Chapter 62: Dark Right Foot?

"I'm about to make my move."

The opponent had been friendly from the start, so he felt compelled to give a warning.

Thump-thump-thump, patting his own chest, Duke nodded his head naively.

Mu Fan's right leg scraped across, then stomped down hard as his left leg swept back.

His left arm still hung quietly by his side, just assuming a minor stabilizing posture, while his right arm was held across his chest.

The aura around him began to climb.

Beneath the pants that no one could see, the muscles in Mu Fan's legs exploded with terrifying force; he still lacked enough explosive power to break through the opponent's defense.

Arm techniques weren't effective.

No, except for the Chiseling Assassination.

But he didn't want to use it under these circumstances, firstly because such deadly moves were forbidden in the competition and secondly because he had killed two snipers with the same move yesterday.

Now, there was only one move that could give him extraordinary explosive power.