Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 457

“Sixth Form, Beng Finger. Sixty lines of Ghost Energy!”

“Infuse your arm with Ghost Energy, concentrating all your strength into your fingertips. Release it in a high-speed strike that easily penetrates the human body, even… steel! Purely in terms of lethality, this is the strongest move in puncturing through defenses.”

The dark shadow softly raised its arm, turning towards Mu Fan, and assumed an offensive stance.

“Here it comes again!”

Mu Fan spread his arms wide, staring fixedly at the figure opposite him.

The young man’s face was full of fighting spirit, eager to witness the power of this strongest killing move!

The dark shadow’s feet rapidly stamped on the ground.

Charging Step!

The speed instantly overwhelmed Mu Fan, leaving him with no chance to dodge.

Is this letting me experience the power of Beng Finger?

Dark Breath covered his eyes; his vision just managed to catch a glimpse of the opponent’s afterimage.

It’s coming!

Mu Fan flung his right hand, his arm beginning to twist subconsciously, unleashing a fierce Stone Breaking Fist, incredibly close to the Fourth Move – Strangling.

With the force of rotation, he struck directly towards the opposite side.

The dark figure had no intention of attacking any other part; it just went straight ahead!

Both fists were about to collide!

A calm voice sounded: “Derivative Skills, Beng Finger Continuous Bullet.”

The shadow’s fist suddenly flattened into a palm, then the middle finger was pressed down by the thumb. With a flick of the wrist, it shot out at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

Beng!

Below Mu Fan’s punching fist, it felt as though it had been hit by a Hand Cannon, suddenly going numb, and his arm uncontrollably snapped back, twisting his body slightly.

An opening was exposed!

The dark shadow abruptly pulled its fists down to its waist.

Mu Fan only saw an outburst like when releasing the Fourth Move Strangling, but this time it was completely reversed, with the skin and muscle ripples spreading from the shoulder to the wrist.

An oppressively intense energy burst out from the shoulder, causing his arm to surge dramatically; in that moment, his arm became a channel for energy, but couldn’t withstand the energy surging out instantly, so a bulge flowed from the shoulder to the palm in an instant.

Time seemed to slow, and a strange swelling appeared at the fingertips, even letting one see the compression of the air bursting apart.

“Derivative Skills, Beng Finger Ten Warheads.”

Bang!

Not metal bullets, but the swollen fingertips fired out.

Mu Fan tried to twist his body, but the ten fingers, as fast as bullets, made contact with his waist and abdomen at an unavoidable speed.

Pup pup pup pup!

At once, the sound of bullets entering the body erupted.

Heh…

Mu Fan’s mouth opened involuntarily, his eyes bulged with blood vessels, but only a suppressed scream echoed from his throat.

Bang!

All ten fingers penetrated into Mu Fan’s body. At that moment, a shock from the impact transferred from the wrist stuck outside to his body.

Mu Fan’s body was violently thrown back, ten deep holes gushing blood like fountains.

However, the dark shadow’s movement wasn’t over yet; its right arm swung sharply back, and its left leg stomped heavily on the ground.

As this movement occurred, Mu Fan, in extreme agony, widened his eyes. This move…

How similar it was to that one of his own moves!

Violent Chisel Strike–Hand Stabbing!?

A cold voice entered his ears; under the enhancement of Dark Breath, his Spiritual Vision sensed a dreadfully heavy aura concentrated entirely on the dark figure’s right hand.

Four fingers squeezed together, thumb cocked inward.

After that exaggerated fingertip swelling reappeared, an expected voice came through, but this time with two consecutive phrases:

“Derivative Skills, Charging Step Assault!”

“Stacked Derivative Skills, Beng Finger – Scalpel!”

A sense of despair washed over him from the depths of his heart, and with Mu Fan’s perception, he could only see his opponent in a crouching position, gathering strength a second before.

The next second, all he saw was that pitch-black figure appearing at his chest.

The moment the four fingers touched his breastbone, they sliced through like a hot knife through cheese.

Entering through the left side of his chest, Mu Fan’s mouth hadn’t even had time to open…

His entire arm pierced through his heart in an instant!

His brain, deprived of blood supply, had only a few seconds of residual thought before succumbing to darkness.

Mu Fan, suspended mid-air, was thrust forward over ten meters by a penetrating arm before stopping.

A left hand rested on Mu Fan’s shoulder while the right hand was gently withdrawn from his chest.

Clang, Mu Fan, devoid of any breath, kneeled and collapsed onto the ground, scattering into Star Mist.

Resembling stardust, he reappeared keeping that same dazed posture.

The gestures were nearly identical, but one used a vulnerability found with Blood-colored Vision for an instantaneous burst.

The other one, a combination of two techniques strengthened by Ghost Energy, struck like thunder, breaching human limits.

Mu Fan suddenly exhaled deeply.

So, being killed by his own Hand Stabbing, this is what it felt like.

The recent demonstration, dying by his own lethal move, gave Mu Fan a peculiar insight.

Perhaps, those who once died by his hand felt this same despair.

“Beng Finger, training action, imprint.”

This time, the process was halved, as the Beng Finger’s Ghost Energy pathways were concentrated in both hands, each finger nourished by six pathways, appearing thicker than before.

This was indeed maximizing energy compressed to the fingertips.

After the Sixth Form was imparted, that shadow in front of Mu Fan suddenly disappeared, then the world in front of him twisted, and his spirit was involuntarily sucked into it.

The intense dizziness made it hard for Mu Fan to see the scene in front of him. About five or six seconds later, Mu Fan felt his palm lift from his head, and he looked up.

That figure, seemingly fused with time and space, stood quietly before Mu Fan.

Still unable to see the face hidden in the shadow, the only visible features were those faint green glimmers.

“Six Forms, how does it feel?”

“Powerful, Instructor, I can’t think of more words to describe it.” Mu Fan answered honestly.

“This is my understanding of Fighting, in other words, it is also about pushing the body’s functions to their limits in six directions. Mastering all Six Forms is impossible for you now; I suggest you pick two non-conflicting forms to train sequentially.”

“Non-conflicting?”

“Like Soft Body and Steel, two types you cannot train simultaneously. All training methods are imprinted in your mind; you need to master and perfect them through continuous practice. The mysteries of each form’s Derivative Skills are for you to discover. Remember my words, do not try to learn a second form before fully integrating the first, as that would only render you inept.”

Mu Fan bowed his head in acknowledgment.

“I won’t elaborate on weapons, but I can tell you that once you find the Jade Tear and wield your true weapon, Redemption Seventh Stage will be much stronger than the Six Forms!”

The Fighter looked at Mu Fan, his tone finally carrying a hint of relief and barely noticeable fatigue.

“Unlike Dark, my unique power does not depend on this world. The recent imprinting has drained me significantly, and I will fall into a deep sleep for some time. The path ahead is rough and winding; may you always remain true to your heart. Once you find the Jade Tear, you can use Dark to awaken me, until that day, you will become a true… Samurai!”

A true… Samurai?

Mu Fan felt a slight pause in Mohandas’s words, as if deliberately omitting the word before “Samurai.”

Instructor, what was that word you didn’t say?

He wanted to ask, but Mohandas turned and gradually merged into the shadows.

Just like that, under Mu Fan’s gaze, his form slowly became transparent and vanished, leaving only a sighful remark.

“Thirty years of light, forty years of darkness, banishing souls, I come from the shadow…”