Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

(This chapter is a generous 3300-word section without interruption, congratulations to the newly promoted Elder, "Humanoid Monster"!)

Even the members of the Fighting Club were stunned by this sudden scene, but they knew all too well the power and influence of Artwood, so no one dared to question him.

Rong Cheng asked in disbelief, "What does this mean?"

Unexpectedly, this question elicited a reaction from Artwood. His purple eyes, carrying a chilling coldness, turned to stare at Rong Cheng before he slowly spoke, "It means nothing, take care of your own business."

After speaking, he completely ignored Rong Cheng's livid face, raised his head to look around, and with an indisputable domineering tone, he declared,

"Those who follow me, come over here."

Despite not explaining why, most members of the Fighting Club obediently walked over and stood behind Artwood.

But these were the majority; there was still a group of die-hard loyalists whom Rong Cheng had officially bought over.

They did not belong to Artwood's sequence.

Including the five people Rong Cheng brought over, there were about seventeen or eighteen people watching all this.

The scene was incredibly eerie now!

Rong Cheng stood surrounded by these seventeen or eighteen people, who now, ironically, became the weaker party.

Artwood coldly eyed those ten-plus people, saying nothing more.

The path was chosen; what remained was for them to walk it.

"Senior Artwood, when have I ever offended you?", a sinister-faced Rong Cheng looked towards the Furious Heavenly King, his eyes now brimming with rage.

Artwood glanced at him indifferently and then turned his gaze to Mu Fan.

"The problems between the two of you are none of the Fighting Club's business; settle them yourselves."

This was a clear gesture of goodwill from the other party, the reasons for which perhaps only Artwood and Harry knew.

The fat man saw Feng Xin's forcibly subdued appearance and felt an inexplicable thrill.

All this was brought about by the very Mu Fan in front of him!

Mu Fan's bright, shiny eyes met Artwood's as he nodded.

A certain tacit deal between the two... was struck.

"This just got interesting; the person brought over turned out to be someone from the other side, the annual emotional drama, truly damn spectacular."

Finally, Shi Sen couldn't stand White Hair's endless complaints any longer and whispered with a turn of his head, "Can you please be quiet?"

"Brother, I can,"

White Hair revealed his sparkling white teeth and his next phrase almost made the other vomit blood: "But I can't control myself."

I damn well knew it!

Shi Sen finally understood that feeling Zhang Shaotang had, facing a rolling cut of meat right before him.

Now, the student council's Shao Qi too stood beside Rong Cheng with his people.

This declared the student council's supportive stance.

Rong Cheng's face fluctuated between dark and light expressions. After Artwood called the Fighting Club's people over, he still hadn't left; he just stood there.

What was this about, watching his, Rong Cheng's, humiliation?

"Dithering is truly unpleasant, and yet you insist on dragging the Fighting Club into this. Are you guys sure you won't come back?" A merciless taunt sounded, its voice rough and hearty, and utterly unbridled.

"Long Er... it turns out to be this madman," Artwood muttered as his eyes locked on the burly young man approaching.

"Senior Long Er!"

"Hello, Minister!"

Long Er, the Fighting Club's non-executive chief fighter, twisted his wrists as he walked.

When they could clearly see the appearance of the speaker, the five Fighting Club members who initially stood next to Rong Cheng were truly going mad now.

It was the Furious Heavenly King—Long Er!

This was the only person in the club who held no official position yet was a supremely skilled fighter, an understated yet undeniably essential figure!

Their Fighting Club's big shots had all come today, and this time it was the most eccentric one.

Their Fighting Club didn't have a real president or vice president; the roles were led by various star students as ministers.

However, Long Er was an exception. He was recruited into the Glasses King Snake special forces within a year and a half of enrollment; he was unquestionably the number one fighter in the Fighting Club yet held no positions.

This peculiarly fierce man had explosive and unmatched attack moves.

And it was well known that Long Er only respected two people, Renault and Feng Yu.

The former for his unique charisma and strong comprehensive abilities, and the latter purely for his overwhelming intelligence.

Damn, who summoned this god out here.

"Senior Long Er..."

The five Fighting Club members didn't dare to delay and quickly bowed, greeting him in a low voice.

Coming before them, Long Er squinted for a good while before speaking, "One last chance, are you coming back?"

These five bowed even lower, having already decided to stick with the Rong family's battle wagon.

"No answer? Then just watch this."

Long Er let out a cold chuckle, his face showing not a trace of hesitation or muddling.

His arm whipped out with a blast, instantly shooting out five black shadows, like whips or like snakes.

The speed was incredibly fast; the five didn't even manage to lift their heads.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The shadows contacted these five people and instantly sent them flying, crashing to the ground with a thud, their faces pale and beads of sweat rolling down as they were too pained to speak.

But to the onlookers, Long Er still had that casual hand-in-pocket appearance, as if he hadn't thrown a punch at all.

"This is Snake Strike! Long Er's signature move."

"Eye-opening, this is real combat teaching, awesome, my boss."

Long Er completely ignored the murmurs around, looking at the five men lying on the ground and snorted coldly.

"Just quietly watch."

Walking over alone, Long Er didn't have as much of a presence as Artwood, but his actions spared no consideration for anyone.

He then looked over at Shao Qi, "Do you step back five steps yourself, or shall I help you?"

"You madman..."

Shao Qi squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, but his body involuntarily moved backward.

Dealing with such a reckless madman was the hardest.

Finally, when everything was thoroughly handled, Long Er looked at Rong Cheng, "Well, Young Master Rong, don't take today's events too hard. I'm just saving you some trouble, since I haven't laid a hand on you, right?"

That annoying demeanor made White Hair behind Mu Fan's eyes shine even brighter.

"Kindred spirits..."

After intense fluctuations in his chest, Rong Cheng looked up and faintly smiled, "I've mishandled things today, Senior. Please let me pass, I'll leave."

Long Er shook his head, "Men's issues are best settled face to face, and after all, I was sent here by the president of the Swordsmanship Club. It wouldn't make sense to just let you go, right?"

In the midst of his words, he definitely wasn't going to let Rong Cheng leave!

"So what do you want to do!"

Hearing Rong Cheng's query, Long Er smiled and pointed across to Mu Fan.

"Let's have a one-on-one, either you against all of them, or all of them against you."

Pfft!

The crowd watching burst into laughter.

The remark was absolutely spot on; hadn't Rong Cheng almost turned into an eggplant with that purple face, tsk tsk~~~

The tactics previously used against Mu Fan had been turned around and pressed down upon himself. The people just couldn't help themselves.

This plot twist was too perfect.

No need for ten years, just ten minutes, ten minutes brought about an earth-shattering change.

Long Er looked across at Mu Fan and grinned, "Handle the next part yourself."

Seeing this signal of goodwill from the senior, Mu Fan nodded, his black, shiny eyes coldly observing Rong Cheng.

He took a step forward.

Rong Cheng, scared, took a step back.

He had already been given a psychological shadow by Mu Fan's kick last time.

"Mu Fan, let's end today's events here," said an unexpected person who appeared at this moment.

It was Youshi Wang!

This tranquil Daffodil goddess, at this moment, actually came out to intercede for Rong Cheng.

Because she knew Rong Cheng came from one of the seven major families.

If Rong Cheng was defeated in front of so many people, he would definitely not let the matter rest peacefully.

This would not be good for Mu Fan or for the Swordsmanship Club.

But the inherently kind Youshi Wang overlooked one thing, that for Mu Fan, there was no absolute right or wrong.

Mu Fan, like a knife emanating a wild aura, possessed only an unyielding will.

Mu Fan looked at Youshi Wang, her pair of warm, water-like beautiful eyes carrying complicated emotions, seeming surprised and admiring, but uniquely lacking sympathy.

It seemed more like a mission to her.

Realizing this, Mu Fan gently shook his head.

At this action, the hearts of the onlookers simultaneously shivered.

Facing the vice president of the Swordsmanship Club, the vice president of the student council, and the recognized beauty of Ding Chuan, this young man refused without any hesitation.

But in the eyes of those forty-plus Army Reserve recruited students behind Mu Fan, approval was evident.

Hesitation is a great taboo for the strong.

Clearly, Mu Fan had never let them down in this regard; otherwise, it would be truly regrettable for them to have stood out.

Seeing Mu Fan's attitude, Youshi Wang's curved eyelashes drooped, and she said no more.

Out of respect for her brother, she had done all she could.

Now, no one in the arena spoke for Rong Cheng anymore; all eyes were focused on the two confronting individuals.

Mu Fan softly uttered, "One-on-one."

"Who the hell needs you to let him?!"

Rong Cheng, infuriated to the point of embarrassment, had reached his psychological limit and directly charged toward Mu Fan.

Right leg lifted.

Real experts' pupils shrank to pinpoints!

Because Mu Fan's foot suddenly became a blur.

Six Forms · Charging Step!

When Mu Fan's foot stomped on the ground, what people saw was a figure that instantly surged forward.

"So fast!"

"His strength... has increased again."

The elite students among those Army Reserve recruits also shivered simultaneously.

Because Mu Fan had never used such a technique before, nor had he ever shown such swift speed.

This was a speed that completely surpassed human limits!

Rong Cheng, with a trace of glee in his eyes, flicked his wrist and suddenly whipped out a silver-glowing metal chain that even crackled with electricity.

Energy Nine-section Whip!

The extremely sly Rong Cheng violently swung his hand down.

A streak of electricity sliced through the air, scattering the figure.

It split into two before slowly vanishing.

That was Mu Fan's afterimage!

The speed of the Six Forms · Charging Step had surpassed the limit of Rong Cheng's nerve reflexes.

Mu Fan had instantly twisted his body to avoid that extremely dangerous strike and appeared beside Rong Cheng while he was still staring ahead.

As they brushed past each other, Mu Fan lightly tapped the back of Rong Cheng's heel with his left foot.

Rong Cheng lost his balance.

Then Mu Fan violently turned his body around and grabbed the flying ankle with one hand.

Rong Cheng's body flipped in his hand…

And was slammed down in reverse.

Boom!

Dust flew up.

It was like a Heavy Hammer fiercely hammering into everyone's heart, causing some of the faint-hearted to even close their eyes.

Mu Fan looked down, half-kneeling on one knee on the ground.

Under his hand was the almost completely shattered body of Rong Cheng.

Just at this moment, he hadn't passed out yet, his eyes filled with intense fear.

The incredible pain rendered him unable to speak, only able to moan.

Mu Fan leaned down and whispered in his ear:

"Remember, I am a freshman from Dingchuan Academy… Mecha Academy…"

"Mu Fan."

Blood surged in the excited Rong Cheng, his eyes widened, and finally, his eyes rolled back as he fainted.