Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1582 - 98: Beast Duel

With the incessant clang of metal, Alva’s every offensive maneuver proved futile. He was confident that if his attacks could connect, they would land true. Yet, each time he initiated a move, his adversary seemed to anticipate it, intercepting him precisely at the moment of exertion. This infuriating sensation pushed Alva to the brink of exploding.

"Ah!!!" Alva’s enraged cry echoed through the night. However, his roar was cut short mere moments later. Mu Fan had retracted his pointed short stick, once again nullifying his opponent’s attack. The frustration of possessing strength he couldn’t effectively wield left Alva feeling so suffocated he could have spat blood. His power and weaponry were rendered useless, leaving him like a trapped turtle, passively enduring blows.

After having his advances thwarted dozens of times, Alva finally stumbled back to his feet. He glared at Mu Fan, his chest heaving like a furious bull. His wild, untamed hair whipped around him, mirroring his tempestuous mood.

"Do you have the guts to fight me like a true man?" Amidst his furious exclamation, Alva dramatically cast aside his axe and shield before the stunned crowd. The bone-gold weapons clattered to the ground, discarded with utter contempt. A gentle night breeze tousled Alva’s hair, and the flickering torchlight illuminated his chiseled features, lending him the noble bearing of a sun god, marred only by the bloodshot intensity in his eyes.

"Fist against fist, foot against foot! Fight like a man, do you dare!?" A deep, guttural roar erupted from Alva’s chest, his anger reaching its zenith. Mu Fan’s gaze grew frigid upon hearing the challenge.

Buzz~ A subtle tremor ran through the air as the spinning short stick slowly came to a halt. Crouched low like a predatory wolf, Mu Fan let a faint smile grace his lips.

"Very well, I shall indulge you." He thrust his left hand downward. The short stick planted firmly into the ground, and spectral energy flowed back into his heart from his palm. Freed from the need for external support, the luminous, curved scythe blade reverted to its unassuming form: an intricately patterned, dark gold short stick. Mu Fan clapped his hands together, slowly rising to his full height, the veins on his musculature becoming more pronounced.

Mu Fan strode towards Alva, who was physically more imposing than him. His voice cut clearly through the wind, "Must I defeat you to earn your respect?"

"Heh. If you can defeat me, I will grant you my respect. But... there has never been anyone capable of defeating me, Alva, yet!" Alva’s eyes blazed with boundless battle spirit, reigniting the surging momentum within the arena.

"Roar!" "Go for it!" The surrounding cheers intensified, the faces of the White Armor Clan members flushed with fervent excitement. Fight! Fight! The innate warrior spirit embedded deep within their souls thrilled them, making their blood boil at the sight of such a primal display of combat.

"Brother Mu, fight hard! Teacher sister is waiting for you." The stout Enoch bellowed encouragement. Nuonuo’s face turned crimson; she glared at the chubby boy making faces before shyly averting her gaze to Mu Fan, nodding emphatically.

"Heh." Seeing Nuonuo’s encouraging look, Mu Fan chuckled, the aloofness that had cloaked him receding like the tide. Replacing it was... a tempestuous aura, rising like a ferocious beast.

"Hoo..." "Hoo..." Mu Fan’s chest heaved, his breaths echoing the visceral panting of a wild animal. He assumed a broad, powerful stance, his right fist drawn back like a taut bowstring, an audible tension emanating from his arm. In an instant, his footwork executed over seventeen precise shifts, culminating in a heavy, grounded step.

Boom———— A profound thud resonated in everyone’s eardrums, akin to the sound of a colossal elephant’s footfall. Then, before their astonished eyes, the earth beneath Mu Fan’s feet suddenly cratered. He launched himself forward, propelled like a cannonball firing horizontally. Mu Fan, despite his less robust physique, was the one to initiate the attack?

"Good!" Alva roared, a flicker of genuine excitement finally igniting in his pupils. His muscles bulged, gleaming with a stony luster under the firelight. To challenge Alva, the strongest of the White Armor Clan’s younger generation, in a contest of pure strength? This was the most audacious notion he had ever encountered.

Alva surged forward to meet Mu Fan, his movements fluid and swift like a leopard’s. His posture was graceful, utterly devoid of any sluggishness.

Six Forms·Steel! Six Forms·Charging Step! Combined Techniques———— Six Forms·Cannon Heavy Cannon! With blood surging through his veins, the compressed ghost energy flowed from his core, infusing his limbs. Leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake, Mu Fan abruptly halted his rapid advance. In the very next second, the ground inexplicably sank five centimeters, and Mu Fan’s speed instantly increased by fifty percent!

The two figures collided with a deafening impact. Boom! Like titanic boulders smashing together, the wind currents generated by their clash generated a shockwave, instantly forming a turbulent ring of air.

Mu Fan adopted a solid punching stance.

Alva's long hair whipped through the air as his right arm swung with the force of a massive log.

Both combatants were propelled backward, tearing deep trenches into the earth with their momentum.

"Yes, that's the feeling. If you wish to earn my respect, then show your strength to the White Armor people!"

Despite feeling as though he had struck a mountain, the immense counterforce caused Mu Fan's muscles to spasm briefly.

This level of power genuinely surprised Alva.

But...

The sensation acted like a potent stimulant, immediately sending Alva into a frenzy.

Boom!

They clashed once more.

Abruptly, Alva's right leg shot out just before his fist connected, sending Mu Fan hurtling back five meters!

"Again!"

Sensing a terrifying might almost on par with Ruan Xiongfei, Mu Fan felt no defeat; instead, his smile widened as he yelled out with exhilaration.

...

Stacking Skill, Six Forms: Impact Hammer.

Boom!

Alva attempted to block a punch with his arms but was sent airborne.

...

Boom!

Mu Fan was ejected from the swirling dust, resembling a discarded sandbag.

...

Clang!

A profound purple fist mark manifested upon Alva's shoulder blade.

Thump!

Having activated Six Forms: Steel, Mu Fan looked down towards his abdomen.

A sizable fist imprint was deeply etched onto his midsection.

The impact of that last punch had nearly nullified his ghost Qi.

However, the untamed ferocity coursing through Mu Fan's veins blazed like a consuming fire.

...

The resounding thuds of heavy punches and kicks continued to echo.

In this moment, the pair displayed a breathtaking, violent beauty.

Crack!

Mu Fan easily snapped a piece of rock wood that would normally require two hands to break.

Crack.

Alva's punch gouged a deep indentation into a slab of blue steel stone.

Their intense exchange persisted without respite.

The astonished gazes of the onlookers gradually turned vacant.

"Is... is that Alva?"

A burly man, standing two meters tall, murmured to himself.

Flanking him, over a dozen companions clutched their war axes tightly, rendered speechless.

Could the individual whose face was a tapestry of bruised blues and purples, and whose body bore numerous bloodstains, truly be Alva?