Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1559 75: Courting Death
Previously on Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy...
The impact that instant felt as if a colossal elephant had violently crashed into his very being.
This sheer power actually surpassed even Beardsley's!
How could this possibly be?
The individual in question was only slightly taller and more robust than the plump child who had just fled.
How could such immense strength reside within them?
Wasn't the White Armor Tribe renowned as the most formidable race inhabiting this vast grassland?
Hawthorn's eyes immediately brimmed with a furious red hue.
He simply could not bring himself to accept this stark reality.
Far off, the little chubby Enoch, who had recently plunged into the river, was utterly stupefied, his mind unable to even begin processing the events.
His astonishment dwarfed Hawthorn's by a considerable margin.
The 'passerby,' who had been on the verge of departing, had actually intervened on behalf of his father!?
"Roar!"
Amidst an overwhelming battle cry, every single Udan Spearman simultaneously formed their battle lines.
But in that precise moment, Mu Fan's legs slammed down with immense force, the ground beneath him instantly fractured and gave way, and his entire body launched upwards with a thunderous boom.
He landed heavily beside Beardsley, a gleaming white syringe materializing in his palm.
With a swift maneuver, he reversed his grip and plunged the syringe into Beardsley's neck, driving the entire device in.
"You will not perish."
The voice, cold and utterly commanding, emanated from the front.
Bai's Elixir!
Pierced by the syringe, Beardsley's vision tunneled, and he felt a sudden warmth surge through his previously frigid body.
Then, his sight went completely black as he surrendered to unconsciousness.
Even in his dazed state, the brawny man's grip remained tight on his spear, preventing his body from collapsing.
"Who are you, daring to make a move before the Red Stone Guard!"
"And more importantly, who are you... to dare snatch prey right from under my nose, Hawthorn!"
"He is certainly dead. As for you, I shall personally flay you alive!"
Creak, creak.
His footsteps echoed ominously on the ground as Hawthorn advanced, his bloodshot eyes fixed ahead, his expression ferociously contorted.
He raised the bone knife clutched in his hand, glanced at the notch on its blade, and casually discarded the curved weapon.
With a twist of his wrist, he drew a gleaming metallic spear from his back.
That was incredibly rare Meteorite Gold!
On this land, only warriors of true caliber were deemed worthy of wielding such magnificent armaments.
As the questioning shouts intensified, intertwined with the chants of the surrounding Udan Spearmen, each step Hawthorn took left a deep imprint in the ground.
Suddenly, a phantom figure materialized behind him, dual-wielding the spear and fiercely thrusting towards the adversary who was shorter and more frail than himself!
At this critical juncture, the Udan Spearmen's concerted chants reached their absolute zenith.
When engaging in the hunt of formidable prey, Hawthorn must be bestowed the supreme honor due to a true warrior.
Three crimson seals writhed and twisted upon his skin, the spearhead now aimed directly at Mu Fan.
Beardsley stood directly behind Mu Fan.
Hawthorn's intention was clear: to impale both of them with a single, decisive thrust!
In that very instant, Mu Fan's eyes shifted to a distinct crimson.
This was not the frantic, bloodshot red of congested eyeballs, but rather... the incandescent glow of erupting magma within his pupils!
A terrifying aura, reminiscent of an ancient, ferocious beast, emanated from his body at that very moment.
"Do you truly believe yourself worthy?"
His voice, chilling and akin to a low beast's guttural growl, accompanied Mu Fan's left foot as it stomped heavily upon the ground.
Boom!
A shockwave of shattered rock and earth erupted outwards instantly.
A Dark Gold Short Stick, deeply embedded in the ground, shot out with incredible speed.
A slender hand, etched with numerous scars, appeared just in time to seize the short stick within its grasp.
"This time... I shall achieve redemption!"
In a blur of motion, the short stick began to spin, and Mu Fan swung it in a broad, powerful arc, bringing it down with devastating force.
"You dare!"
Before the astonished eyes of all present, the two phantom projections collided violently.
Boom!
It sounded as though thunder had spontaneously erupted in this very segment of the world.
A colossal wave of earth inexplicably erupted from the ground.
A slender yet tall figure was hurled backward at an accelerated pace, soaring over ten meters before crashing heavily into the earth.
'Earth Tremor' – and the figure was deeply embedded within the soil.
Poof!
A cloud of blood sprayed outwards.
From the crevices of Hawthorn's palms, blood and torn flesh oozed gruesomely.
And amidst the swirling dust clouds from the preceding, cataclysmic clash, a tall silhouette clad in Dark Gold armor slowly emerged into view.
The faceplate of his armor remained unlowered... his countenance still bore that same fierce and untamed expression.
Within his pupils, dark green and crimson hues flickered and intertwined ceaselessly.
He shifted his grip on the Dark Gold Short Stick as Mu Fan advanced, his cold gaze utterly dismissing the formidable contingent of twenty Udan Spearmen.
Instead, his attention was fixed solely on the human-shaped pit of dirt located ten meters away.
At this profound moment...
Beneath the dim, encroaching night sky, only the gentle chirping of insects punctuated the pervasive quiet.
In the distance, the escaping little chubby Enoch stood utterly dumbfounded, his mouth agape, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
A faint spark of life gradually returned to his eyes, once again fixing their gaze upon his father.
He distinctly recalled the earlier proclamation: "You will not perish."
A surge of elation threatened to make Enoch's heart burst.
Meanwhile, the Udan Spearmen's perception of Mu Fan's threat level escalated with each passing moment.
In a mere second, it rocketed to a magnitude comparable to a level-three Beast Tide!
How, in that instant, had he donned such resplendent Dark Gold armor?
And in mere moments...
How had he sent their leader, Hawthorn, hurtling through the air?
Why did his movement speed utterly surpass the keen sight of a hawk?
Disregarding the Udan Spearmen's bewildered thoughts, Mu Fan advanced, his every step imbued with lethal intent.
"Rise," he commanded, his voice a chilling, unyielding decree.
Hawthorn, in the process of pushing himself up, bore an expression etched with profound humiliation.
"Udan—Kill!"
He roared, lifting his head.
Swish—
A Udan Spearman at the front moved with startling speed, his arm a blur as he launched a spear like a streak of lightning.
However, in the very next second...
Thud!
The sharp impact stunned the Red Stone Warrior who had just thrown the spear.
The Bone Spear had inexplicably materialized beside Mu Fan, hanging there steadily.
His left hand, encased in Dark Gold armor, seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, its grip firmly clamped around the spear's midsection.
As the Udan Spearman watched, Mu Fan's icy gaze locked onto him.
His left arm snapped back with explosive force—
Boom!
The sound was akin to a fighter jet's powerful takeoff.
A faint white shockwave erupted directly in front of Mu Fan.
The Udan Spearmen felt their very hairs stand on end, and then they witnessed the warrior who had hurled the spear suddenly have his chest cavity caved in, exploding into a bloody mist. His entire body was sent flying a good seven to eight meters, landing as a mangled half-corpse.
Mu Fan's leaning form slowly straightened, his ruthless, death-dealing gaze sweeping over the remaining spearmen.
"Oblivious... to life and death."
At this juncture, without any command from Hawthorn, the eyes of all the remaining Udan Spearmen turned bloodshot.
Swish, swish, swish!
Instantly, nineteen spears sliced through the air within a ten-meter radius.
"Watch out!!"
Enoch could no longer contain himself, his voice a wild shout from behind.
What further terrified the stout youth was that the young man actually turned... to look directly at him.
"No!"
Enoch cried out heartbrokenly.
He couldn't bear to witness the very individual who had just saved his life about to be impaled by a barrage of spears.
Enoch missed the sight...
But the Udan Spearmen observed...
As the young man turned his back to them, the partially undone luminous braid at the nape of his neck quietly unraveled.
In an instant, his figure fragmented into four, vanishing without a trace.
In another fleeting moment...
They felt as if they were caught in a hallucination.
Every single spear was seen suspended in mid-air, each one gently caught by a hand clad in Dark Gold armor...
And then, all the spears, the Dark Gold Spears included, were suddenly yanked in a single, unified direction!
That direction, astonishingly, was aimed straight at them!
—Puff!
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
The sound of countless spears piercing flesh echoed instantaneously!
Four figures in Dark Gold armor silently rejoined behind the ranks of the Udan Spearmen.
Their feet barely grazed the ground.
The Curved Light Scythe Blade dangled, its entire form shimmering with an eerie green luminescence.
Mu Fan's cold eyes, brimming with deadly intent, lifted.
Behind him, nineteen Udan Spearmen, each impaled by a spear...
Were neatly pinned to the ground!