mu Fan looked ominously at that huge tabletop.
His right hand clenched with crackling sounds, a wild gleam in his eyes.
A chilling aura instantly rushed into his arm, and the muscles that bulged under his sleeve strangely smoothed out.
