Chapter 584: Chapter 359 A-Class Opponent
Bing Su, who had been concentrating intently on the screen, heard what sounded like a murmur beside her and turned her head, âSister Xue, what did you say?â
Lu Qingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and spoke softly, âItâs nothing.â
Bing Su didnât suspect anything and, thinking she had heard wrong, turned her attention back to the screen.
The girl clad in white, like snow, watched Bing Suâs focused back, then, after a momentâs thought, stood up, sword in hand, and walked out of the training room.
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What Mu Fan didnât know was that, as his face appeared on camera, an undercurrent had already started to stir at Dingchuan Academy.
The girl in front of him, crying as if her heart was breaking, wanted to rush over to him but hesitated, her gaze fixed on the blood-soaked patch on his left shoulder of his Mechanical Master uniform.
âThereâs nothing wrong.â
Mu Fanâs attempts to comfort always seemed so dry yet had a way of warming the heart.
Nuonuo nodded, her eyes red and swollen.
Beep beep, beep beep.
Suddenly, the Sky Communication in Wang Nuonuoâs pocket began to vibrate.
Seeing the name on the display, she hurriedly handed it to Mu Fan.
âItâs your Sky Communication.â
Mu Fan casually caught it, his expression showing surprise; it was from White Hair.
âBoss, Iâm telling you, itâs really mean to just take off without a word. We couldnât even get through to your Sky Communication at first. These past couple of days felt really empty. If it werenât for the news, we would have probably still been in the dark about your whereabouts~~ Right now, weâre all watching the battle from the Sky Mother Ship right above you, and man, did you look cool just nowâlike a total badass!!â
âRight, I fixed Nuonuoâs Sky Communication and brought it with me. How should I get it to you?â White Hair excitedly spoke through the communication device which had finally connected.
âBro, you have no idea, you woke me up with how awesome you were! Even Fat Brother was moved to tears.â This was Fat Brotherâs voice shouting from the side.
Hearing his friendsâ voices warmed Mu Fanâs heart, and he never would have guessed that Fat Brother, White Hair, and the others had actually come to the venue.
âThere should be a staff member nearby; I canât leave here right now, and time is tight.â
âJust keep preparing, Iâll contact someone to bring it to you shortly. Wonât disturb you further, everything else can wait until you get back safely, the brothers are here waiting for you.â White Hair was never one to dawdle when things needed to get done â heâd verified what needed to be, and now it was time to enjoy the match.
I am an audience member with morals and quality!
âAlright.â
Putting down the Sky Communication, Mu Fan turned to Wang Nuonuo and smiled, âTheyâve all come.â
His smile seemed to tug at his wound, causing a muscle in Mu Fanâs face to twitch, which made Nuonuo anxious.
âNuonuo, wait for the Sky Communication to be delivered; Iâm going back to repair the Extreme Special Soldier.â
Seeing the unquestionable resolve in Mu Fan, the girl obediently nodded her head.
When Mu Fan entered the passage leading to the mech hangar, Blackâs voice sounded:
âMu Fan, right now weâre not equipped to replace the Extreme Special Soldierâs armor shell; we can only perform standard repairs. Acabert Alloyâs metal resistance is several times that of other metals, and since the attacks havenât penetrated, the armor is still intact. After emergency repairs, the armor strength can reach 90% of the standard.â
âThatâll be enough. When can the next match be arranged?â The sound of the young manâs solitary footsteps echoed in the vast metal corridor.
âOnce the first round of matches is over; several Star Districts are currently conducting battles. The second round of draws will take place at 2 p.m. and battles will begin immediately after that.â
âCan we interfere with the match pairing program this time?â
Drip, drip; blood from the open wound on his left shoulder dripped down to the floor from his fingertips, making a crisp sound.
But Mu Fanâs voice remained steady without a slightest fluctuation.
âWe can. Lan Du Military Group has submitted three mecha bodies for the competition, with grades of A, AA, and AAA respectively. Please select the first one you would like to arrange.â
All three grades of the Warrior Class are present, huhâŠ
The rumbling sound of the rail train permeated through the wall, signaling the return of mechas to the hangar for repairs, or possibly the sound of recovered mecha wreckage being transported back.
Three levelsâŠ
Suddenly, Mu Fan seemed to think of something, âHave all three Mecha Bodies completed their matches?â
âTwenty minutes after your battle ended, the A and AA levels have already finished competing, and all have successfully advanced to the next round; AAA level has not yet competed.â
âThen choose A level.â This time, Mu Fan didnât hesitate.
âThe next matching opponent has been set toâDeep Blue Cavalry (Warrior A level). Mu Fan, is your choice about ensuring the chance of victory?â Black asked curiously after agreeing.
âNo, Iâm afraid it will be eliminated by someone elseâŠâ
The boyâs voice was so calm it sent chills down oneâs spine.
He didnât choose A level because it was the weakest, but because he feared losing the opportunity to brutalize the opponent.
âI hope the remaining two can hold on to the next round.â
âI want to take them down, one by one, and turn them into⊠pieces.â
His indifferent speech was full of unabashed murderous intent, even though he was already seriously injured.
The boyâs figure finally disappeared into the corridor, like a lone wolf slipping into the darkness.
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The whole body of the Deep Blue Mecha had a finish like ceramic, and its most distinct feature was the pair of Heavy Weapons crossed behind it.
Its opponent was a huge purple Mecha with joints and limbs covered with fierce spines, rated 2A level. The most terrifying aspect of this Mecha was its limbs could strike at a speed surpassing that of cannonballs.
With just one punch, the spiked fist slammed into the side of a cliff, blasting out a deep pit over five meters in diameter.
Just when it seemed over, moments later, the gleaming, cold purple fist burst out from above the cliff, and in a matter of seconds, punched clean through the rocky barrier.
Moreover, the fist that suddenly drilled from above hammered viciously into the opponentâs abdomen. The blow sent the Deep Blue Mecha flying over a hundred meters and crashing heavily into the ground, creating a large crater.
The spiked fist glittered as it withdrew back to the arm, and the giant Mecha leisurely twisted its arm as if nothing of note had occurred.
âAn ordinary A-level Mecha shouldnât embarrass itself here. This isnât your stage,â a mocking voice came from the giant purple Mecha.
The Mechanical Master was blatantly mocking his opponent.
He didnât come all the way from the second Star District to compete just to face something like this.
Even the audience showed bored expressions.
This Mecha was simply too weak compared to its opponent in size and power.
Its only featureâŠ
Er, it seemed to be its persistence; it had been hit with five or six heavy strikes and still managed to get up.
However, this time it probably wouldnât rise again.
They had initially cheered so passionately for this Mecha, which looked so stylish. They thought it would be incredibly strong, but it turned out to be all show and no substance, collapsing with a single blow.
âGet up, damn it! Youâre still using that small caliber rapid-fire rifle in your hand. Do you think this is a fistfight? You canât even break through the armor! Youâre not using those two intimidating things on your back? Youâre really trash,â an audience member cursed in frustration. He had bet tens of thousands of Star Coins when the odds were at 1.4 on this Mecha to win.
If it lost, heâd truly be screwed.
The Deep Blue Mecha still hadnât gotten up.
After the mockery, the pilot of the purple giant Mecha clapped his fists together and then aimed at the Deep Blue Mecha lying on the ground. His arms began to glow with a red light.
Seeing this scene, it seemed that even the host of the sub-tournament was ready to declare the match over.
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PS: (Dang dang, I havenât appeared in the review section for a long time because my little heart canât handle the impact of harsh words, haha!! Also, Iâm afraid that reading it would affect the burning sensation of writing, so I continue not to look at the review section. Iâll wait until Iâve finished writing this major plot then we can talk⊠if you push me, Iâll break down in front of all of you, 2333~~)