Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1583 - 99: I Spare You from Death

Was Alva, whose strength seemed boundless, actually so depleted that he required ten seconds to recuperate before launching another assault?

The young man opposite him, whose muscles were contorting...

Was he perhaps forged from steel?

Although grievously wounded with each clash, he would invariably rise almost instantly and charge forth once more.

It was as though he possessed no sensation of pain.

Could he be akin to a rhinoceros in human form?

Mu Fan, adorned with countless scars and with his mouth slick with blood, nevertheless concluded each offensive exchange with a resounding laugh directed towards the heavens.

The sound emanated with great volume, exuding sheer elation and an inspiring fervor.

It effortlessly drew observers into its infectious spirit.

That reverberating laughter embodied hope amidst profound adversity.

It served to invigorate those caught in dire straits.

Across this expansive world, it projected an immeasurable aura of valor.

...

Heartbeats quickened in a relentless rhythm until both combatants were violently expelled, finally collapsing onto the ground, utterly spent.

At this juncture, Enoch’s jaw hung agape; he gulped audibly, his gaze fixed upon the now-empty rock hourglass nearby.

This ferocious, head-on confrontation had endured for an entire Star Time?

Alva, who could single-handedly send a colossal bear airborne, now lay panting like a gasping fish?

And Brother Mu...

Merciful heavens!

Clunk.

Enoch’s jaw, nearly dislodged from its socket, snapped shut with a heavy click.

It was because he witnessed Brother Mu, despite appearing more battered than Alva, regaining his footing.

"Hey..."

The chilling Ghost Energy coursed through his being, dissolving the blockages within his blood vessels that were a consequence of his injuries.

"It appears... I am destined to triumph."

"I, Alva, have not yet yielded. If you possess the might, strike me down so I am unable to rise!"

Alva roared with laughter, defiantly sweeping his right thumb across his own chest.

Once!

Twice!

Thump... Thump...

Each percussive strike resonated like the thunderous beat of war drums.

Every impact sent visible undulations of muscle rippling from his chest throughout his entire physique.

Though seemingly overwhelmed by wounds, Alva’s imposing figure swelled with augmented strength.

"Ancestor’s Soul!"

"Alva has invoked the Ancestor’s Soul!"

In that moment, elite combatants from the White Armor Guard and the Wolf Armor Group could not suppress their astonished exclamations.

"This is the Martial Arts technique that Alva reserves exclusively for confronting the formidable Beast King."

"To have propelled Alva to such a desperate state speaks volumes of his opponent’s prowess. Alas... what a tragic turn of events."

As the hushed whispers of his comrades reached Lans and the others, they could only offer a heavy sigh.

The Ancestor’s Soul, a Combat Skill intrinsically tied to one’s bloodline, could only be unfettered by tribal champions who remained undefeated through a hundred battles.

It maximally amplified endurance, reflex speed, and muscular power output.

The steep cost, however, was immense strain imposed upon the heart and musculature.

Without question, this represented Alva’s ultimate trump card.

Mere half a month prior, during the chaotic Beast Tide, Alva had employed this very technique in conjunction with Clan Leader Isaiah to vanquish the terrifying Beast King.

And now, he was unleashing it once more.

This fact alone served as undeniable testament to Mu Fan’s formidable strength.

At this critical juncture, members of the White Armor Clan regarded Mu Fan with profound respect.

To compel the activation of Alva’s Ancestor’s Soul through unarmed combat was an feat previously unheard of.

Crunch, crunch...

Each deliberate stride upon the ground left behind deep, crushing impressions.

Whether yielding soil or unyielding rock, Alva’s feet pulverized it into dust!

Alva’s temples throbbed intensely; the veins snaking across his muscles bulged menacingly, resembling a colony of writhing worms.

He advanced, step by ponderous step, towards Mu Fan.

"To necessitate my invocation of the Ancestor’s Soul, your strength has undeniably earned my profound respect. The final triumph now looms near. Engrave this name into your memory – it is the one who defeats you..."

"I, the child of the Stars, Alva!"

With a resonant voice like the clash of tempered steel, Alva surged forward with the majestic bearing of a descending deity.

"Hehe..."

Mu Fan lightly wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, gazing upwards at the impossibly powerful and robust figure confronting him, and a smile touched his lips.

This was, without a doubt, the most exhilarating battle he had ever experienced...

Under the augmentation provided by the Six Forms, his physique had transcended the capabilities of a level 29 exponent.

Yet, it seemed he still could not bring this formidable opponent, Alva, to his knees.

Therefore...

Observing Alva’s imposing silhouette, Mu Fan’s grin widened, transforming into a broad smile.

His voice, hoarse yet resonant, gently echoed across the vast arena:

"Who declared that I would... falter?"

Hmm?

The assembled crowd collectively bristled with surprise.

Alva’s eyes narrowed like slits as he continued his advance.

Stationed at the tent's entrance, Isaiah’s gaze sharpened even further.

To all present, it was evident that Mu Fan was nearing the absolute limit of his endurance.

Even if he were to somehow muster even greater strength than before, he would still stand no chance against Alva in his Ancestor’s Soul-empowered state.

Thus, from where did this young warrior draw such unwavering confidence!?

"Boasting is hardly the mark of a true hero."

Alva, with unsparing cruelty, hurled Mu Fan’s own earlier declaration back at him.

"Hehe..."

"Hahaha."

Mu Fan’s laughter escalated from a soft chuckle to an unrestrained roar, his head thrown back in hearty amusement.

Thump...

At that precise instant, several individuals positioned closest to him perceived a dull, muffled sound reverberating in their ears.

It bore a striking resemblance to a solitary heartbeat.

...Thump!

A second, more pronounced sound announced itself, and Mu Fan’s eyes instantly ignited with a fearsome, blood-red hue.

And then, within the subsequent second, an unseen, intensely powerful constricting force gripped his heart.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

An astonishing series of eight rapid contractions and expansions surged through his chest in mere moments!

His heart pounded at a rapid pace, nearing five hundred beats per minute.

A sharp cracking sound echoed.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Mu Fan fractured and gave way.

His entire body was violently propelled upwards, a subtle crimson mist of blood Qi escaping from every pore.

Hmm?

Alva's countenance underwent a visible shift.

"Huff..."

A low, rasping, and savage gasp was heard.

Mu Fan inclined his head, his eyes shifting to a deep, blood-red hue.

"This time..."

"I shall spare you..."

"Not death!"

What is this?!!

But before the gathered crowd could even express their astonishment.

The very ground where Mu Fan had stood erupted outwards!

All that remained etched in the onlookers' vision was a fleeting silhouette.

It depicted...

The indelible image of a foot planting firmly on the earth.

Directly in front of Mu Fan, the ground spanning three meters shattered, forming an intricate, web-like pattern!

His form disappeared in an instant!

Alva's rage had barely begun to surface when an icy, murderous aura descended upon him, as if the heavens themselves were falling.

His pupils contracted instantly, becoming mere pinpricks.

The shock within his heart surged like an overwhelming tidal wave!

For, as he reflexively raised his arm, bolstered by his Ancestor's Soul state, he beheld a pair of blood-red eyes materializing directly before him!

Two sets of eyes met, with a mere... twenty centimeters separating them!

In that precise moment, he could even detect the metallic tang of the opponent's blood.

How did he penetrate this distance so swiftly?

Thoughts raced through his mind with the speed of lightning.

An overwhelming force suddenly enveloped him.

"Blessed... Emancipation."

A gentle whisper brushed past his ears.

Alva felt as though he had been directly struck by a colossal Rhinoceros King.

His spine arched involuntarily, sweat mingled with blood instantly vaporized.

His entire being was propelled backward with immense force!

An unyielding hand somehow secured itself around his throat.

Then, with a fierce squeeze, he was lifted high into the air and brutally slammed down!

Bang!

A concavity, nearly five meters in diameter, was instantly imprinted upon the ground.

Resembling a meteor's impact, it was an earth-shattering spectacle.

Amidst the billowing dust, a profound silence descended upon the expansive battlefield.