Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Bing Su, who had been concentrating intently on the screen, heard what sounded like a murmur beside her and turned her head, "Sister Xue, what did you say?"

Lu Qingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and spoke softly, "It's nothing."

Bing Su didn't suspect anything and, thinking she had heard wrong, turned her attention back to the screen.

The girl clad in white, like snow, watched Bing Su's focused back, then, after a moment's thought, stood up, sword in hand, and walked out of the training room.

...

What Mu Fan didn't know was that, as his face appeared on camera, an undercurrent had already started to stir at Dingchuan Academy.

The girl in front of him, crying as if her heart was breaking, wanted to rush over to him but hesitated, her gaze fixed on the blood-soaked patch on his left shoulder of his Mechanical Master uniform.

"There's nothing wrong."

Mu Fan's attempts to comfort always seemed so dry yet had a way of warming the heart.

Nuonuo nodded, her eyes red and swollen.

Beep beep, beep beep.

Suddenly, the Sky Communication in Wang Nuonuo's pocket began to vibrate.

Seeing the name on the display, she hurriedly handed it to Mu Fan.

"It's your Sky Communication."

Mu Fan casually caught it, his expression showing surprise; it was from White Hair.

"Boss, I'm telling you, it's really mean to just take off without a word. We couldn't even get through to your Sky Communication at first. These past couple of days felt really empty. If it weren't for the news, we would have probably still been in the dark about your whereabouts~~ Right now, we're all watching the battle from the Sky Mother Ship right above you, and man, did you look cool just now—like a total badass!!"

"Right, I fixed Nuonuo's Sky Communication and brought it with me. How should I get it to you?" White Hair excitedly spoke through the communication device which had finally connected.

"Bro, you have no idea, you woke me up with how awesome you were! Even Fat Brother was moved to tears." This was Fat Brother's voice shouting from the side.

Hearing his friends' voices warmed Mu Fan's heart, and he never would have guessed that Fat Brother, White Hair, and the others had actually come to the venue.

"There should be a staff member nearby; I can't leave here right now, and time is tight."

"Just keep preparing, I'll contact someone to bring it to you shortly. Won't disturb you further, everything else can wait until you get back safely, the brothers are here waiting for you." White Hair was never one to dawdle when things needed to get done – he'd verified what needed to be, and now it was time to enjoy the match.

I am an audience member with morals and quality!

"Alright."

Putting down the Sky Communication, Mu Fan turned to Wang Nuonuo and smiled, "They've all come."

His smile seemed to tug at his wound, causing a muscle in Mu Fan's face to twitch, which made Nuonuo anxious.

"Nuonuo, wait for the Sky Communication to be delivered; I'm going back to repair the Extreme Special Soldier."

Seeing the unquestionable resolve in Mu Fan, the girl obediently nodded her head.

When Mu Fan entered the passage leading to the mech hangar, Black's voice sounded:

"Mu Fan, right now we're not equipped to replace the Extreme Special Soldier's armor shell; we can only perform standard repairs. Acabert Alloy's metal resistance is several times that of other metals, and since the attacks haven't penetrated, the armor is still intact. After emergency repairs, the armor strength can reach 90% of the standard."

"That'll be enough. When can the next match be arranged?" The sound of the young man's solitary footsteps echoed in the vast metal corridor.

"Once the first round of matches is over; several Star Districts are currently conducting battles. The second round of draws will take place at 2 p.m. and battles will begin immediately after that."

"Can we interfere with the match pairing program this time?"

Drip, drip; blood from the open wound on his left shoulder dripped down to the floor from his fingertips, making a crisp sound.

But Mu Fan's voice remained steady without a slightest fluctuation.

"We can. Lan Du Military Group has submitted three mecha bodies for the competition, with grades of A, AA, and AAA respectively. Please select the first one you would like to arrange."

All three grades of the Warrior Class are present, huh...

The rumbling sound of the rail train permeated through the wall, signaling the return of mechas to the hangar for repairs, or possibly the sound of recovered mecha wreckage being transported back.

Three levels...

Suddenly, Mu Fan seemed to think of something, "Have all three Mecha Bodies completed their matches?"

"Twenty minutes after your battle ended, the A and AA levels have already finished competing, and all have successfully advanced to the next round; AAA level has not yet competed."

"Then choose A level." This time, Mu Fan didn't hesitate.

"The next matching opponent has been set to—Deep Blue Cavalry (Warrior A level). Mu Fan, is your choice about ensuring the chance of victory?" Black asked curiously after agreeing.

"No, I'm afraid it will be eliminated by someone else..."

The boy's voice was so calm it sent chills down one's spine.

He didn't choose A level because it was the weakest, but because he feared losing the opportunity to brutalize the opponent.

"I hope the remaining two can hold on to the next round."

"I want to take them down, one by one, and turn them into... pieces."

His indifferent speech was full of unabashed murderous intent, even though he was already seriously injured.

The boy's figure finally disappeared into the corridor, like a lone wolf slipping into the darkness.

...

The whole body of the Deep Blue Mecha had a finish like ceramic, and its most distinct feature was the pair of Heavy Weapons crossed behind it.

Its opponent was a huge purple Mecha with joints and limbs covered with fierce spines, rated 2A level. The most terrifying aspect of this Mecha was its limbs could strike at a speed surpassing that of cannonballs.

With just one punch, the spiked fist slammed into the side of a cliff, blasting out a deep pit over five meters in diameter.

Just when it seemed over, moments later, the gleaming, cold purple fist burst out from above the cliff, and in a matter of seconds, punched clean through the rocky barrier.

Moreover, the fist that suddenly drilled from above hammered viciously into the opponent's abdomen. The blow sent the Deep Blue Mecha flying over a hundred meters and crashing heavily into the ground, creating a large crater.

The spiked fist glittered as it withdrew back to the arm, and the giant Mecha leisurely twisted its arm as if nothing of note had occurred.

"An ordinary A-level Mecha shouldn't embarrass itself here. This isn't your stage," a mocking voice came from the giant purple Mecha.

The Mechanical Master was blatantly mocking his opponent.

He didn't come all the way from the second Star District to compete just to face something like this.

Even the audience showed bored expressions.

This Mecha was simply too weak compared to its opponent in size and power.

Its only feature...

Er, it seemed to be its persistence; it had been hit with five or six heavy strikes and still managed to get up.

However, this time it probably wouldn't rise again.

They had initially cheered so passionately for this Mecha, which looked so stylish. They thought it would be incredibly strong, but it turned out to be all show and no substance, collapsing with a single blow.

"Get up, damn it! You're still using that small caliber rapid-fire rifle in your hand. Do you think this is a fistfight? You can't even break through the armor! You're not using those two intimidating things on your back? You're really trash," an audience member cursed in frustration. He had bet tens of thousands of Star Coins when the odds were at 1.4 on this Mecha to win.

If it lost, he'd truly be screwed.

The Deep Blue Mecha still hadn't gotten up.

After the mockery, the pilot of the purple giant Mecha clapped his fists together and then aimed at the Deep Blue Mecha lying on the ground. His arms began to glow with a red light.

Seeing this scene, it seemed that even the host of the sub-tournament was ready to declare the match over.

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PS: (Dang dang, I haven't appeared in the review section for a long time because my little heart can't handle the impact of harsh words, haha!! Also, I'm afraid that reading it would affect the burning sensation of writing, so I continue not to look at the review section. I'll wait until I've finished writing this major plot then we can talk... if you push me, I'll break down in front of all of you, 2333~~)