Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1572 - 88: Is That All You Have to Say for Your Last Words?

Concealed and disguised amongst the mission warriors, Cregaven was—without exaggeration—the most beloved youngest son of the Red Stone Clan’s Second Elder! His standing within the Red Stone Clan was at least a full level above what mine could be. Now, Edgewood could only stand there, utterly stunned, gazing at the corpse that could not find peace.

"You actually killed Cregaven!" Edgewood's eyes turned blood-red, his aura in that moment a chaotic mess bordering on madness.

"So what if I killed him." Mu Fan casually flicked his hand, his gaze remaining calm as he surveyed the scene. The chilling voice emanating from beneath his face armor echoed, "Let's... resume our discussion."

Edgewood's entire body began to shake. He abruptly lifted his head and bellowed, "Red Stone Clan Guards, kill him for me!"

"Black Water Clan Guard, carry out the order together!" Kemmler shakily rose, his breath infused with intense murderous intent.

Buzz!

A barrage of crossbow bolts and bone spears instantly shot forth. The Vine Stick Warriors of the Black Water Clan, brandishing their vine sticks, charged forward like wild beasts.

But at that precise moment, a sound akin to a lion's roar erupted from behind Mu Fan.

"White Armor—throw the axes!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

A sharp whistling pierced the air from behind, originating from above. Just as Mu Fan continued his indifferent advance, hundreds of flying axes whizzed through the air, ferociously cleaving into the mission warriors. These axes carried immense force; upon impact, they split human bodies as easily as a colossal blade might decapitate. In a mere instant, the guardian group, numbering almost eighty, was reduced to a third of its original strength. Blood stained the surroundings.

Both Edgewood and Kemmler stared towards the Starry Tent, their expressions a mixture of shock and fury. At that moment, Isaiah, the Clan Leader of the White Armor Clan, stood outside the tent, gripping his White Bone Heavy Hammer, a fierce grin plastered on his face.

"How could my White Armor Warriors allow their friends to fight alone?"

"Since you are discussing the second round, go ahead and discuss it thoroughly! Hahahaha!" Isaiah let out a hearty laugh, utterly unconcerned that his wounds split open, spilling a significant amount of blood. It was too exhilarating. They had actually slain the second elder's son from the Red Stone Clan right there. This act thrilled him from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. Only in this manner could they inflict genuine pain upon the cursed Red Stone Clan.

Following the unexpected assassination in the first round by the White Armor Clan, the majority of those fallen were the unprepared Red Stone Clan crossbowmen and Udan spearmen. Yet, most of the Black Water Clan's Vine Stick Warriors, utilizing the long sticks in their hands, had managed to peculiarly parry and deflect the flying axes. The remaining twenty Vine Stick Warriors, clad in fish-skin armor, continued their charge towards Mu Fan.

Mu Fan's gaze shifted from the two elders to those now before him, his posture resolute. His right arm snapped back, and the ends of the Dark Gold Short Stick suddenly expanded, emitting a three-centimeter green glow, resembling a sharp cone. As the short stick blurred momentarily, a series of seemingly floating, immobile ghostly green raindrops materialized before Mu Fan.

Redemption Second Stage—Thousand Fierce Rain!

Mu Fan faced the charging Black Water Stick Hands, his arm pulled back to its limit like a taut crossbow, then suddenly thrust forward! His figure, along with his arm, vanished instantly.

Swoosh!

In a flash, thousands of raindrops coalesced into a terrifying tempest, roaring through the advancing group. Ten meters ahead. A line of unswerving afterimages solidified as Mu Fan slowly lifted his head, maintaining his one-armed forward pose. Behind him, twenty-one figures clad in vine armor, holding their vine sticks, froze simultaneously in place. Some were mid-stride, others had bent knees as if about to leap the next second, and some had just landed, releasing their momentum... As bewilderment settled in their eyes, their life force receded like an ebbing tide.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Within a single breath, the heads of all twenty-one Black Water Stick Hands exploded, and all twenty-one battered corpses tumbled desolately to the ground. Isaiah, who had been poised to offer further assistance, could no longer conceal the astonishment in his eyes. Just now, in that fleeting instant... he hadn't seen it clearly at all!

"Alva, did you see clearly?" Isaiah asked his companion, his voice laced with shock. The sturdy-looking young man cautiously shook his head. "Couldn't capture it."

"Ever since that armor appeared, his trajectory of power has completely changed; the force generated and its environmental feedback simply do not align," Alva stated, complex emotions difficult to articulate swirling within him at that moment.

Ever since that young man made his entrance, an immense pressure emanated from him, affecting everyone present. Now, even he himself couldn't clearly recall the rapid process of breaching the formation just moments ago.

The initial unbridled, brute-force dominance had vanished.

He had transformed, evolving from a mere savage combatant into a master strategist wielding exquisite martial arts.

This evolution made him feel an even greater sense of dread.

The sensation of precious items being forcefully pilfered from one's grasp caused his chest to constrict with unease.

However, beside Wang Nuonuo, the young Enoch suddenly exclaimed with pure excitement.

"Yes... it's this precise sequence again!"

"Just this exact moment!"

That very scene, which had pulled him back from the precipice of death when he was in despair, was manifesting once more.

The sublime harmony of power and technique sent young Enoch into a state of overwhelming exhilaration, bordering on ecstatic madness.

Upon the towering walls of the tribe, onlookers stood captivated, some leaning against the parapets, their gazes fixed on the spectacle.

At this juncture, their collective state of mind mirrored that of witnessing a genuine miracle.

Simply standing resolute, Kemmler was frozen like an unyielding boulder, his eyes rapidly turning bloodshot.

"My Black Water Clan swears a blood feud of eternal enmity upon you! You shall meet your doom!"

Boom!

At this critical instant, Kemmler unleashed his astonishing combat abilities to their fullest extent.

The Black Vine Stick was slammed forcefully into the ground, causing the earth within a three-meter radius to instantly fracture.

His entire being launched skyward like a crazed ape, soaring seven to eight meters high, the long stick whistling in a thunderous overhead smash.

Mu Fan held his short stick horizontally before his forehead.

Boom!

His feet instantly plunged nearly half a meter into the ground.

Then, under Kemmler's gaze, a mixture of shock and fury, they defiantly met eyes.

"Are those your final words?"

His voice chilling, Mu Fan abruptly retracted his arms. In less than a tenth of a second, he channeled double the accumulated force through his short stick for a devastating counter-strike.

A deep, resounding thud echoed.

Kemmler, gripping the Black Vine Stick, felt as though a rampaging elephant had collided with him. His body lost all control, sent hurtling towards the heavens amidst the deafening roar.

Mu Fan tilted his head, watching Kemmler, whom he had just blasted into the sky with a single blow. He took a half-step forward, bending one knee.

The ground beneath him rippled with faint waves of distorted air, and Mu Fan's figure instantly contorted and vanished.

Ten meters above, still ascending, Kemmler's eyes widened abruptly.

Because he witnessed the figure that filled him with terror actually appear directly overhead, simultaneously raising his short stick with both hands for a collision that seemed destined to shatter the earth!

Crack!

Along with the Black Vine Stick, Kemmler's spine was pulverized in one decisive strike.

His eyes bulged from their sockets as Kemmler was violently slammed into the ground like a cannonball, the impact earth-shattering.

—Boom!

A spray of blood mist erupted upon the ground.

The First Elder of the Black Water Clan, his body crushed to the point of near obliteration, was embedded directly into the unyielding earth, utterly silenced.

Across the vast, level expanse, all sound ceased in that moment; an profound silence descended.