Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

In area 37, on both sides of the vast basin terrain, first came a mecha that was entirely fiery red in color, with streamlined armor shell and a relatively slender figure, its head crowned with a golden shining wing that resembled an ancient king's crown.

If one were to simply look at it that way, it would closely resemble the Wind Speed Competitor with just a change in color.

But when people's attention was drawn to the giant cross-shaped rotor wings on the mecha's back, which resembled those of a helicopter, finally someone began to let out exclamations of admiration.

"Look at the red mecha in area 37, the decoration on its back is just too cool!"

"That's definitely a weapon, it can't be just some meaningless decoration."

"Let me check the specs, it's actually a 3A grade mecha body! That's the peak of Warrior class mechas, are we really starting with such excitement? This must be the first feast prepared by the Mecha Association for everyone."

"Gale Gladiator, your appearance has captivated me, blow away the opposition!"

It must be said that the flashy design had won a lot of attention and support just by appearing.

"Dear audience, I am your familiar host Rayleigh, and I will be providing live commentary here, if you are following a particular match, please put on the headphones under your seat." The voice of the blonde, sunglass-wearing man was enthusiastic as he swung his right hand forward, the Mecha Association had indeed prepared carefully for this competition for quite some time.

Immediately, some people put on the headphones and switched the arenas using the controller next to their seats, resulting in completely different commentary emerging next to their ears.

"Hello everyone, this is Curtis and Qin commenting on arena 35."

...

"Hello everyone, this is Sandy and Rachel commenting on arena 37."

"I am Sandy, and next to me, this beautiful lady is Rachel, a top student from the renowned Dingchuan Academy. The commentary for arena 37 will be delivered by me and beautiful Rachel."

The faces of the two commentators appeared right on the control tablets beside the seats.

A man in his thirties wearing a tracksuit and a young girl wearing a fiery red short skirt with seductive red lips, the combination of the two was indeed eye-catching.

Harry, the chubby boy, looked down at the screen and wiped his saliva, "She's so pretty."

White Hair next to him scratched his chin and with faux interest, exchanged a glance with Li Xiaoxi before saying, "Last time Mu Fan participated in the recruitment match in the Mecha Club, it was this girl who commented. I didn't expect to see her again this time, what a coincidence!"

"Is she good at commentary?" Chuchu asked curiously.

"Pretty good, really nice..." White Hair remarked admiringly, after his gaze drifted meaningfully over certain aspects of Rachel.

"What about Nuonuo's phone?"

"We'll get the staff to deliver it to her later," White Hair decided, and then fell silent.

Because from the other side of the little basin below, a black mecha, completely bare-boned, was slowly approaching, with a metal sword scabbard hanging on its back.

Besides that, no other weapon attachments could be seen on the entire mecha body.

"That's damn ugly!"

"This mecha has refreshed my aesthetic standards."

"Is this mecha just here to mix in? Let me see… it's just an A grade mecha body! It doesn't stand a chance compared to the one opposite."

...

Listening to the voices of pessimism around them, Harry and his friends looked at the match information sheet with confusion and then exchanged glances:

"Is that Mu Fan?"

"Yes, it's this mecha. Back at the Mecha Expo Hall, Mu Fan was piloting it," Chuchu confirmed confidently.

Now her gaze was searching for Wang Nuonuo, and finally, when her eyes landed on a transparent protective shield at the edge of the basin, she saw that lonely figure.

In contrast, the protective shield on the other side was crowded with people.

The visual disparity was glaringly obvious.

"Damn it, I can't stand this, Extreme Special Soldier! Smash the opposition!"

White Hair said the first half of the sentence seriously, then grabbed the communicator linked to the VIP seats and started shouting the second half.

Then, the people paying attention to area number 37 immediately heard this unexpected announcement in the live broadcast.

Rachel paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and giggled, "We can see the passionate reaction from the audience, so it seems our Extreme Special Soldier side does have its supporters! However, the competition hasn't started yet, so everyone might want to slightly restrain their emotions."

Sandy said, "Of course, may I ask which side you favor?"

"Giggle, it's definitely the Extreme Special Soldier, because the name of his Mechanical Master reminds me of someone I met not too long ago~"

"Oh, is that so? Could it be the same person?" Sandy said, playing along.

"I doubt it, after all, the person I met was just a freshman who had recently enrolled. I don't think the world is that coincidental."

"Our lovely Rachel truly has a heart of gold, let's not waste any more time talking. Now, we can see that both contestants are in position. Before the battle commences, let me briefly explain the rules of the preliminary selection battles."

Sandy feigned a cough, "The preliminary selection aims to avoid fatalities, so there are limits on the power of heat and beam weapons. Weapons that are too powerful must have their power restricted. However, this rule does not apply to cold weapons, not because it's an oversight, but because the Mecha Association places more importance on assessing the mecha's overall performance, rather than simply comparing destructive weaponry. Cold weapons are considered extensions of the limbs, and so they are not restricted."

"So what you're saying is that the Mecha Association has always encouraged the use of cold weapons or hand-to-hand combat?" Rachel asked, now perfectly in sync on her debut on this stage.

"Of course, it helps to showcase the mecha body's capabilities and the Mechanical Master's control skills."

"What about the top 100's unrestricted combat?"

"Weapons are completely unlocked, and it's a fight to the death! That's when the Mecha Combat Competition truly becomes brutal. Although we have not set a viewing age limit, I would recommend that children watch with adult supervision."

…

Above Mu Fan and his group was a disc-shaped flying object moving to and fro, within which Sandy and Rachel were stationed.

As soon as the Extreme Special Soldier's mecha set foot on the ground, a faint energy shield enveloped the entire arena.

A purely natural small basin, spanning over twenty square kilometers!

"Small" is only relative to the plateau.

According to the Mecha Association's rules, there is no limit to the destruction allowed on the battlefield!

Mu Fan didn't realize that a girl behind him, at the observation point, was praying with her hands clasped together.

Because his attention was entirely captured by the opposing mecha.

[Extreme Special Soldier]vs[Gale Gladiator]!

Perhaps, the change from competitor to gladiator in the name revealed its bloodthirsty origin.

This fight was pivotal for all his future plans.

Thus, he could only win, not lose!

The opposing mecha, looking like fiery fire, slowly strode to the center of the arena and stood firm.

The Extreme Special Soldier took its position, left hand raised in front to guard, right hand resting on the hilt of the sword behind, an aggressive stance!

Gale Gladiator's X-shaped rotors on its back shimmered in the sunlight with an unusual cold light, its hands calmly placed on either side of its waist.

Inside the cockpit was a burly man with a diagonal scar over his eyelid, whose cold gaze peered through the screen at the bare mecha in front of him, feeling not the slightest bit relaxed because of the opponent's mecha body appearance.

He was long past the age of impetuousness. Twenty years of iron-blooded military life had turned him into a real killing machine in battle.

A glint of cold light flashed in Shi Wuyi's eyes, in full synchronization with his body.

First battle, a kill!

With a 22-level physique and a 7th rank Ace Mechanical Master, his strength and experience were enough to qualify him for the rank of Colonel in the Special Combat Forces, yet he had been stuck at the rank of Lieutenant Colonel for ten years serving the Federation.

But now, the door to advancement had already opened halfway.

He could wait no longer, so today...

I kill you, and it has nothing to do with you!