Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1573 - 89: Dodge?

THUD.

Mu Fan descended with practiced ease, his gaze fixed resolutely on Edgewood.

"Kemmler... is deceased?"

A wave of disbelief rippled through the remaining delegation, followed by collective gasps as the incredulous question hung in the air.

The foremost warrior of the Black Water Clan, Kemmler, renowned for his unparalleled Fighting Skills, had been decisively slain with that very Short Stick, right before their eyes!

This event, akin to a Meteor Fall, delivered a devastating blow that utterly shattered the psychological fortitude of both the Red Stone and Black Water delegations.

Kemmler's demise also served as the undeniable catalyst, officially escalating the ongoing conflict.

Yet, observing the robust laughter erupting from White Armor Clan Leader Isaiah, a chilling premonition of doom began to descend upon the delegation, their spirits plummeting without end.

This formidable warrior of the White Armor Clan appeared utterly resolved to sever all ties with the two prominent tribes.

"Isaiah, we did not intervene!" some members of the delegation retorted, their countenances contorted with distress.

"Nevertheless, your joint arrival here is undeniable," Isaiah replied with a broad smile, gesturing casually as his White Armor warriors, brandishing their axes, advanced with menacing grins, encircling the main tent.

"Alva, this task falls to you." Isaiah clapped the shoulder of the tall young man standing beside him before departing with a hearty laugh, exclaiming, "What exhilaration, truly exhilarating."

From the moment of his arrival, Kemmler had harbored sinister intentions, and now, his schemes had backfired spectacularly.

Even if his grievous injuries were exposed, what consequence would that hold?

Could he possibly achieve escape?

As Isaiah's laughter echoed, the wound he bore on his body reopened, blood beginning to seep out. Undeterred, he cast his gaze towards the unfolding chaos, his heart swelling with a potent surge of emotion.

...

With each advancing step taken by Mu Fan, Edgewood involuntarily staggered backward.

Abruptly, Edgewood spun around, breaking into a frantic run. He swiftly drew a horn from his belt, brought it to his lips, and blew. The resonant blast of the horn, imbued with a peculiar vibrational quality, rapidly propagated into the distance.

Woo~ woo~

The surviving soldiers of the Red Stone Clan, displaying a startling lack of fear in the face of death, charged forward with ferocity.

The Udan Spearmen advanced in unison, their synchronized movement causing the very ground to tremble violently. More than ten spears shot forth from their hands, instantly creating a deadly barrage aimed at Mu Fan.

High above in the distant, dim night sky, a multitude of sparrows took flight in panicked disarray.

It was evident that the sound of Edgewood's horn had instigated some form of disturbance.

Mu Fan's eyes swept left and right with icy intensity, maintaining a forward-leaning stance, poised for an imminent charge. The six strands of Qi braids cascading down his back silently began to unravel.

Then, before the astonished eyes of all present, Mu Fan's form seemed to dissolve into the very air, carried away on the wind.

Buzz.

A subtle vibration permeated the atmosphere.

Simultaneously, the sixteen spears suspended in mid-air momentarily halted their flight before hurtling back with astonishing speed, retracing their original trajectories in the blink of an eye.

THUD... thud thud thud thud!

An overlapping chorus of impacts, as over a dozen spears struck the ground.

Illuminated by the flickering fire torches, the surrounding onlookers stared in stunned bewilderment.

A contorted silhouette materialized behind the Udan Spearmen, coalescing into a figure of dark gold.

A fluctuating emerald luminescence shimmered across its armor, radiating a brilliant glow.

At this juncture, the entire eighty-member Guard Team had been utterly annihilated.

The White-armored Warriors, who had braced themselves for a brutal engagement, stepped forward in a state of daze, withdrawing their Flying Axes from the fallen bodies.

However, Mu Fan, responsible for the decisive blow, did not even cast a backward glance, nor did he falter in his stride. Beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, he continued his slow, deliberate advance.

At the farthest edge of his perception, Edgewood had already vanished into the sprawling grassland.

RUMBLE!

Just then, a resounding tremor began to reverberate through the ground, growing steadily closer.

Approximately twenty meters ahead, a colossal shadow abruptly materialized at the far extremity of Mu Fan's field of vision.

Large swathes of grass collapsed under its immense presence.

The vague outline of the shadow, upon rough estimation, suggested a height exceeding fifteen meters!

MOO~!

A powerful, thunderous roar erupted into the night sky.

Alva, who had just sent a Red Stone Clan envoy flying with a forceful kick, snapped his head around and shouted, "Avoid a direct confrontation! That is a Rock Armor Rhinoceros from the Red Stone Clan!"

Under the faint luminescence cast by the two curved moons above, the imposing form of the rhinoceros became clearly visible to all present moments later.

Its gargantuan horn, elegantly curved, gleamed with a distinct metallic sheen.

Its eyes, each larger than a human head, burned with a malevolent, blood-red intensity.

The colossal beast cast its gaze downwards, its pupils reflecting the distinct figure striding dozens of meters ahead.

The rhinoceros abruptly lowered its massive head, its horn leveling forward, and charged with the unstoppable force of a super-heavy tank.

In its path, everything in existence, from rocks and shrubs to fallen bodies, was utterly devastated.

Furthermore, an additional seven shadows of comparable size began to materialize in the distance.

This was the trump card Edgewood had prepared for an ambush.

Under the command of the Red Stone horn, these colossal war beasts, like the Rock Armor Rhinoceros, were poised to shatter the White Armor Tribe's hastily assembled formation.

Even Alva, despite his strength, would find it impossible to rally his people and halt such a swift and powerful rhinoceros charge.

The Rock Armor Rhinoceros of the Red Stone Clan were far from being a simple, mindless horde.

Edgewood, with his fox-like cunning, had feigned peace talks only to launch a surprise assault at the opportune moment!

However, all his meticulous plans were completely thrown into disarray by Mu Fan's unexpected arrival.

"Haha... Hahaha!"

Edgewood erupted in wild laughter, suddenly leaping into the air as a massive eagle, its wingspan stretching nearly five meters, swooped down to catch him.

Witnessing this, everyone watched as Edgewood somersaulted through the air, making his escape into the sky while roaring with laughter.

The eagle circled with increasing speed, carrying Edgewood away from any potential threat from the White Armor Tribe's Flying Axes. Yet, he deliberately held back from deploying them.

His true desire was to witness that infuriating fellow being reduced to a bloody pulp by the charging Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceros.

Yet, as he glanced back, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the sixteen Udan Spearman corpses, impaled askew upon the ground behind Mu Fan.

Huh!?

Why were all his subordinates in the exact same death pose?

The Udan Spearman, impaled by their own weapons?

What exactly transpired while he was making his retreat?

Regrettably, there was no longer sufficient time for him to investigate or comprehend the unfolding situation, as the charging rhinoceros were already on the verge of colliding with Mu Fan!

Edgewood momentarily dismissed his accumulating questions, a savage gleam igniting in his pupils, his face flushed with fervent excitement.

At last, he would be able to avenge the profound humiliation of that boot.

"Why aren't you dodging!"

His unrestrained laughter boomed and echoed across the expanse of the air.

Still, Edgewood did not observe the scene of escape he had so vividly imagined for his adversary.

His opponent simply tilted his head upward, casting a single glance in his direction.

Those eyes, emanating a faint green glow, held an air of detached indifference, entirely devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Dodge?"

A solitary word, tinged with a subtle query, carried clearly for a hundred meters.

To the ears of everyone present, Edgewood included, the same word resonated.

Mu Fan finally ceased his movement, his right foot advancing while his left foot pressed back into the ground, his entire being poised for a forward thrust, the Short Stick in his left hand held aloft!

Alva, who had been shouting instructions, abruptly fell silent.

Edgewood, mid-laughter, also froze in place.