Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1570 - 86: Who Do You Think You Are?

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Edgewood’s countenance flushed crimson, utterly shamed by the insolent youngster. He felt utterly mortified to be told to shut up. Who did this kid think he was? But as he prepared to retort, an intense, primal murderous intent washed over him, prickling his scalp like never before. His eyes narrowed, and his body instinctively recoiled.

A sound, akin to a colossal drumbeat, reverberated powerfully within the tent, as if the very heart of an ancient Star Beast had thundered within its chest. Boom.

To all present, the sound echoed like the rhythmic hammering of iron against steel. Isaiah, Alva, and Kemmler’s pupils contracted sharply in unison. For in that very instant, they witnessed the ground beneath the white-haired youth erupt into dozens of jagged cracks. The figure, which had stood serenely moments before, now blurred into a streak of afterimages!

The very next second, a static image materialized where Edgewood had just stood. A controlled crouch, a dynamic leap, an explosive bound. These three movements manifested as three fleeting apparitions in the air. His right leg, forged like tempered steel, lashed out with the force of an artillery cannon. Crack!

Edgewood, who had instinctively crossed his arms to defend, widened his eyes in sheer disbelief and fury. The incoming assault’s speed had instantly tripled, propelling him through the tent’s fabric like a projectile, a good ten meters away. Boom!

Outside, the onlookers heard a resounding crash. A massive, dark silhouette suddenly burst from the side of the Star Tent, careening into a nearby colossal rock. With a deafening boom, the rock exploded into a plume of fine dust.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Before the rising smoke obscured the scene, a heavy metallic impact echoed from within the tent. Boom! A wave of compressed air radiated outwards once more. Exclamations of astonishment erupted uncontrollably from the gathered onlookers.

Mu Fan, having just landed from his aerial trajectory, stood motionless in the distance, a formidable black vine stick now resting casually on his shoulder, appearing as if from nowhere. The vine stick had utterly obliterated the Combat Uniform covering his shoulder. The ground beneath Mu Fan’s boots had visibly fractured under the immense pressure. Yet, the calamitous shoulder-shattering outcome Kemmler had envisioned did not materialize. He merely felt an almost unbearable vibration coursing through his palm from the vine stick’s impact.

The black vine stick had struck not flesh, but solid steel! The sheer shock of this revelation momentarily eclipsed any concern for Edgewood, who had been unceremoniously ejected from the tent. However, Kemmler, the preeminent expert of the Black Water Clan, reacted with lightning speed. With a subtle twist of his wrist, the vine stick transitioned from a downward smash to a vicious horizontal sweep, aiming for Mu Fan’s head. He could scarcely conceive that the man’s cranium would possess equal resilience! This devastating maneuver had become a lethal finishing blow!

The peril manifesting in that instant transcended all expectations. But the young man, now kneeling on one knee, suddenly pivoted, raising his arms vertically. The sweeping long stick connected squarely with his forearms, eliciting another muffled thud. Trails spanning over two meters long were gouged into the ground as Mu Fan slid sideways, his arms held in rigid defense. All sound abruptly ceased. Even Kemmler halted his relentless assault. The scene was simply too astounding.

"He blocked Elder Kemmler’s strike… with his bare arms and shoulder…" The assembled members of the Black Stone Clan stammered in disbelief. That was the legendary black vine stick, capable of shattering solid rock! Yet, the target merely flexed his arm and… stood up with effortless grace! The astonishing defensive prowess conferred by the Six Forms of Steel left even Isaiah and Alva frozen in place.

Deep within Mu Fan’s pupils, a crimson hue intensified. This truly was… his domain! A world governed by the iron law of the jungle, where strength reigned supreme… Mu Fan’s lips curled into a cruel, predatory smile.

Outside the tent, a short, powerfully built figure launched himself from the ground like a cannonball, thrusting his hands forward with immense force. "Brother Mu, catch!" An afterimage sliced through the air. It was a spinning Dark Gold Short Stick. Little Enoch, without a moment’s hesitation, hurled Mu Fan’s weapon.

The preceding events had filled him with such triumphant excitement that he felt he might spontaneously combust. The elder from the Red Stone Clan had been summarily dispatched like a stray dog. The sheer impact of that spectacle nearly made Enoch’s chest explode. He felt exhilarated to the point of bursting. Yes, that’s how it should be done! Ruthlessly crush those Red Stone Clan scoundrels! And as Enoch reveled in his thrill, he witnessed the Black Water Clan’s vine stick smash into Brother Mu’s very body. Enoch erupted in fury, indignant at the use of a weapon against an unarmed combatant! Thus, he resolved to return the weapon to Brother Mu.

…Kemmler’s eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flashing within them. His hand swiftly swung the long stick in a ferocious sweep. He intended to shatter the incoming short stick. Even if accused of shamelessness, it mattered not. A warrior of the Black Water Clan was as elusive and deadly as a snake! However, in that critical instant, an icy voice, laced with boundless brutality, resonated through the tent: "Can you… stop it?"

Mu Fan's right arm suddenly shot out, his five fingers spreading wide as he yanked back with considerable force...

What was this?

Kemmler's gaze, initially filled with cold certainty, was now wide with astonishment.

From his perspective, the flying short stick that had been spinning rapidly unexpectedly altered its course. It dodged the black vine stick just as it was about to make contact, tracing an unusual arc through the air.

A faint noise registered behind everyone.

Kemmler lunged forward, only to find the white-haired young man gripping the short stick in reverse.

Buzz~

A light thrum vibrated the eardrum.

The Dark Gold Short Stick vanished into Mu Fan's palm in an instant, then plunged downwards with a powerful leap.

The tide of offense and defense turned in a heartbeat.

Kemmler retreated, his Long Stick meeting the incoming assault.

Boom!

As the dust settled, jaws dropped all around, wide enough to swallow an apple.

They witnessed Kemmler half-kneeling on the ground, the earth around his knee forming a spiderweb of cracks extending three meters out.

His dusky complexion turned ashen, like tarnished gold.

The black vine stick he had raised high...

Felt strangely bowed.

This was the black vine stick, capable of shattering Star Beast bones and pulverizing massive rocks!

"So resilient," Kemmler muttered.

Instinctively, he turned towards the source of the voice. But in that very second, a foot slammed through the air, hurtling towards him.

Boom!

The Fish Skin Armor adorning Kemmler's chest disintegrated instantly. He was sent hurtling out of the tent like a discarded sandbag, crashing down into the smoke-enshrouded area where Edgewood had fallen.

Mu Fan lowered the hand that held the short stick, turning his head to glare menacingly at the collapsed opening of the tent. Dozens of Mission Guards, their eyes glowing red, met his gaze.

Their murderous intent and ferocity were now fully unleashed.

But, so what?

Mu Fan slowly drew forth a phantom blue heart from behind him, pressing it into his chest amidst countless shocked stares.

As the Dark Gold War Armor rapidly materialized around him, a voice as cold as ice echoed:

"Let's address the second matter."

"Even I wouldn't dare to act presumptuously towards her... who do you think you are?"

The Dragon Rider War Armor, exuding elegance and nobility, solidified instantly as Mu Fan boldly stepped forth, confronting the eighty men assembled outside the tent.