Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Near Throne 19, a huge cluster of tornadoes began to swirl, and the sky was filled with light columns from the Demon Snake Bombardments, like rays of death light.

The ships and Mechas in the distance were all unable to approach.

Even the seed participants preparing to join the fray received a warning from the Mecha Association.

"Due to unexpected external forces, this competition is temporarily suspended. All contestants are advised to evacuate promptly. The invading Mechas are of extremely high grade, evade, evade!"

This message was repeated continuously in every Mecha.

Extremely high grade?

At first, some Mechas didn't believe it, but after they saw the Thunderhawk flying mid-air, with lightning swirling around it, they were deterred.

And then, when that supernatural spectacle, the super tornado, appeared, even people like Xu Cangqi gave up on the idea of approaching.

This kind of level was absolutely not something their ordinary S-grade Mechas could contend with.

Peak S-grade Mechas were exceedingly rare in a star domain.

Even within the same S-grade, the "-" and "+" following the letter represented a technological level that could surpass a generation.

So, all contestants kept their distance from the area.

Including those four Mechas that had been fighting outside the canyon, ever since the Strangling Demon Snake and the Thunderhawk had appeared, these Mechas immediately fled.

All people and Mechas on the ground had already left the area affected by the terrifying energy storm.

This sudden incident had completely disrupted the continuation of the event.

"The Mecha Martial Arts Tournament is suspended. All Mechas please take cover in a safe location. This area will soon be taken over by the Federation military!"

The announcement continued to echo.

Countless people, Mechas, and spaceships began to move.

At this moment, chaos had already arisen.

On the Sky Mother Ship, Mu Fan's friends wore expressions entirely different from those around them!

Fatty's eyes were bloodshot; he was Mu Fan's first friend, and his own life had been saved by Mu Fan not once, but twice.

Now, as a spectator cheering for Mu Fan, before he could even shout out his victory cheer, he saw his good brother's Mecha get blasted into a rock wall.

Pieces of the Mecha lay shattered on the ground...

"Mu Fan, you've always been lucky! We agreed we'd go on space adventures together in the future, that we'd make a name for ourselves in Dingchuan and shine across the interstellar! You motherfucker, come out now, come out now, I don't want you to die..."

Tears suddenly streamed from Fatty's red eyes; he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

A lifetime, two brothers.

I still owe you two lives; where will I go to repay this in the future, you come back to me!

Beside him, no one noticed that White Hair's body was trembling, a tremor born of extreme repression.

Yin Shuai's face was devoid of his usual arrogance and wildness; his hands were pressed on the armrest, making a grating sound that set one's teeth on edge.

In front of him, the metal armrest was slowly being squeezed flat.

His handsome face was contorted with ferocity, "Mu Fan, kid, how could you just die like this! You're the strongest peer I've ever seen; it's not easy to find a role model in life, someone I'd take a bullet for. How the fuck can you just check out like this?"

His teeth grated, and a chilling voice seeped through his clenched jaw:

"I don't believe it, you must still be alive, right? Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find you! As long as your brain is still alive, I'll ask the Federation, I'll ask the best biologists from the Hinchlo Alliance, to keep you alive. If not for anything else, just because I owe you my life on the battlefield!"

White Hair's right eye pupil turned a shallow blue, his gaze sharp as a knife. He did not move at all, but his eyes firmly fixated on Throne 19 Canyon.

"Casualty probability over 70%... so that means there's still almost a 30% chance of survival, right? That's enough!"

White Hair fiercely pulled out his Sky Communication, pressing several buttons in succession until a light screen popped up, fingerprint, palm print, DNA identification – every high-level security measure imaginable was there.

He finally put on a single-ear headset.

"Requesting family privileges, utilizing one of the two rights—I request the deployment of the Silver Sealing Guard!"

There seemed to be confirmation on the other end of the headset, and perhaps a bit of surprise.

But ultimately, when White Hair removed the headset, he lowered his head and silently gazed at his feet.

A friend can be made for a moment...

A brother is made for a lifetime.

You are the first one I would consider a brother.

So, please, with that unyielding spirit I have seen in you... survive!

Beside him, Li Xiaoxi and Chuchu were completely stunned.

They could never have imagined that a perfectly normal competition would end with them watching their friend dying before their eyes.

The immense shock of this scene had nearly frozen their hearts and minds.

As for those watching from the far-off Dingchuan Academy, they too were completely stunned.

In the student council office, Young Master Zhang, who had been quietly watching the screen, suddenly stopped stroking his fingers and, after a long time, heaved a sigh.

"I really don't like you, but this time, I truly regret it—it's a pity for a future star of Ding Chuan."

In a training room, watched the event in silence, Rong Cheng, whose face had been handsome, was now covered with sudden ecstatic joy, even appearing a bit maniacal at this moment.

"Hahaha, I can't believe you just died like this, surely there is justice in heaven, justice in heaven! Why am I so happy today, hahaha!"

There were many such reactions, but at the Swordsmanship Club, where Lu Qingxue had been holding her wooden sword and practicing the Sword Dao, her complexion turned pale when Bing Su ran up to her and whispered in her ear.

Nobody saw the delicate trembling that appeared on those wrists as white as snow.

In that moment, the tip of the wooden sword became unsteady...

When a Swordsmanship Master's wooden sword becomes unbalanced during concentration practice, any Martial Artist would understand what that implies.

However, this fleeting change went unnoticed, Bing Su only felt that after she finished speaking, the air around her seemed to grow even colder.

She only heard Lu Qingxue's faint reply, "I know."

A strand of black hair obscured Lu Qingxue's eyes from the side, and no one saw the slight, yet extremely cold, killing intent that flashed across the eyes of this ice-queen beauty.

Bing Su couldn't help but repeat herself, "Sister Xue, Mu Fan, he... he's fallen!"

"I said, I know."

"Senior Sister, you—how can you—sob, sob, sob—I've never in my life seen a friend die before my eyes. How can you be like this?"

Bing Su trembled her lips and, ultimately seeing no change in Lu Qingxue's demeanor, covered her mouth, crying as she ran out.

Once Bing Su had left,

Lu Qingxue, still maintaining her sword-holding posture, saw a blur of motion between her hands.

Zis!

The slim wooden sword incredibly split the thick humanoid wooden pillar in front of her!

Then the cold ice-queen beauty tied up her hair at the back of her head and turned to walk towards something behind her, tapping on a spot, after which she pressed her palm against a palm-shaped sensor that appeared on the wooden platform.

A ring of faint, pale white light illuminated.

The sensor retracted and then popped out again, but this time, a milky white jade-like ring, neither gold nor jade, lay quietly atop it.

With her left hand, she gently picked it up and then slipped it onto her right wrist; Lu Qingxue turned and left the cultivation room.

Her eyes, though still cold, if one looked closely, were now filled with ice.