Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

When they saw the Gale Gladiator reduced to nothing but bones, the group fell into collective silence.

Gaoling Ze's pleading eyes turned to Lin Wu, but he found that the latter, though surprised, did not seem overly anxious and was instead looking down at his fingernails.

So, Young Master Gaoling turned his gaze to the other two.

"Natello, is this the scene you wanted me to see? To show how formidable the opponent is?" With an oddly emphatic tone, Youshi Jun said with a smirk that was not quite a smile.

"This was definitely an accident!" Donald tried to explain immediately, but Youshi Jun's expression stopped him in his tracks.

"Now that Loki Heavy Industry has advanced into the top 300, in other words, this company has attracted the attention of the upper echelons to some extent. Whether it is eliminated before getting enough attention or if you let the opponent grow to a new height, the choice is yours," Youshi Jun said evenly, merely stating a fact.

Ending on that note, he spread his hands. "I'm just a shareholder demanding my due rights, not wishing for my property to be damaged."

Youshi Jun's gaze was playful.

"Rest assured, Young Master Jun, as soon as there was news, I was the first to send someone to notify you," Donatello said fiercely.

"Okay, the family has other important matters to attend to, and I also need to find time to visit Wan'er at the academy. Take care of things here," Youshi Jun said with a nod, then left without looking back.

Behind him, a sharp glint flashed in the eyes of a bowed Donald, but it was well concealed.

All that was shown was a normal smile, as he respectfully bowed to the departing figure.

...

In space, more than 70 light-years away from Blue Capital Star, a fleet was silently traversing the cosmos.

Approximately thirty silver-white heavy cruisers made up the fleet, from the battle mother ship to the escort ships, to the line cruisers, and the missile destroyers, and even included four standard resupply and repair ships.

These streamlined and polished hulls bore no marks, but the massive particle cannons hanging from them, like evil dragons, declared the formidable combat power of these thirty-plus warships through their densely packed assortment of variously shaped muzzles.

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man in a dark blue military uniform with his hands behind his back stood in the captain's room of the number two Sky Mother Ship, while someone beside him reported, "Family Head, the fleet is two days away from the jump point." The vice captain, also in a dark blue military uniform, knelt halfway.

The man known as the Family Head looked imposing, as if a dragon and tiger were situated there; behind the lenses on his nose lay a pair of cold and authoritative eyes.

"Continue to compress the timeline," the authoritative middle-aged man commanded, brooking no refusal.

The reporting person, also in a dark blue military uniform, bore a mountainous relief badge on his chest and hastily bowed his head, "Yes, Family Head. We can advance by up to 14 hours at most. This is the limit that the warp engine can reach, but the engine might suffer some hidden damage, your view..."

"Just do it, don't let Prince Xuyang get impatient."

Once the personnel beside him had dispersed, the middle-aged man's glasses flashed with a glint of light.

A pair of commanding eyes quietly observed the cosmos outside the window.

He mumbled to himself, "The prince really has good tactics."

In space, there was another entirely purple warship, which was at least twice as large as the other ships of the fleet.

However, its appearance was quite bizarre, as if it were covered in a layer of purple crystal, but it looked unnaturally barren. Compared to the smaller ships beside it, its number of muzzles was pitifully few, not at all like a normal warship.

At this moment, in the spacious combat command hall on the fourth floor of the bridge, there stood a long classical screen.

Before the screen, there was only one man, while almost uniformly, a bevvy of barely clothed beauties surrounded him.

The women varied in figure, some petite and timid, shyly wearing swimsuits that barely covered their forms, hiding at the side, and some voluptuous and sultry beauties were boldly displaying their charms.

What these women had in common was their pretty faces and stunning looks.

Their differences lay in their skin colors, hairstyles, and even the colors of their hair, ranging from gold to brown to black.

The command hall, bursting with sci-fi ambiance, was quite unexpectedly turned into a scene of unabashed licentiousness.

The object of all the beauties' flattering attention was the man lying on a goose egg stone bath at the center.

With eyes full of teasing charisma and a perpetual smirk on his lips that lured everyone, he wore only boxers, with broad shoulders and a well-toned physique that made the women's eyes dazed. Together with his tall, handsome appearance and unrivaled authority, he was irresistible bait to these women.

This man unabashedly toyed with the limbs that the beauties next to him extended, eliciting cries of surprise and laughter with just a touch.

Such lavish and debauched atmosphere was indeed rare.

"Prince, since the Huangchuan family does indeed show signs of covert activity, why are you..."

Suddenly, a gruff voice rose from behind the screen, sounding very hearty but seemingly deliberately subdued.

So there were actually people behind the screen!?

"Why look for them? How can we send a warning if we don't have Huangchuan Xiong make an appearance? A few casualties within the Huangchuan family, he's at ease, I'm at ease, why not be happy about it? But speaking of which, Huangchuan Xiong is truly a formidable character."

"Moreover, isn't Marshal here with me~~hahaha," the tall and handsome man said, waving his hand dismissively. He laughed heartily and then turned his attention back to the smooth-skinned beauty in his embrace.

From behind the screen, the rough voice came again: "Prince Xuyang, you jest. Your Heavenly Martial Machine God is here too... How could it be my turn? Perhaps I will need your protection when the time comes, hahaha."

"Marshal Reingano, I like that joke! Now, I'm looking forward more and more to seeing the site in person; that recent duel was really good. I wonder if the Federation will welcome me?" The man let out a melancholic sigh, then wrapped his arm around the petite beauty beside him and lightly pecked her cherry lips, making her face blush.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will protect your safety!"

"Thank you, Marshal~~," the man said casually.

Amidst a series of giggles, a towering man, over two meters tall, strong and robust, sat loyally on the ground outside the screen, his face showing no dissatisfaction, only stillness.

Looking closely at this face, it was none other than the one who had previously carved the Realm-Breaking Gate outside the atmosphere of the Purple Jade Star—

The Grand Marshal of the Gardot Empire's Forbidden Army, the sole owner of the Twelve Demon God Machines, the Black Knight!

—Rein Reingano!

…

At the Land of Bright Star on the Blue Capital Star, when Mu Fan emerged from his mecha.

In the sky, Rachel stared blankly at the close-up shot on the screen. She rubbed her eyes five times before finally affirming.

That seemed to be her junior brother, a first-year student from the Mecha Club at Dingchuan Academy—

Mu Fan!

"Pfft!" In the holographic hall of Dingchuan Academy's Mecha Club, Lange spat out a mouthful of soda.

He remembered that kid had politely addressed him as senior brother, and now, after just two days, he'd gone to participate in the number one martial tournament of the star system!?

Damn it, no wonder Shang Qianxin had been taken down!

Not just him, in front of their group there was also a young man standing solemnly, looking aloof.

The Ghost Tiger, Crock.

Surprise and shock flashed in his eyes as well; wasn't this the same kid they had met during the new student registration?

The one who boldly claimed that the history of mecha combat would be rewritten by him.

But now, it seemed…

Crock felt a sudden surge of excitement building within him.

Inside training area number one of the Dingchuan Academy's Swordsmanship Club, the live broadcast of the mecha combat competition was underway on the screen. A girl with an oxygen tank and a ponytail was excitedly shouting, "Super expert, super expert, you'll be my idol from now on! Let me see your true face!"

"Here he is, I... pff, this is... Mu Fan!?"

Bing Su rarely lost her composure like this, and the wooden sword she was swinging dropped to the ground.

Rubbing her eyes, that handsome face and calm gaze belonged to that boy who was always composed to the extreme.

Not far from Bing Su, a woman in white as pure as snow, with a cold demeanor, was kneeling on the floor, slowly wiping the blade of a three-foot-long sword.

When she heard the last two words that Bing Su shouted out, her hand suddenly stopped, her lowered head subtly turned.

A cool and pleasant voice sounded, "Mu Fan?"

"Yes, the pride of our Sword Dao Club, the honorary member personally assigned by you, Senior Sister Qingxue. It's really him! I can't even imagine, are all freshmen this monstrous now?" Bing Su wore an expression of having nothing left to live for.

Lu Qingxue's delicate face finally lifted, and in her cold eyes, she saw the youth on the screen smiling warmly.

"Mecha?" She quietly pondered the word, her face revealing a peculiar expression.

Then she frowned.

"The left shoulder... such a serious injury."