Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1580 - 96: Strange Weapons

Following the initial impact in the arena, a hush fell over the crowd before erupting into a loud clamor.

"Excellent!"

"Alva's power is truly immense."

"This is so thrilling!"

The spectators roared with cheers as they watched Mu Fan being sent flying back immediately.

It was evident they were supporting the victor.

Naturally, Alva, who was already revered like a War God by the White Armor Tribe, garnered even more adoration.

However, Mu Fan, due to his previous aggressive entry fee strategy and the moniker "Brother Mu," had also cultivated a small, devoted fanbase.

Among them, Lance and his companions watched with eager eyes, and the chubby youngster Enock was already leaping and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go, Brother Mu!"

"Go, Brother Mu!"

Philia and Keya, initially showing a flicker of uncertainty, cast their reservations aside and joined the chorus, their voices rising with the White Armor Clan children.

Their teacher had spoken of Brother Mu as a great hero.

The wave of cheers and encouragement washed over Mu Fan, flooding his senses.

His narrowed gaze fixed upon the shield affixed to Alva's left arm.

With his extraordinary vision, the intricate patterns of the bone texture on the shield's surface were strikingly clear.

Yet, simultaneously, it was adorned with scattered specks of black and gold...

These specks gleamed with a metallic sheen under the combined light of torches and starlight.

Could this seemingly ordinary shield truly have halted my attack?

Furthermore, the impact I just delivered was actually being repelled.

"Again!!"

Alva's booming voice echoed beneath the starry expanse, his imposing aura overwhelming at that moment.

His cry resonated within Mu Fan, finally igniting his own combat spirit.

A slight grin spread across Mu Fan's face.

How long had it been since he encountered an opponent who compelled him to fight with his utmost effort?

With a subtle pivot of his foot, Mu Fan adjusted his stance, crouching low like a hunting cheetah, his eyes fixed coldly ahead.

He casually lifted and drew back his left arm.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as an icy aura surged from his core into his palm.

Buzz~

Accompanied by a soft humming vibration, the dark gold short staff in Mu Fan's grasp began to spin with incredible speed, transforming into a mere blur.

"Then I shall not hold back."

"Hahaha, Alva's battles never require politeness!"

The sturdy young man charged forward, his shield held resolutely.

From the depths of that powerful, thudding heart, a chilling aura that had been concealed within began to surge outward uncontrollably, coursing through his veins and into his legs.

Mu Fan’s heartbeat intensified with each passing moment.

From the front, Alva’s booming voice echoed, "Do you finally grasp how absurd your notions are! Do you still believe yourself to be invincible right now?"

"I, Alva, the Child of the Starry Sky! Will make you comprehend what… power truly is!"

Adopting a solid bow stance, Alva’s entire physique radiated well-defined musculature. He forcefully stomped his right foot, at last unsheathing his battle axe.

After successfully repelling two assaults, he had shown this visitor from afar ample respect.

Now, he would unleash the signature attack of the Child of the Starry Sky to bring this fellow down.

With such might, do you even harbor thoughts of protecting Miss Nuonuo!

Fueled by his righteous indignation, Alva unleashed an astonishing surge of momentum, bellowing like a ferocious tiger as he charged forward.

Concurrently, a palpable wave emanated from Mu Fan’s thighs, rapidly disseminating towards his feet.

Six Forms · Charging Step!

"Just observe and you shall see!"

Mu Fan responded with a deep affirmation.

The ground beneath his feet erupted in a cloud of dust, akin to the shockwave generated by artillery shells, and his entire form instantaneously vanished from the onlookers' view.

No, to be more precise, his speed had abruptly doubled, leaving only a few rapidly flickering afterimages imprinted on the audience's retinas.

"His speed…" Lance, at this juncture, gaped in utter amazement.

Boom!

A brilliant burst of sparks erupted.

The resounding echo of a forceful collision resounded.

Two figures were hurled backward simultaneously, impacting the ground with heavy thuds.

"…So swift…" Lance’s subsequent words came out with a slight delay.

Mu Fan’s gaze swiftly darted across his adversary’s axe blade.

That incandescent, branding iron-like red hue still flared.

Moments ago, he had once again experienced that formidable strength.

The bone-like, metallic war axe and shield possessed the capability to completely absorb the kinetic energy generated during his charge!

"The White-armored Warriors stand as the preeminent combatants on this vast grassland; don your armor, presumptuous guest!"

Beads of perspiration began to bead on Alva’s robust physique.

The confrontation had escalated to a fever pitch.

"There is no need."

"However, you had best not harbor sorrow should your equipment sustain damage."

Mu Fan offered a slight, knowing smile.

Buzz...

Another soft sound, like the slicing of air, was perceived.

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PS: I’ve been immersed in consecutive workdays for over a fortnight, with nearly a week of overtime… Friends in Jinan employed in state-owned enterprises or institutions might be aware of the recent undisclosed filming schedule… The exhaustion from this overtime is so profound that I nearly fall asleep while sitting at my desk, tears welling in my eyes.