Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1517 33: Have You… Lived Long Enough?
Previously on Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy...
The atmosphere grew tense in that instant.
Some bystanders felt their hearts seizing, witnessing the challenging stance... they anticipated a severe confrontation brewing right there.
Now, they merely wished for Mu Fan and his companions to concede defeat swiftly.
Should a genuine conflict erupt, stray bullets could be indiscriminate, and sustaining injuries would undoubtedly prove troublesome.
Consequently, the mood among the onlookers underwent a sudden transformation.
They prepared to urge the young individuals to yield without further conflict.
It would truly play into the hands of the Firmament Corps personnel; that young lady they held was exceptionally beautiful.
However, just as the surrounding individuals were about to voice their pleas, a calm, probing question resonated, causing everyone's bodies to stiffen in unison.
"Have you... lived long enough?"
Mu Fan inclined his head, his gaze steady as he met Grove's eyes.
The superficial smile on Kim Sang-geun's face also became rigid, his mouth agape, his heart threatening to escape his chest.
[This impudent boy intends to involve us all! Provoking a stationed Major General of the Firmament Corps—is he unaware of the repercussions?!]
The stout Patrol Officer, at that very moment, longed to draw his weapon and end that infuriating youth.
Yet, he nervously glanced towards Grove, hoping the formidable wolf of the Firmament Corps wouldn't be excessively incensed. Upon observing the smile that bloomed on the other's grim countenance, his heart sank.
[It's all over!]
When Grove, that icy-faced predator, smiles, it signifies an impending demise.
An act of violence here would tarnish the reputation of Flame Star, directly impacting the future image and financial gains of the Aohan Freedom Alliance.
As a Level-4 Patrol Officer, Kim Sang-geun would bear the unavoidable burden of responsibility.
"Hahaha, truly a resilient one, or he wouldn't have dared to eliminate my Firmament Corps' [Dark Furious Bear] Kuiwen so directly! But today, such a stubborn obstacle is destined to be shattered piece by piece."
"Beat him until he's crippled, then drag him away!"
With a laugh, the tone abruptly shifted to one of chilling severity.
"Yes, General!"
Bang!
A surge of white illuminated the scene, fleetingly dazzling observers' vision with an afterimage.
It was that same type of Binding Bomb, capable of instantly incapacitating a target.
Yet, no one noticed that a Dark Gold Short Stick had somehow already materialized in Mu Fan's palm, held discreetly at his side.
As the Binding Bomb hurtled forward, Mu Fan's eyes gently opened.
Mu Fan's maneuver at that instant went unseen by all.
Everyone only registered a resounding "bang"!
Mu Fan tossed his arm backward, unleashing a visible ripple of compressed air that expanded before him, deflecting the incoming Binding Bomb mid-air with a counter-strike.
Then, with doubled force from the accumulation, all kinetic energy was absorbed and rapidly propelled back!
Boom.
A burst of white particulate matter erupted.
Grove extended a single hand, his fingers instantly encased in a metallic brown, resembling a mechanical pincer that seized the Binding Bomb and violently crushed it.
In less than a second elapsed between actions.
It was only when the dissipating cloud revealed the scene that the onlookers grasped what had transpired.
A sudden wave of commotion!
The crowd finally began to move, many retreating towards the periphery to evade any stray projectiles.
"Possessing some strength, but is this the extent of your confidence?" Grove lowered his hand, his eyes radiating derision and contempt, as dozens of soldiers surrounding him simultaneously readied their firearms.
"Remember the manner of your demise."
Grove raised a single digit.
In that very moment, everyone understood that once that finger descended, it would likely signal the end for these individuals, struck down by gunfire.
Kim Sang-geun swallowed hard; this infernal Firmament Corps was prepared to commit murder over a simple disagreement.
He darted his small eyes, seizing the opportunity to retreat behind the protection of the Firmament Corps soldiers.
"I wish to take him down." White Hair licked his lips, glancing at the large and small figures beside him.
His voice, neither too loud nor too soft, carried just enough to be heard by those nearby.
The dispersing spectators momentarily paused, and within the suffocating atmosphere, a ripple of laughter broke forth.
"Proceed." Harry clenched his fist.
"Hm." William responded with a deep grunt, his joints audibly cracking with contained power.
Lu Qingxue delicately rested her right hand upon the hilt of the sword at her waist...
Grove's raised finger slowly curled downwards, and as the digit fully straightened, all the soldiers were poised to fire.
"Since you've lived sufficiently, I shall grant you passage." Mu Fan spoke softly, his calm tone at that moment seemingly blossoming like whispers in every ear.
Hmm?
Heads abruptly turned towards Mu Fan.
Yet, they observed that indifferent young man suddenly twist his body, explosively launching the rapidly spinning Short Stick from his palm!
A succession of blurred trails froze into exaggerated shapes in the air.
A sinister grin flashed across Grove's face as his fingers abruptly splayed open wide.
"Such a bold claim!"
His right hand, encased in metal, shot out.
His intention was to use that Short Stick to shatter this boy's bones, piece by agonizing piece!
The force exerted by Mu Fan was nothing short of savagely brutal, and Grove's speed was remarkably swift.
The suddenness of the assault and the equally abrupt counter left the other soldiers with no opportunity to intervene.
From Grove's perspective, of course, there was no need for them to react.
And yet...
Just as Grove's Metal Iron Palm extended half a meter in front of the Short Stick...
Buzz!
Though no sound was audible, one could almost feel the gentle displacement of air.
The spinning Dark Gold Short Stick's two extremities...
Instantly ignited with two arched, curving spectral green light blades!
As these light blades materialized, a chilling silence descended upon everyone present, encompassing Grove himself, the soldiers nearby, and the onlookers alike.
Grove's right hand clenched tightly.
The spinning Ghostly Light Scythe Blade was now in his grasp!
But in that very instant, Grove's eyes widened in disbelief.
That was—
In the ensuing quiet...
A spray of blood mist erupted, tracing a path from palm to chest, and then to the back of his head...
The metal claws that had just neutralized the Binding Bomb proved utterly useless. The armor beneath his uniform seemed as fragile as paper, allowing the spinning Ghostly Blade Wheel to slice through unimpeded, leaving a faint mist of blood in its wake.
Thud thud thud!
Before the five fully armed soldiers behind him could even process what was happening, the massive green Blade Wheel tore through them in an instant.
Kim Sang-geun, laboriously shifting his corpulent frame, had just poked his head out when a mixture of blood and brain matter splattered onto his face with a sickening thud, his vision immediately turning a blurry red.
The fully revealed, curved light scythe blade plunged more than half a meter into the ground before finally coming to a halt.
It was only at this precise moment that all the soldiers began to register the unfolding horror!
Thud...
Grove, bisected and falling heavily, his remaining, intact half-face frozen in a rictus of confusion and terror.
It was likely that even in death, he could not comprehend the true nature of what had transpired.
A bone-chilling sensation crept up the soldiers' spines, from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.
Just moments ago...
What in the blazes had just occurred!
These soldiers' eyes immediately turned red with fury, their enraged gazes fixed upon the damnable little... what?
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Triggers were reflexively pulled.
In that very instant, bullets whizzed through the air.
Yet, the figure standing before them, encased in dark gold armor, a chest emitting an eerie green luminescence—who, in the heavens, was that individual?