Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 729

Chapter 729: Chapter 502: Strange Transaction

“You say,” she said with a cold and stunning beauty, quietly watching Mu Fan.

“That Molten Magma Fruit, do you still have any? Could you give me a bit more…” Mu Fan said awkwardly, feeling it was somewhat inappropriate to ask a woman for food upon meeting. Indeed, it wouldn’t sound good if word got out.

But he had no other way to obtain the fruit.

So, he decided to go for it…

Lu Qingxue looked at Mu Fan in surprise, then suddenly broke into a smile that seemed to brighten the entire sky.

“I can, but there’s a condition.”

“You say.”

“Fight me once more.”

“That simple?” Mu Fan asked with surprise.

“Of course not, this is just a warm-up. Then, this afternoon, accompany me to a gathering, an interstellar elite meeting.”

Lu Qingxue’s voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate.

“Ah, a meeting? Like a party, a banquet? No, no,” Mu Fan recalled the events at Villa Number One, feeling he was naturally unsuited for such gatherings. He immediately began shaking his head like a bobblehead doll.

Every time he went, something or other would happen; avoiding trouble was better than seeking it. He better keep his distance.

“This is a trade, six Molten Magma Fruits.”

“Eight!” Mu Fan said firmly.

“Deal.”

A faint smile hung on Lu Qingxue’s cool face.

Mu Fan always felt that this icy Senior Sister before him had untied some emotional knot, as if the millennium-old ice in her tone was showing signs of melting.

Why such a change had occurred was beyond Mu Fan’s knowledge.

“Time, location?” Mu Fan turned and squatted down to shoulder a huge rock, asking in a deep voice.

“Come to Swordsmanship Club at nine in the morning, and then follow my arrangements. The meeting location is in Space Station 37 on the ninth orbit, and the return time will be a bit late. Get ready in advance,” Lu Qingxue said earnestly, her eyes serious.

A meeting outside the Earth’s atmosphere, in a space station?

Perhaps that’s how these so-called elites could savor the superiority of looking down on a planet?

“Understood, I’ll go prepare.”

With a low shout, the heavy boulder rose and fell rhythmically with Mu Fan’s breathing, disappearing on the mountain summit’s platform.

As Mu Fan’s figure vanished, a ripple flickered in Lu Qingxue’s eyes.

Was her choice right, or wrong?

Should she, like a sharp sword, make a decisive strike, following her heart?

That slight ripple eventually disappeared, her gaze returning to its eternally cold state.

Three fingers tightened on the bowstring, and she drew the great bow to a full crescent.

An astonishing aura surged from the black-clad archer, her black hair billowing to reveal her slender, pale neck.

Hum!

Her fingers released, and an arrow, bursting with force, sped from the bowstring.

The howling wind continued, yet the wooden arrow pierced it perfectly, hitting the red heart mark on the lying rock.

Thud–the arrow sank deep, nearly halfway, leaving only its featherless tail quivering.

A long breath was expelled from her mouth.

Lowering the bow, with her eyelashes drooping, the cold figure picked up the metal long case and leapt off from the other side of the mountain.

…

“Black, what is Space Station 37 on the ninth orbit like?”

Back in his apartment bedroom, Mu Fan took a big bite of the Molten Magma Fruit in his hand, feeling the surging energy as he asked with closed eyes.

“Private territory, ownership anonymous, currently our online databases cannot pinpoint the exact owner. All we know is that this space station has been out of government possession since its registration fifteen years ago,” Black answered with a hint of curiosity; without hearing from Lu Qingxue, he wouldn’t have known about any elite gathering here.

The Federation’s public portals have no information on hosting any elite meetings.

These so-called elites seemed quite intriguing.

Black then shared the information he had found with Mu Fan.

Mu Fan swallowed the remaining fruit in one gulp, then wiped his hands.

“Since that’s the case, let’s just see how it goes, hoping this so-called exchange meeting goes peacefully.”

He silently hoped to himself, whether things would go as he wished was beyond his control.

At nine in the morning, dressed in academy uniform, Mu Fan punctually arrived at the entrance of the Swordsmanship Club, a travel bag in his hand, unlike the others.

As he stepped into the Swordsmanship Club, half of the faces he could recognize from memory, having met them before.

As for the other half, Mu Fan had no impression, but seeing their similarly green faces, they were mostly likely first-year students.

“Mu Fan?”

Dressed in a swordsman’s clothes, a ponytail brimming with youthful vitality, and a crisp voice, it was none other than the immensely popular Bing Su.

She was currently demonstrating swordsmanship with a wooden sword at the front, and upon seeing Mu Fan’s face, she exclaimed in surprise,

“Good morning, Senior Sister Bing Su.” Mu Fan smiled and nodded.

This gesture made the trainees behind her whisper among themselves.

Who is this guy?

However, those who raised such questions were mostly newcomers to the Swordsmanship Club.

They had not witnessed the fiery scene outside the Swordsmanship Club on recruitment day, where Mu Fan alone had faced off against multiple members of the Fighting Club.

But for those seniors who knew Mu Fan, their feelings were more complicated, because just a few days ago,

They had learned that the pilot of the immensely popular Black Mecha–Extreme Special Soldier–on the internet was none other than this junior right before their eyes.

Mu Fan, who always appeared harmless with his bland expression,

But Bing Su paid no mind to the resentful glares behind her, instead, wiping sweat from her forehead with joy, sheathed her sword, stepped in front of Mu Fan, and said with a smile,

“It’s so nice to see you again! You are really lucky, junior! Who would have thought our Swordsmanship Club would produce a Mecha master, impressive! Sister Xue is already waiting for you inside, remember not to be so reckless anymore, you have no idea how scared I was watching the live broadcast almost scared me to death.”

Hearing the youthful praise and genuine concern from the beautiful senior, Mu Fan’s mood also lifted.

“Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Alright then, I won’t keep you any longer, off you go.” Bing Su generously waved her hand, her swaying ponytail capturing the rapt attention of several male onlookers.

Just as Mu Fan was about to turn right and head inside, he heard Bing Su excitedly whisper, “Hey junior, I want to discuss something with you, you must be good at piloting mechas, so Battle Net should be no problem, right?”

Mu Fan turned his head, thought for a moment, then nodded.

His operation on the Battle Net, unless given those crappy mechs, should be no issue.

Especially since he had mastered the Soglier Conjecture series skills, Mu Fan felt that Battle Net had limited benefits for him now.

As for Battle Net duels, he was confident, so he replied affirmatively, “No problem, what’s up, Senior Sister Bing Su?”

“Do you have a training account on the internal network? What’s its ID? Quickly, tell me! I need you to help me reclaim some honor.”

Bing Su said eagerly; she couldn’t forget the humiliating experience of being brutally defeated by that Iron Ball Mecha.

This was truly a stain on Miss Susu’s life!

Hearing this, Mu Fan couldn’t help but chuckle. Senior Sister Bing Su was indeed playful, and her gritted teeth made it seem like she had some deep grudge–it was clear she had suffered inhuman treatment.

“Yes, the nickname on the internal network is ‘Shura’–if there aren’t any duplicates, that should be me. I didn’t remember the numeric ID, I’ll check when I get back… so, Senior Sister, your… huh? Senior Sister Bing Su?”

As he spoke, Mu Fan suddenly noticed that the usually vibrant and youthful senior, had lost her smile and instead fell into a highly oppressed mood.

“Senior Sister, if you aren’t feeling well, see a doctor at the medical center, you can find me once I am done with my busy period.”

Mu Fan said kindly.

“No, thanks… Junior, you go find the president first, I want to be alone.”

Bing Su struggled to say, then turned around with a gloomy face.

Strange senior…

Mu Fan muttered to himself and continued on, not giving it much thought.

However, those students behind Bing Su, who were intently watching the goddess’s back, suddenly saw the ugliest expression on their goddess in history.

“What are you looking at! You, you, you, and you! Come here for sparring!”

The fierce Bing Su called out four students whose gazes were most direct.

Moments later, a series of screams rang through the dojo.

But all of this, Mu Fan didn’t know; he had just entered the president’s office when a chilling sword light instantly slashed down.