Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1581 - 97: You Know Nothing About Power

A faint emerald luminescence began to emanate from both ends of the dark gold short staff. It did not, however, expand into the familiar, dramatic double moon blades as before. Instead, only a few inches of shimmering green light appeared, making it particularly striking against the dark canvas of the night.

"Did you damage my shield and war axe?" Alva boomed, his powerful aura radiating disbelief as if he had just heard the most preposterous joke.

"My Bone Gold battle shield cannot be pierced even by the mightiest star beasts; you truly understand nothing of the White Armor Clan's power!"

"Hahahaha."

Alva's hearty laughter was echoed by the surrounding crowd, who found his statement utterly convincing. They knew Alva wasn't exaggerating in the slightest.

Bone Gold, renowned as the hardest and most miraculous of materials, served as the White Armor Tribe's greatest reliance. It was this material that enabled them to maintain their stronghold in such a critical location with only a thousand warriors.

Since the inception of weapons crafted from Bone Gold, none had ever been destroyed.

Observing the reactions of those around him, Nuonuo’s hands unconsciously began to wring together. As an heir to Loki Heavy Industry, she had been immersed in the study of various smelting materials from a young age, possessing an innate sensitivity to exceptional raw resources.

Her prior combat experiences had already revealed the extraordinary resilience of the White Armor Clan's weaponry, particularly those wielded by elite warriors like Isaiah and Alva.

From their initial encounters, she recognized that this material far surpassed the steel alloys commonly found in the Federation, excelling in lightness, toughness, hardness, strength, and numerous other aspects.

It was a substance that seemed to bridge the gap between the preciousness of gold and the resilience of bone.

Even after her time with them, she remained uncertain about the precise methods used to forge these weapons, only knowing that the White-armored Warriors treasured their arms even more than their own lives.

When these warriors fell in battle against the beast tide, their weapons were invariably recovered, hinting at a deeply guarded tribal secret.

However, as she was not part of the combat personnel, she had never gained access to this knowledge. Therefore, she couldn't help but feel a surge of concern regarding the escalating conflict.

Her fear wasn't of Mu Fan being defeated, but rather of the duel spiraling out of control.

"Sir..."

Nuonuo's gaze was filled with anxiety as she blurted out his name.

Mu Fan gently inclined his head, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he offered a slight nod. Seeing this exchange, Alva, already incensed, felt a searing pain, as if a heavy blade had pierced his heart, nearly suffocating him.

"What, did Miss Nuonuo plead for you?"

"No, she's worried I might not hold back."

Mu Fan's concise and potent reply caused both Lance and the onlookers to gasp in astonishment. His response was simply... utterly disarming.

With a thunderous crash, Alva launched himself skyward like a cannonball, reaching a height of ten meters. His war axe changed trajectory, its broad back swinging down with immense force. The sheer ferocity of the momentum caused Mu Fan's pupils to constrict, yet at that critical moment, he sharply withdrew his arm.

Countless specks of ghostly green light materialized before him. This was the Redemption Second Stage – Thousand Fierce Rain!

At this instant, the scattered light dots coalesced into spectral energy, imbued with terrifying destructive power. Mu Fan surged forward to meet Alva’s descent.

The two figures clashed once more. Like a meteor impacting the earth, a cascade of dazzling sparks erupted outwards in waves. Mu Fan's body was driven halfway into the ground.

A cold smile bloomed on his face. Despite encountering immense resistance from that bizarre shield, which diminished the spectral energy to a mere tenth of its original power, this confrontation vividly affirmed to Mu Fan that the spectral energy’s restraining capability remained potent!

Alva frowned, his gaze fixed on the shield, now covered in minuscule pits. These marks slowly began to mend, but the damage was a deeply troubling omen.

When the dark gold short staff in his opponent's hand began to glow with green spectral light, the attack's intensity had unexpectedly multiplied several times over. His eyes briefly flickered towards the slightly reddened, concave area on the shield's reverse side, and a new strategy began to form in Alva's mind.

"Again."

Mu Fan charged like a tempest, his dark gold short staff whirling like a drill, striking the shield head-on. However, before he could feel the sensation of breaching the barrier, the shield's surface suddenly blazed with light.

A premonition of danger washed over him. The very air surrounding the point of contact between the spectral energy staff and the shield warped momentarily. A violent kinetic energy rebounded instantly from the shield's face.

This kinetic force far exceeded Mu Fan's expectations. It felt as though dozens of Alvas were simultaneously assaulting him. His entire body was sent hurtling backward instantly.

"Hahahaha!" Alva roared with laughter, finally unleashing his pent-up emotions. What was this peculiar phenomenon? A kinetic reflection?

Caught completely off guard, the fallen Mu Fan scrambled back to his feet from the soil. The internal message flashed: [Directly attacking the opponent's shield is not feasible; devise a method for physical engagement.]

Mu Fan instantly formulated a new plan. But the opponent's physical might...

The preliminary estimations were far beyond level 29, infinitely close to Ruan Xiongfei’s own prowess!

Without activating his Six Forms state, he would be utterly pulverized. The adversary’s neural response speed and sheer power were fully capable of matching his own explosive bursts. Only by donning the Dragon Rider War Armor, leveraging its comprehensive enhancements to both strength and speed, could Mu Fan guarantee a path to victory.

However, his personal pride forbade him from relying on the Dragon Rider in this direct contest of strength. Mu Fan observed Alva’s intricate, crisscrossing movement patterns, his eyes narrowing slightly. If that was the case, then leveling the playing field was in order. He wouldn’t resort to fully activating the ghostly light scythe blade to cleave his opponent!

Ghost energy surged anew from his core. At this precise moment, it permeated Mu Fan’s ears, nose, mouth, and eyes. The flickering, ghostly green within his pupils lent him the ferocity of a wolf. His five senses were now fully enhanced! In this instant, Mu Fan could perceive the gentle caress of airflow against his skin and the minute sway of his fine hairs.

Alva’s movements remained as distinct in his sight as before, yet Mu Fan felt an uncanny ability to anticipate his opponent’s next action!

"Again," Mu Fan declared.

Alva’s lips curled into a grin, his entire being hurtling forward like a celestial deity. The curved back of his axe slammed toward Mu Fan’s right flank, intending to shatter Mu Fan’s weapon. But at that critical juncture, Mu Fan light-footedly stepped half a pace forward to the right, twisting his body. The concealed short stick erupted with force, striking out instantly!

Clink. Alva felt an intense, nausea-inducing discomfort. Just as the back of his axe twitched to alter its trajectory, it was suddenly struck by the short stick, which moved with high-frequency speed and unpredictable direction at the axe’s haft. The point of impact by the short stick precisely disrupted his exertion! Consequently, his arm, which was in mid-swing, was instantaneously halted. His entire body tumbled like a falling missile, his face ashen.

At this moment, Mu Fan, with a fluid posture, lightly rolled his shoulders, a subtle smile gracing his lips. Six Forms – Cutting. Against opponents who relied on brute strength bursts without sophisticated combat techniques, Six Forms – Cutting was practically an indispensable skill. Alva’s eyes blazed with fury as he readjusted and charged once more.

Clink. Boom! Under the astonished gaze of the assembled tribe, Alva’s right leg, which he had just kicked out, hadn’t fully extended when a fleeting shadow struck it. It twisted him around, sent him flying, and resulted in a heavy landing. The scene was akin to… a mighty tiger ensnared by chains?