Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

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"Pulan Military Academy... Shang Qianxin has come to visit!"

The sound echoed inside the Fog-level Fortress, as the mecha holding the silver giant spear appeared before everyone with a lone and proud stance, his plain words filled with confidence in his own strength!

Behind him, four dark blue mechas stood silently in a row.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Shang Qianxin!"

Hearing these three words, Brandon, inside the cockpit of the deep purple Assault Warrior, felt his heart violently skip a beat.

What the hell is going on!

One of the Pulan Thirteen Fighting Madmen, nicknamed Pulan Spear — Shang Qianxin!

A senior student from the third year, the named seed student of the Military Department in the Third Administrative Star Region, and one of the representatives in the last Pulan Military Academy Mecha Exchange Competition!

Damn, how did he suddenly show up in this team invading through the Strong Strike Teleportation Gate?

Brandon had already sent a message to the other team members.

But the appearance of the enemy's Shang Qianxin filled him with nothing but despair.

This embarrassment is going to be epic; battling the Pulan Spear? Brandon was not yet at that level.

This would require the appearance of the Dingchuan Seven War Generals to contend with.

"Dingchuan Academy, Brandon!"

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, there was no turning back.

Brandon stepped forward,"Pulan Military Academy really used the Strong Strike Teleportation Gate on such an ordinary fortress like ours, you guys really don't hold back."

With the tip of his silver giant spear touching the ground, motionless, the silver-white Mecha Body maintained a casual stance facing the Assault Warrior at the other end of the fortress, his voice rising with a hint of pride and satire, "It's only right to return a visit; hence, I've brought the freshmen of our Mecha Department to inspect the... level of your Mecha Club."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the fortress but also the students watching the live broadcast outside went wild.

"What the hell, who is this guy, pretending to be a big shot?"

"Holy shit, why does this suddenly appearing mecha look so cool, that mecha holding a spear honestly looks so badass!"

"Idiot, I hate listening to you talk, you never praise our school, but you start praising the other side as soon as they appear, what's the meaning of this!"

"Where's the host? Come on, Rachel, comment on it, this Shang Qianxin guy just has a badass sounding name alone."

There was a flurry of comments below, including a lot of heckling.

"Who the hell said you can return a visit, are you fucking stupid?"

Even more so, some started shouting from the sidelines, "I can't stand it anymore, we were just recruiting peacefully, and this bastard comes to stir up trouble, do you need to check our level, big bad wolf!"

Hearing these words, Eve, who was watching the live holographic broadcast, also said angrily, "What kind of mecha has just appeared, coming up with such provocation, completely ruined the good recruitment process."

Brown-haired Linya curled her lip and said, "He's here to smash up the place; men just love these pointless fights, then trying to show off something in front of women."

Eve, completely focused on the screen, no longer listened to what Linya was saying.

At that moment, a tuft of white hair was seen casually walking their way.

Walking beside him, one was the handsome Gu Yunyou with one hand in his pocket, the other holding an iced coffee; looking at the color of the cup, it seemed he had switched flavors again.

"Young Master Gu, you're really living it up... a drone delivering coffee, with freshly ground ice, what's the flavor this time, it finally smells normal," asked a boy in a baseball shirt wearing sunglasses.

"Sizzling~~" Taking another sip, Gu Yunyou calmly said, "Rise vanilla mixed with King Durian, ratio 17:3, perfectly covering up the latter's taste, my latest concoction."

Ahead, White Hair's ears moved, and his steps suddenly quickened.

Li Xiaoxi, laughing on the face but hurriedly distancing himself from Gu Yunyou.

At that moment, the three of them, following the direction of the road, turned and came upon the scene of a thronging crowd.

White Hair: "OMG..."

Paparazzi maniac: "Is there a celebrity holding a press conference here?"

"Hmm, Mecha Club? It's quite lively." Gu Yunyou also put down his vanilla durian coffee.

At that moment, White Hair just happened to overhear someone nearby exclaiming, "Is he a damn retard?"

His eyebrows shot up instantly, his eyes brimming with boundless fighting spirit!

"I heard it again, that phrase that gets my fighting spirit soaring, let's go check it out!"

"Aren't we looking for Mu Fan?"

"Let's squeeze in first!"

After saying that, White Hair howled loudly and pushed through with his seemingly ordinary appearance, but his level 18 super physical strength mercilessly overwhelmed everything in his path.

At that moment, among ordinary people, he was a god!

"Excuse me and thank you, big brother, you really do have a firm behind."

"Bro, you dropped some money."

"Big bro, that girl over there is calling you, yes, that cute girl is greeting you, asking you to come over."

"Bro, excuse me? If not, still have to excuse, thank you." He twisted his shoulders and squeezed a tall man aside.

White Hair, with his shamelessly unbounded demeanor, forged ahead against the wind, leaving Gu Yunyou behind him, who was so captivated that he couldn't even attend to his coffee.

"Is this even possible?"

"You'll get used to it..."

Making sure his sunglasses wouldn't fall off, Li Xiaoxi also ducked low and followed closely behind White Hair.

Soon, they spotted the sultry Rachel on stage and the large-scale holographic light screen in the center of the stage.

"Is this going to be a fight? Damn, this is thrilling!"

White Hair slapped a guy on the shoulder so hard that he knelt on the ground.

Rachel, looking at the indignantly filled crowd below, spoke in a voice filled with anger, "Shang Qianxin, a former Mecha team member from Pulan Military Academy, a star combat student at Pulan! His sudden appearance is truly a breach of etiquette, but worry not, top experts from our Mecha Club are on their way."

Indeed, Lange had already directly informed one of the Seven Martial Generals—Red Cat Jes!

Pulan Spear had entered the fray, and he only hoped that Brandon could hold out a few more seconds.

This year's recruitment looks like it's going to be a flop.

Ah, what the hell is this!

Brother Wolf's income is going to be cut off.

The two tufts of his mustache twitched angrily as his eyes fiercely stared at the holographic screen.

...

When they heard the phrase "It's also impolite not to reciprocate," everyone present was a bit perplexed and then just dismissed it.

Only Mu Fan displayed a hint of embarrassment on his face, following what Black had snarkily said before; last time, he inadvertently entered the recruitment event of Pulan Military Academy at the training base.

It wasn't a slip of the tongue; it was deliberately said as a precaution to prevent settling scores afterward.

That cunning Black!

Mu Fan pressed his palm on the control console, entering a defensive mode.

At this point, what else can there be, let's fight then!

The opposing mecha holding the sliding silver spear finally halted that grating metallic scraping sound, its spearhead sharply pointing at Brandon and the mecha behind him.

5 against 21!

Shang Qianxin's voice was unfluctuating, "I only partake in king against king. As for you... 4 against 21, prepare for battle, Pulan Battle Club, where are you?"

"Present!"

"Give you five minutes... clear the field."

A cold command issued from within Shang Qianxin's sixth-generation mecha, the Silver Blue Hunter.

"The show has started, heh, let the people of Ding Chuan also taste the feeling of being watched by their own academy."

A deep blue mecha slowly drew out two Magnetic Vibrating Swords, its voice filled with indescribable hostility.