Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1569 - 85: Let’s Discuss the First Matter First

Who is he?

This question echoed in everyone’s minds at that moment.

What gave him the right to address Edgeworth, the Mission Elder of the Red Stone Clan?

Could he hail from the White Armor Tribe?

Several individuals within the mission cast uncertain glances towards the White Armor Tribe's contingent, only to witness both Alva and Isaiah observing with expressions of surprise.

[Even the White Armor Tribe is unaware of his identity!?]

Then, who was this individual who had suddenly attacked Elder Edgeworth?

Especially considering the devastating impact of that decisive kick.

Utter chaos erupted!

Outside the tent, thirty Black Water Guards and fifty Red Stone Guards instantly locked eyes in fierce hostility, all simultaneously advancing.

Inside the tent, those who had entered with Edgeworth and Kemmler made ready to engage.

But just then, Isaiah raised his fist and let out an angry roar. The warriors confronting the White Armor Clan simultaneously stepped forward, brandishing their axes.

"Roar!"

"No weapons are permitted within the Star Tent!"

Isaiah bellowed, his voice akin to a lion's roar, instantly silencing the tense atmosphere.

Yet, the bloodied Red Stone Elder Edgeworth, clutching his ruptured chest, shouted furiously, "Isaiah, I never imagined you would willingly embrace the scorn of the entire prairie! You have broken the contract sworn under the stars!"

"Silence! He is not affiliated with our White Armor Tribe."

Isaiah's enraged retort once more plunged the hall into an unsettling quiet.

Not from the White Armor Tribe?

Then, who could he possibly be!?

The Black Water Clan's foremost warrior, Kemmler, gestured to his side and yelled, "Vine staff!"

A long staff, fashioned from intertwined black vines, spun through the air towards Kemmler. He seized it firmly, and as it settled into his palm, it blurred into an illusion. After several flashing, interwoven afterimages, Kemmler assumed a stance for a two-handed staff attack.

Formerly clad in fish-skin armor, Kemmler's joints were now inexplicably covered in vine-like plating.

His gaze was now locked onto Mu Fan.

Mere moments ago, that person's kick had forcefully repelled him.

The formidable power emanating from that single blow instilled a sense of caution within him, as though he were facing a truly formidable adversary.

He found it hard to comprehend that such rhino-like stomping force could originate from the comparatively slender frame opposite him.

"You... who are you... what right do you possess... to speak to me! By attacking the Red Stone Mission, your doom is sealed."

Edgeworth took ragged breaths, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Mu Fan.

However, the gaze of the gray-haired young man remained utterly unfazed. His eyes briefly swept across Kemmler and Edgeworth's faces before settling directly on a corner of the tent, where a young girl sat, sobbing, her face streaked with tears, yet a faint smile gracing her lips.

"S... Sir, you are no longer angry with Nuonuo, are you?" Tears like beads rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground.

The girl's timid and soft voice, as if fearing that speaking any louder would shatter the dream unfolding before her, carried a pitiable sorrow that tugged at the heartstrings.

In an instant, all shocked and bewildered gazes turned simultaneously towards the girl.

It appeared the White Armor Tribe's Goddess knew this man.

Alva, who resembled a child of the sun, felt a sharp pang in his heart at that moment.

He stared at Mu Fan with hostility, grinding his teeth.

Yet, his profound affection prevented him from speaking or acting in that instant.

He, who aspired to be the Star Child, ought to possess the most magnanimous heart, and should not stoop to disrupt such a beautiful vision.

The soft, hesitant voice struck his heart like an arrow, and for the first time, Mu Fan's body visibly trembled.

His lips quivered as he shook his head, then strode forward with large steps.

"Nu... Nuonuo, I am sorry..."

For the first time, Mu Fan's voice wavered, his heart, once as strong as steel, now throbbed with pain.

He could not fathom how Nuonuo had endured those past days.

At that very moment, the girl finally let out a cry, all her psychological defenses crumbling as she surged towards the figure she had longed for countless times.

Mu Fan displayed a pure smile, his arms opening wide, and he tightly embraced the delicate form amidst the gaze of hundreds of eyes, both within and outside the tent.

A faint, feminine fragrance wafted to his nose.

Mu Fan grinned silently, allowing the girl's tears to drench his chest.

"Nuonuo, we are home now."

"Wuuu..." The girl nodded fervently, having shed all pretense and defenses.

The reassuring embrace of his chest finally felt truly real to her.

Finally, those strong arms held her tightly once more.

This is not a dream.

It truly isn't a dream!

...

Isaiah wore an expression of utter shock.

Alva stood frozen, his mind completely blank.

Even those who had rushed to the tent's entrance, like Lance, stood with their mouths agape in astonishment.

Witnessing the scene through the torn tent flap, the young Enoch stood rigidly, forgetting to even let go as his Aunt took his father's hand, still clutching his dad's sleeve with a tight grip.

Members from both the Red Stone Tribe and the Black Water Tribe exchanged surprised glances uniformly.

[That young man is actually the sweetheart of the White Armor Tribe’s Goddess?]

If that’s the case, then the earlier… actions…

Every member of the Red Stone Mission looked up again, their faces filled with astonishment.

[He’s standing up for the Goddess!]

"So the so-called Goddess has an old lover, hmm?" A sinister laugh echoed as Edgeworth’s seemingly frail body began to grow taller and stronger. "In that case, you certainly don’t deserve those wedding gifts."

With a violent rip, he tore off his face!

The long beard and wrinkled skin were ripped away, revealing a cold countenance marred by crisscrossing scars.

Only his eyes remained unchanged.

Edgeworth’s appearance morphed from that of a seventy-year-old elder into a man of about forty!

His hunched posture straightened, his height surging from less than 170 cm to nearly 190 cm before it finally ceased.

At this juncture, Edgeworth had completely shed his feeble facade.

This dramatic transformation caused Isaiah and the others’ pupils to constrict sharply.

However, the members of the Red Stone Tribe and the Black Water Tribe remained unperturbed, clearly having been aware of Edgeworth’s deception all along!

For he was not the Red Stone Tribe’s diplomatic Fourth Elder Edgeworth, but rather his seldom-seen second son—

The Master of Disguise, Edgewood.

...

Yet, Mu Fan’s gaze remained fixed forward, not even glancing sideways.

He continued to hold the girl’s delicate, boneless frame close, lowered his head, and spoke softly, "Wait for me just a moment."

"Mhm."

The girl raised her face, attempting a smile, and nodded vigorously as Mu Fan gently wiped away her tears with his fingers.

A grin touched Mu Fan’s lips as he softly released the girl from his embrace.

First, he turned to Isaiah, who, despite his robust, lion-like appearance, was breathing weakly. Mu Fan gave a slight nod. "Thank you for looking after Nuonuo these past few days, Clan Leader."

Isaiah inclined his head subtly, acknowledging Mu Fan’s gesture of goodwill, but offered no reply.

Subsequently, Mu Fan turned around before everyone’s watchful eyes, his expression calm and indifferent as he gazed at the pair from the mission, a sinister crimson glare flashing deep within his pupils.

"Next, let’s address the first matter."

"Which is, learn to keep quiet when I am speaking."

His gentle voice resonated, yet it struck like a thunderclap.