Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

The Extreme Special Soldier's left hand, hovering in front of its body, slowly reached towards its back.

With a squeal, the dull, lusterless black hilt was drawn out bit by bit, now horizontal at its side.

What was it doing!

People watched as the Extreme Special Soldier's right hand also rested on the sword hilt, both hands clasping it together and then suddenly lifting it high, raising the blunt-edged Heavy Sword above its head.

That posture was strikingly similar to that of an executioner on the precipice of delivering a deathblow in ancient times!

The black Mecha Body held the sword of the same color aloft, looking down at the beheaded Mecha Body kneeling at its feet.

With its head already gone, what more could be done?

"He wouldn't be…"

"Looking to dismember the Sky-splitting bird, right?"

"The Mechanical Master inside… Oh God!"

"Such a cruel Mechanical Master."

The audience stands erupted in an instant. Was a Mecha Body really about to carry out an execution in front of everyone?

"You dare!"

Faced turned deathly pale, Donatello's eyes bore an indescribable look of terror, yet deep within those pupils, a trace of regret emerged.

He now severely regretted why he hadn't completely killed the young man earlier.

Even if he had to bear all the potential consequences.

Did that young man harbor not a shred of fear in his heart?

Who gave him the courage on the land of Blue Capital Star to confront him, an heir of the Tang family, one of the Eight Great Families, with such a defiant gesture!

You fool!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Unaware of the madness in that observation room, Naden, sitting in the front row of the special seats, casually glanced back at the Ran Family and spoke softly:

"I've heard that the pilot inside that Mecha Body down there seems to be a disciple of Mechanical Master Ran, although I'm not sure if it's true?"

The Ran Family shifted their hands to a different position, continuing to prop their chin, speaking naturally: "I don't know, since he's already a Patrol Mechanical Master, it's questionable whether he belongs to the Interstellar Mecha Association at all, so how would I know?"

With a light hum, the face of the Ran Family showed no concern whatsoever.

"Oh, is that so? When it comes to employing people, I've always been no match for Mechanical Master Ran," Naden remarked with a subtle barb.

The Ran Family seemed indifferent, merely squinting their eyes and responding in kind.

However, unless someone stood right in front of them, they would not notice the flash of cold light deep in their eyes.

Such bravery!

The black Mecha Body below was now the center of attention.

In this moment, Mu Fan's eyes held nothing else but the kneeling figure before him.

Regardless of your background, regardless of your allegiance, since you're on the grounds of the Lan Du Military Group, today…

It's a fight to the death.

With the black Heavy Sword held high, the Mecha Body's arms swung down fiercely!

The tattered blade split the air at that moment, descending with the force of a thunderous tempest.

Xia Zuo, still muttering in disbelief within the cockpit, his rage, his unwillingness, his hatred—all dissipated into nothingness when he heard that metallic tearing sound explode above his head.

It was then that he finally appreciated the value of life, the meaning of being alive.

His hands had been desperately pressing on the control panel for several seconds, but the surrender button, which looked like a lifesaver in his eyes, failed to respond after being pressed.

This moment lasted no more than 0.1 seconds, yet his brain seemed to experience a multitude of sceneries in that instant.

So life was wonderful, but there was no longer a chance to enjoy it.

Looking back at his life, almost spent entirely in shadows and darkness, the everyday blood and slaughter were merely to cover up the panic and cowardice in his heart.

I really don't want to die, and this useless surrender button, damn the Mecha Association!

Ah!

In the final moment, the Patrol Mechanical Master, who had served the organization for over a decade, finally let out a roar, his eyes brimming with endless resentment.

It was a profound hate for the organization just before death.

The shattered Acabert Alloy Heavy Sword, with the force to rend everything asunder, finally broke through the top.

The last sight in Xia Zuo's eyes was the endless blackness that filled his entire vision.

The cold steel never paused for a moment as fresh blood instantly stained the sword's edge.

Boom!

The heavy sword cut straight through without any resistance, the blade sinking deeply into the rock.

Several kilometers away, the four mechas stood motionless, watching as the milky-white mecha in front of Mu Fan split in two from the blade's edge...

At this moment, the three mechas of the hosts, the Lan Du Military Group—all destroyed!

Three Mechanical Masters—all dead!

The Extreme Special Soldier carelessly thrust the Heavy Sword into the divided Mecha Body, then once again lifted his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through space, looking towards someone above on the Sky Mother Ship.

"Ah!!! I must kill you! I absolutely must!" In the special observation room, Gaoling Ze and others stood five meters behind, watching Donald completely lose his composure, and no one dared to approach him.

Donald abruptly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and nearly bursting, "Contact the Patrol Mechanical Master squadron, offer a high reward, and keep increasing it until they agree to kill that kid!"

"Yes, Young Master."

The bearded man hurriedly bowed his head and scurried out of the room.

Donald didn't look at Gaoling Ze but turned back to watch the black mecha on the ground below.

He swore he would remember the bald, ugly appearance of the Extreme Special Soldier for a lifetime.

...

"Ha ha ha ha, truly worthy of being my disciple, so satisfying! Damn satisfying!"

Outside the Sky Mother Ship, there was a relatively smaller transport ship that was still incredibly massive to ordinary people and even mechas.

Inside the transport ship was an extremely imposing, huge mecha wrapped in purple electric arcs, looking as awe-inspiring as the descent of a Demon God.

Beside this mecha were hundreds of light green Military Mechas, which were only just tall enough to reach the waist of this mecha.

Storm God Thunder Eagle!

The legendary S-class peak Mecha Body, also known as the "Thunderhawk," a Super Series mecha.

The personal ride of Ruan Xiongfei, the Broken Sword Knight!

Hearing Ruan Xiongfei's unrestrained laughter, after a long silence in the communication channel, a resigned voice responded.

"Captain Ruan... um, could you please turn off voice link mode? Because of your high rank, the warriors all heard what you just said."

"Ha ha ha, really? I am so sorry about that." Ruan Xiongfei caught sight of the Lieutenant Colonel with a particularly helpless expression on the screen, chuckled while scratching his bald head, and then blurted out something that almost made the Lieutenant Colonel jump up.

"Actually, I did it on purpose, ha ha ha, I just wanted to show off my disciple!"

I...

The Lieutenant Colonel almost suffocated, holding his breath in his chest. If it were someone else, he would have cursed out loud, but this was one man he simply couldn't afford to offend!

"Alright, alright, I'll turn off the communication now, don't worry."

The instigator, Ruan Xiongfei, nonchalantly waved his hand as if it was a great hassle.

The Lieutenant Colonel was forced to put on an ingratiating face.

Surrounded by an ionization barrier in the CICH direct connection system, Ruan Xiongfei, with his rough hands rubbing his chin, stared at the screen.

Of course, the Thunderhawk mimicked his movements, making the majestic and imposing Thunderhawk take on a rather sleazy appearance.

Ruan Xiongfei whispered to the screen, "Lower the ship a bit, just above throne number 19, to maintain order during the match, I've decided to start from here!"

The Lieutenant Colonel saw this sly behavior and felt indignant but powerless.

What kind of excuse was that? Such a blatant lie, he was clearly looking for ways to protect that black mecha.

We're all soldiers, and we know favoring our own is common, but there should be a limit, which clearly doesn't exist for you!

Ruan Xiongfei lazily looked at the screen: "How is it, feeling any emotions?"

"None, of course not, everything is according to your wishes, thank you for the contributions you have made to the Blue Capital Star Military Department."

The Lieutenant Colonel had to swallow his pride and flatteringly suck up to him.

"Ha ha ha, well said, I've always had sharp instincts, you guys would be troubled here, so leave it to me!"

Ruan Xiongfei went over his own rationale once more and found the wording simply unbeatable.

Just then, an extremely subtle fluctuation appeared in the upper left corner of the Thunderhawk's battle screen.

To ordinary people, such a fluctuation could almost be ignored.

But for Ruan Xiongfei, who had been through countless battles, it was abnormally unusual!

As his eyes swept across his optical visor, the previous smile on his face disappeared completely.

"Wait, are my eyes deceiving me?"