Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 702

“Only the supremely determined should study this!”

“Only the superhuman can learn this!”

It involved coursing Ghost Energy throughout the body to achieve transcendent human limits.

In truth, the foundation of these infinitely derivative skills, the Six Forms represented six directions of transcending human limitations.

But now, Mu Fan wore a strange expression because the Extreme Nine Forms he heard lacked the crucial element of Ghost Energy, hence their expandability was greatly reduced.

These nine moves were a collection developed through countless human trials, capable of dramatically lowering the death rate on the battlefield.

Mu Fan had never dismissed the importance of the Extreme Nine Forms, for if a mecha could perfectly emulate human movements, then the Extreme Nine Forms could be replicated flawlessly.

Yet a mecha could not make localized changes through Ghost Energy.

But that was not the point!

The point was, it seemed Mu Fan could learn these unconstrainedly through the methods of the Six Forms.

The first of the Six Forms, Soft Body.

Utilizing Ghost Energy to control the local skeletal and muscular system, shedding one’s own strength allows for instantaneous joint dislocations and enhanced muscle elasticity. This amplifies perception and, based on the airflow of an opponent’s strike, enables the evasion of attacks directed at oneself, as well as special flexible counterattacks.

Mu Fan closed his eyes, flashing through the explanation of Soft Body in his mind.

He had only mastered Charging Step and Steel from the Six Forms.

If that was the case, then these 12 hours would be dedicated to learning Soft Body, using its features to perfectly replicate the Extreme Nine Forms!

A faint smile appeared on Mu Fan’s lips.

The description of the Extreme Nine Forms continued in his ear.

“The Ninth Move, Bullet Head Joint Rotation.”

At last, the final word fell, and outside the massive bulletproof glass, the Tank’s massive figure managed to perform these moves that ordinary people couldn’t even dream of touching, matching perfectly with the teaching humanoid on the screen, seemingly not as bulky as its appearance suggested.

“My demonstration is over; you have twelve hours to practice, Mu Fan. Good luck.”

Tank’s deep voice resonated from within the test chamber, giving a thumbs up through the thick glass.

He too admired the boy Mu Fan, but mastering 60% of the Extreme Nine Forms in 12 hours had only been achieved by Ruan Xiongfei in the past.

He didn’t believe Mu Fan had that capability.

Mu Fan said nothing; his response was simply a thumbs up.

As silence enveloped the area, Mu Fan murmured to himself, “Fighter Instructor, thank you.”

Over ten mechanical arms extended from around him and clamped onto Mu Fan’s body.

“The first move, forward spinning top.”

A sound of severe skeletal twisting echoed from within his body, as a massive wave of pain instantly spread throughout, the sensation of the body being forcefully compressed and twisted.

It was as if an outsider was helplessly witnessing his own body being torn apart.

If it was someone experiencing this pain for the first time, they would surely pass out.

However, Mu Fan had experienced countless deaths within the space constructed by Mohandas.

Thus, the only thing in his eyes now was… a proud fearlessness in the face of a vast world!

A cold breath covered his whole body, and his brain began rapidly calculating movements.

A strange aura of Ghost Energy began to spread in specific patterns over Mu Fan’s limbs and body.

…

Time quickly advanced to midnight, and the Flying Dragon hovered unknowingly in space, with the crew of S Squad aboard asleep–except for one exception!

Mu Fan panted heavily, and in the silence of the moment, under his control, the Extreme Nine Forms were incessantly repeated every 18 minutes for a full six hours!

“Heh heh.” Mu Fan looked at his trembling arms and grinned.

Soft Body had always allowed the contorting of the body into all sorts of impossible moves, yet he did not know which move was most effective for him.

The advent of the Extreme Nine Forms wonderfully compensated for this gap!

Until now, he had finally completed his training in Soft Body among the Six Forms during this crash trial.

The cells within his body were in a state of extreme hunger, indicative of a significant consumption of stored Energy.

“60%…”

The scorching airflow was pressed out of his chest, and sweat dripped from his eyelids. This text was acquired from M|V|L0EMPYR.

“How could it only be 60%!”

At that moment, Ghost Energy infused his entire body, and Mu Fan folded forward as if his body were breaking, effortlessly executing the First Move.

His eyes twinkled with a ghostly light. Who could understand the pride within his heart?

“Black, monitor Donatello, capture any opportunity that might draw him out.”

“Yes!”

The figure within the trial room began to synchronize with the movements shown on the screen!

…

The set time was for 6 am the next day, but by 5:30 am, everyone had already taken their seats in the command room.

“We’ve got half an hour left, Tank, go and prepare to receive him from outside the trial room,” Falcon lighted up a cigar.

Ding Ding~~

The urgent sound of the ship’s Sky Communication rang out.

The group exchanged looks, “The trial room, Mu Fan?”

“What’s the matter, we still have half an hour to go,” Falcon spoke.

“Captain Falcon, are you all awake? That’s just great,” Mu Fan’s unfeigned surprise came through, bringing an immediate pause to the otherwise stifling atmosphere of the command room.

“Kid, what are you trying to say?” Falcon said somewhat bewildered, glancing at the two strategists opposite him. However, Wizard and T-Rex both stared at him with a silent gaze, no one speaking.

“I’m saying, since everyone’s awake, I can proceed with the assessment, right?” Mu Fan’s voice was accompanied by heavy panting.

“Extreme Nine Forms, 60% completion rate? Are you sure?!” Falcon didn’t notice the slight quaver in his voice at that moment.

“Let’s start, Captain… I’m in a hurry.”

Mu Fan’s panting was broken by a chuckle.

“Arrogant,” Wizard commented blandly, his eyes devoid of any ripples.

“Then let’s begin! Head to Deck Four.”

Deck Four had a battlefield environment simulation chamber. There, Mu Fan would face a real combat drill.

Team S’s seven members, including T-Rex, never understood why Ruan Xiongfei was so impressed with Mu Fan back then, nor did they comprehend the shock Mu Fan had once brought Ruan Xiongfei.

Now, having entered Dingchuan Academy, Mu Fan was about to perform a miracle for them once again!

When the seven arrived, Mu Fan was already standing there, waiting, escorted by a soldier.

At that moment, his clothes were completely soaked.

Falcon’s pupils constricted, as he saw the sweat-stained footprints on the ground where Mu Fan had walked, as well as the radiant smile on his face.

“Enter the platform over there for data monitoring by the Light Computer; you may start now.”

With a dispassionate point to an empty stand by Wizard, Mu Fan’s assessment officially began.

For some reason, Wizard did not mention why they came to Deck Four, or what purpose the surrounding environmental simulation chamber served.

After speaking, numerous lights around the empty platform lit up, more than ten surveillance devices rose around it, cameras focusing on the center.

Mu Fan looked up at Wizard in front of him, grinned, and step by step, dragged his sweaty body to stand at the center.

A light screen emerged, and a voice announced:

“First Move, Forward Spinning Top!”

When this sound echoed, no one saw the black energy emerging from Mu Fan’s heart.

With Ghost Energy fully activated, the cold, eerie form of Mu Fan was revealed to everyone for the first time.

With a bang, the sweat on his sleeves vaporized, and his feet rapidly twisted in a spin, but his upper body bent forward violently as if boneless!

With a disturbingly precise standard, Mu Fan fixed the First Move at the center of the platform.

The Six Forms’ Soft Body truly manifested before this group of Federation’s pinnacle superhumans.

“This is impossible!”

Wizard stepped forward abruptly, his pupils swirling like black vortexes.

“How could his hips, his sacrum, possibly bear such twisting?”

Because within his penetrating vision, Mu Fan’s body contortion even surpassed the Extreme Nine Forms!