Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1563 - 79: No Friendship Without Rivalry

Mu Fan questioned with indignation. At that instant, it felt as if he had been struck head-on by a rampaging rhinoceros.

The immense force surged through his body and into the ground, causing a massive collapse.

Had he not activated the Six Forms, he might have been bisected by that axe in mere moments!

A surge of righteous anger ignited within him. His crossed arms pushed back with force, shaking violently.

Thud!

Lance felt a tremendous force jolt through the axe handle. Despite bracing himself with all his might, the violent tremor sent his body recoiling uncontrollably, and the axe slipped from his grasp.

Though the moment was brief, Lance's formidable physique allowed for a rapid recovery and readjustment.

Yet, that fleeting instant was all Mu Fan needed.

Maintaining his braced arms, Mu Fan stepped forward with his right foot.

An audible thrumming resonated through the air, felt by everyone present.

A visible wave of compressed air radiated from beneath Mu Fan's feet, further deepening the already sunken ground by an additional five centimeters.

Six Forms - Charging Step!

Combined Skill - [Impact Heavy Hammer]!

A ripple emanated from his shoulder, traveling down to his wrist, and his fist, like a colossal punching press, shot forward.

Lance felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck. The overwhelming pressure compelled him to instinctively raise his arms in defense.

Mu Fan's dramatically enlarged fist met his raised arms with immediate force.

——Boom!

Enoch’s gasp was abruptly cut short.

He witnessed the burly Lance, without any preceding acceleration, sent flying backward as if struck by a colossal beast, a faint air current distorting the space between them.

"Lance!"

A furious roar echoed from behind.

The two individuals positioned directly behind Lance reacted instantly, moving in unison and raising their arms.

Thud!

A dull impact resounded. Their feet remained planted, yet they were forced back three steps by the sheer momentum transferred from Lance.

Deep gouges marked the ground where their feet had scraped.

A low groan escaped.

Lance lifted his battered face.

His bear-like, imposing frame slowly straightened, and he lowered his crossed arms.

Upon closer inspection, one could see his two powerful arms trembling uncontrollably.

The distance from the point of impact to where he landed was an astonishing straight line of at least seven meters!

Huff~

Huff~

Heavy breaths came from Lance. While his arm bones remained intact, the persistent, sharp pain served as a stark reminder of the incredible force he had just endured.

The power of that single blow even brought to mind the formidable hammer wielded by the Isaiah Clan Leader.

Beneath his disheveled white hair, Mu Fan met their gazes, his eyes blazing with fierce intent. His voice was frigid as he spoke each word deliberately: "Can we converse like civilized people now?"

His voice carried clearly across the grassy expanse, and this time, no one dared to interrupt.

Thirteen individuals behind Lance stared at Mu Fan, their expressions filled with shock.

Shorter than Lance by a considerable margin, and significantly more slender...

How could such a lean physique, appearing even more so than those of the Red Stone Clan, possibly contain such astonishing might!

That single punch had delivered an unexpected blow to their confidence.

For those who survived in this vast wilderness, a reverence for power was deeply ingrained in their very being.

Regardless of allegiance, an individual possessing formidable strength invariably commanded attention wherever they appeared.

At this precise moment, with the exception of Lance, all thirteen others simultaneously raised their White Bone Battle Axes.

"Uncle Lance, please don't intervene. He is the one who saved my father and me! He rescued us from the Udan Spearmen."

"He helped us bring back the salt we purchased, look!"

Enoch exclaimed anxiously from the rear, frantically patting two large burlap sacks.

Lance's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief.

The thirteen figures behind him, poised for combat, froze in mutual confusion.

"Not an enemy?"

"No!"

The plump child scurried to the front of Mu Fan, his gaze pleading as he looked up at him: "Brother Mu, they are here to protect me. Please, do not harm them."

The preceding confrontation had stunned Enoch as profoundly as if he had been struck by a meteorite.

He now understood the utter foolishness of his earlier actions.

A single individual capable of vanquishing twenty warriors from the Red Stone Tribe...

Even stripped of armor, his power would remain undiminished!

Mu Fan looked down at the anxious eyes of the plump child, gently patted his sturdy shoulder, and gave a slight nod.

The Ghost Qi that had permeated his arms receded like an ebbing tide.

Mu Fan lifted his head, calmly meeting the astonished and somewhat embarrassed gazes of the men arrayed before him.

All fourteen White-armored Warriors, including Lance himself, were now overcome with a profound sense of shame.

Their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Fortunately, their naturally dark complexions, combined with the obscurity of the night and the dry blood splattered on their faces, managed to mask the changes in their skin tone.

Lance, the burly man, was so overcome with embarrassment that he couldn't bring himself to meet Mu Fan's gaze.

Nevertheless, they all mirrored the same solemn gesture: placing a hand over their chests and offering a deep bow.

"Honorable warrior, we beg your forgiveness for our prior disrespect."

"I, Lance, a hunter of the White Armor Tribe, implore your pardon."

Lance's right arm, positioned across his chest, showed no visible damage to the White Bone Armor, yet the limb beneath it was visibly swollen and still trembling.

Witnessing the sincerity and directness of their apologies, the lingering anger within Mu Fan's heart began to subside.

He reciprocated the gesture, placing his own hand on his chest.

Then, with casual ease, he drew the battle axe lodged in the mud and presented it to Lance.

"You possess great strength, hunter of the White Armor Tribe."

Hearing Mu Fan's earnest words, Lance's aged face flushed, and he hastily retrieved his weapon, a wave of embarrassment washing over him.

"In my homeland, fewer than three individuals have ever managed to completely withstand that particular blow and emerge unscathed," Mu Fan stated again, his gaze fixed on Lance's unblemished White Bone Arm Armor, his tone serious.

Lance's weathered face grew even redder...

He desperately wished to explain that only the resilient bones of the Star Desolate Beast had survived the impact, and that his arm beneath the armor was already badly swollen.

However, considering the current circumstances...

Recalling the thirteen brothers observing him with respectful gazes, Lance's cheeks twitched slightly. With a surge of boldness, he responded, "It is Lance's greatest honor! Please grant me the opportunity to atone, and I shall offer you my finest wine."

Despite being a head taller than Mu Fan, not a trace of disdain remained in Lance's eyes.

The sheer power hidden within that frame...

Seemed to rival that of Clan Leader Isaiah!

A slight grin touched Mu Fan's lips. "I gladly accept your invitation; the honor is mine."

"Hahahaha!"

Their eyes met, and the two men erupted into hearty laughter.

This was a moment of understanding between warriors.

The palpable tension that had permeated the grassy field finally dissipated entirely.

"Enoch's father has sustained severe injuries. I have administered initial aid to staunch the bleeding, but he requires further rest and treatment. You should escort him back at once," Mu Fan indicated behind him as he spoke.

"Understood! We would be honored if you would accompany us back to the tribe, brave warrior."

...

"May I inquire, honorable warrior, of your name?"

...

"Mu Fan."

...

As they advanced, Mu Fan's field of vision expanded, and the distinct outline of a village gradually came into view.