Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Chapter 277: Kill Again (Second Update)

“Really well hidden, but aren’t you being a bit presumptuous!” Valentin’s voice, carrying a steely tone, emerged from the public channel, and the two Deep Blue Guardians had already turned to face Mu Fan.

The Silver Blue Hunter, slowly raising its spear, didn’t speak but made a gesture of readiness for battle.

This gesture finally made it clear that Shang Qianxin now regarded Mu Fan as an opponent worthy of combat.

However, the two other Pulan students weren’t in such a good mood.

To them, Mu Fan was simply ignoring their presence!

“Pulan–Assault!”

Came a roar!

Without needing to communicate, Valentin and Xu Keli charged in unison in a counter-assault.

The remaining five Assault Warriors seemed lost, watching these events unfold, with Brandon feeling a profound shock in his heart.

Who on earth was Trainee No. 04!

But by now, it didn’t matter who it was, because he no longer had to worry about his side facing annihilation!

Because even the least skilled could see that this mecha was the true expert among them.

Crouching tiger, hidden dragon–the recruitment today wouldn’t be botched!

With excitement in his eyes, Brandon gave the command, “Gather round, move toward unit No. 04! Provide fire support!”

But tragically, all the remote mechs had been destroyed in the battle by Herman, including his own, leaving only five Assault Warriors.

Under Brandon’s command, the remaining mechs still standing on the field simultaneously increased their engine power, racing toward the two opponents.

The direction of these two groups of mechs was surprisingly the same, aiming for Trainee No. 04 standing by the half-destroyed mecha remains!

“Tornado Fierce Axe!”

With the axe blade facing Mu Fan, the mech spun violently again, and the thermal axe created another vicious tornado assault.

Xu Keli, like a venomous snake, hid behind the raging twister, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.

The same move again!

When Valentin’s storm arose, the area outside the field was filled with cursing.

Other than a head-on confrontation, it seemed there were no other ways to counter this violent move, where the rapidly spinning axe head could severely damage any mech it touched.

Lacking long-range attacks, this kind of unendingly reinforced close-combat assault often caused even larger physical damage.

Rachel’s lush red lips parted slightly, and her fervent voice rose, “Let’s cheer for unit No. 04, for Mu Fan. To prevail in the current situation we just need to hold the line, because one of the Seven Martial Generals from the Dingchuan Mecha Club–‘Red Cat’ Jes, has already arrived. Our club’s true backbone is here! Freshmen, you’re in for a treat!”

Rachel flicked her hand to one side, and to people’s surprise, a redhead young man dressed in a Mechanical Master’s suit appeared, starting to walk toward the shaded area.

The atmosphere ignited once again, the Mecha Club’s Seven Martial Generals!

This was someone who had already been shortlisted by the military as a prime officer candidate, the true pillar of Dingchuan!

Though Rachel’s words seemed to encourage Mu Fan, the underlying implication was not optimistic about Mu Fan facing off against the two rampaging mechs, not to mention there was still the unmoving Silver Blue Hunter!

The spectators also tended toward this line of thought, believing that if the mech could just delay the assault of the two mechs for a moment, it would be a victory for Dingchuan.

“Hmph, a bunch of blind folks,” White Hair said, his face not displaying his usual jesting expression, instead showing a hint of mysterious sarcasm.

“Is boss Mu Fan really that impressive?” Li Xiaoxi observed White Hair’s expression and couldn’t help but curiously ask.

It was very rare to see White Hair speaking so earnestly.

“Just wait until you see him fight against their captain,” White Hair didn’t directly answer, simply stating this while his gaze fixated on the screen, where a mech was lifting its Saber to the side.

Impressive? Can I say that I’ve never f*cking seen this guy lose!

How could the only person I, Yin Shuai, vouched for not have more to show!

Glancing at the side, where students were fervently discussing something about ‘Red Cat’ Jes, White Hair sneered coldly.

Gu Yunyou didn’t speak, just watched the holographic image with an inexplicable glow in his eyes.

…

The approaching storm spun closer and closer, and within the cockpit, Mu Fan’s eyes were dark and as calm as an age-old well.

This scene, it was so similar to the encounter at Chade Metal Refinery with that invader, who also used the immense destructive power of superior weaponry, combined with personal rotation, to create a terrifying storm of destruction.

“The same move… don’t use it twice before me.”

The incredible Soglier Key Method was on display once again as the mecha began to move with exquisitely delicate, agile steps.

Frontal assault!

The Hot Melt Saber was held horizontally at the side, the blade temperature plummeting, energy supply 50%, 25%, 5%!

Dragging the long and dim saber, the mecha charged fearlessly at the formidable enemy like a fierce warrior.

“What is he trying to do? Why isn’t he activating the Hot Melt Saber?”

“What the hell, this is just seeking death, how can this be stalling for time.”

There will always be those whose words are filled with malice–in their world of understanding, not following their logic is wrong, is a mistake!

Such a meaningless sacrifice wouldn’t even garner the slightest praise, and could even invite ridicule and abuse!

But for Mu Fan, who had always been accustomed to acting alone, even if he knew, he simply did not care about the opinions of those around him.

What do you think? What’s that to me?

Automatically filtering the constant flood of data, the multiple warnings from the radar were all ignored by Mu Fan. His eyes, looking through the optical imaging device, were more useful than the radar when it came to close-quarters combat with his strong dynamic vision.

Zzzrrr~~

Sparks flew in a long trail between the tip of the saber and the metal ground as his body leaned lower and lower!

“Crush!”

With a thunderous roar, the feet of the Assault Warrior actually left the ground and began to run sideways along the circular wall.

“Damn, what kind of tactic is this!”

“What’s he trying to do?”

“Sure enough, he isn’t stupidly going to his death; this is to draw the opponent’s attention and buy time.”

Hearing this confident analysis from the person nearby, White Hair turned his dead fish eyes toward them, not caring in the least that the person speaking was a size larger. He curled his lips and spat out two words:

“Idiot.”

“Whom the f*** are you calling?”

“I’m calling you, idiot.”

“Shit!” The man cursed angrily and came up to confront White Hair, only to find White Hair’s hand was quicker, pressing directly on his face.

The formidable strength at the fingertips rendered the sizable man unable to move, staring in horror at the seemingly frail White Hair.

“Watch closely, see how that mecha is about to blast Pulan to bits.”

White Hair’s soft voice, paired with the scene before him, raised a chill in the hearts of those around.

What kind of freak is this?

What exactly is that crimson mecha intending to do by standing on the wall?

What is he trying to do?

Only Mu Fan knew what he was about to do!

Hundreds of sets of thirteen key synchronized movements surfaced in sequence, and the mecha’s minutiae began to show an incredible transformation.

A glow appeared in Mu Fan’s eyes as the synchronized instructions suddenly hammered down!

Horizontal position–arc light, Stepping Forward Slash!

The tip of the saber returned to its Hot Melt state, a glint of red igniting.

Arc light flashed across the circular wall, leapt into mid-air, and then plunged fiercely like an electric arc seeking out a metallic body.

Zzt!

Crack crack crack!

The violent Tornado Fierce Axe stopped, and the crimson figure that half-kneeled on Deep Blue Guardian’s shoulder emerged.

The saber in hand, from the top of Deep Blue Guardian’s head…

Plunged into the armor, the slit still bubbling with the gas from the melted metal.

The crimson eyes, metal-like and cold, quietly declared his choice through the light screen.

Stall for time?

Sorry, that’s not my style.