Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1027 - 800: The First Strike

Hundreds of thousands of raindrops...

A Combat Skill inherited from the Holy Hall.

Redemption Second Stage—A Thousand, Fierce, Rain!

After pausing in mid-air for a moment, it surged forth overwhelmingly.

The situation in that instant was so fast that people only caught a fleeting glimpse.

As for Shang Xiong, who was currently one with his saber, his mind was as steadfast as ever.

"First strike!"

With a sharp shout, three phantom shadows sliced down instantly.

"You will never know who you are facing..."

Under the high-frequency vibrations of the blade in the air, a brief mist even appeared.

Shang Xiong’s expression was ruthless, his eyes narrowing.

Babon Grey Wolf—Daisendari, was now in space, far from making it in time.

Other than that die-hard burly man, Shang Xiong had no one to fear in this nation in one-on-one combat.

He didn’t care who was inside the mecha in front of him.

He only knew it wasn’t Daisendari or the Fierce Sun Duke, which was enough.

Die...

The three phantom shadows led three blades of light cutting in.

In an instant, countless raindrops passed through the phantoms.

... The blade light came to an abrupt stop.

The three phantoms merged into one, with a sharp blade suspended two meters before the Great Moon Sacrifice Face Armor, unable to cut any further.

In the pitch-black vine space, Mu Fan’s face was indifferent.

His muscles were prominently visible on his arms.

He gently tilted his head.

From under the Great Moon Sacrifice Face Armor on this hill, a soft voice was heard.

"Overestimating oneself..."

The hill was deathly silent.

Inside the Moon Language, it was deathly silent.

In the distant cannon ship, the brown-bearded captain couldn’t utter a word.

All eyes were fearfully watching that...

The body riddled with holes.

Visible through to the back from the front.

Whether it’s the head, shoulders, chest, cockpit, or joints...

All were penetrated by holes about thirty centimeters in diameter.

The mecha controlled by Shang Xiong, holding the blue Wind Traveler Blade in both hands, could strike no more.

In front of this Wind Traveler, the moon-white mecha stepped forward with a deep lunge, head lowered, right arm holding a long spear extended straight forward.

The sharp spear tip protruded from the position of the rear heart.

Blood was dripping from it, drop by drop.

Whether it was the blood of the previous mechanical masters... or Shang Xiong’s own blood.

The moon-white face armor slowly lifted, glancing indifferently around.

The figure slowly straightened, then the right arm twisted sharply upward.

This battered Wind Traveler was flung high into the air.

Sss~~

With a sound that grated on the teeth, the Moon Eclipse Gun instantly withdrew and then swung backward.

A dazzling moon-white light flared up suddenly.

The spear tip, with immense unmeasurable power, struck heavily on the dull head of the Wind Traveler.

Boom!

It was as if a club had smashed a watermelon in mid-air.

Light gray fragments exploded before everyone’s eyes into a misty cloud.

A headless, broken mecha carcass crashed to the ground, kicking up dirt mixed with green grass and wildflowers.

The remaining fifty or so Wind Travelers collectively retreated several dozen meters.

The experienced mechanical masters swallowed hard, unable to utter a word.

All their fighting spirit and beliefs were shattered by this brutal final spear.

All their pride and confidence were trembling.

The moon-white mecha before them was like a living Killing God.

"God of Wood, have mercy."

"It must be the Duke... it must be the Fierce Sun Duke... I’m out."

Confused emotions exploded in the minds of these surviving mechanical masters.

At this moment, they were like headless flies with no direction.

"Go on! You bunch of useless cowards! You have over fifty mechas, go tear that damn enemy apart!" The brown-bearded cannon ship commander yelled angrily into the communicator, face twisted with rage.

Yet, no one responded to him.

Shang Xiong was their division’s instructor.

Shang Xiong was dead, so who was he anyway!

Mu Fan’s indifferent eyes gazed at the disordered mecha formation, the Moon Eclipse Gun rising slowly, its spear tip aimed at a mecha on the far left.

That mecha, clutching its saber, retreated hastily in fright.

The spear tip slowly traced a semicircle to the right...

Wherever the long spear pointed, all mechas retreated in fear, without a moment’s hesitation.

As the long spear in the Great Moon Sacrifice’s hand drew its semicircle, the encircling Wind Traveler division had already retreated to seventy or eighty meters away.

"Heh..."

A faint mocking laugh broke out.

The tone’s contempt and sarcasm were evident.

Yet, none dared to contradict.

These mechanical masters watched as this mecha singlehandedly stormed in, effortlessly penetrating and killing Shang Xiong...

It didn’t even glance back at them.

Turning away, its long spear touched the ground, leaving a shallow mark as it returned towards the smoke-shrouded Moon Language ship.

No day was as long as this for the mechanical masters of the Seventh Division.

They watched the departing mecha, their faces filled with humiliation and fear, but devoid of fighting spirit.

Though its steps were not slow, it felt as if each step took an entire day in their hearts.

The agony and terror repeatedly tormented their minds.

A flourish of the spear, and the long spear was carried on its back again.

The moon-white mecha finally reached the long saber embedded in the ground.

Pulled out the Moonlight Blade, turning to face the hill, taking a straight step forward, with its upper body pressed back.

The blade parallel to the ground, straight ahead.

This was clearly the Draw Blade attack stance of the Great Moon Sacrifice from before.

However, this time, light gray fragments were scattered across the hill.

Black soil, green grass, pure white wildflowers, and the dark red bloodstains seeped into the soil.

Leaving only the more than fifty lost and aimless mechas without a will to fight.

"Again."

Mu Fan’s voice was clear, cold, echoing through the valley.

"... Again!"

The second time, the voice grew even colder, but in the vast valley, only his voice echoed, causing dozens of mechas to take another step back in fright.

"You all... again!"

The intense and fierce fighting spirit erupted in a final repressed roar.

Behind the solitary, arrogant Great Moon Sacrifice, Yuexi covered her mouth tightly, tears glistening in her clear eyes.

She tried hard not to let them fall.

All she knew was, at this moment, Mu Fan had completely pierced her heart.

This moment, all the mechanical masters of the Seventh Division knew, it wasn’t Fierce Sun Duke inside.

This voice was cold, young.

But the owner of this voice was powerful enough to crush them.

"Just who is he!!"

In the slanting bridge, the blood-coughing brown-beard captain yelled madly at the ceiling.

And at that moment, a straight white line descended from the sky like thunder, striking precisely on the cannon ship stuck in the soil.

"Who on earth..."

Boom!

The words after the three were never spoken.

Fierce fiery waves instantly consumed everything.

In the distant sky above the clouds, suddenly appeared dozens, hundreds of vortices.

One after another, wood-patterned fish shuttle-shaped ships burst out.