Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

The worn and dilapidated cloak appeared, with two faint green flames lighting up from the darkness.

A silhouette emerged, still holding that heavy, primitive metal short stick.

The Fighter Instructor finally appeared in front of Mu Fan.

"Kid, have you encountered some troubles recently?"

The aged voice sounded like he was catching up with an old friend, yet his tone was very bland.

Mu Fan scratched his head, "Just some minor issues, but I feel I need your guidance now."

"In which aspects?"

"Strength, speed, martial arts skills, and then coordination between personal ability and mecha level."

The metal-clad hand armor rotated with the interlocking of fingers, the metal stick slowly spinning in the palm, two lingering green flames flickered for a moment, then the head beneath the cloak lifted.

Mu Fan still could not see through the black mist.

"Have you witnessed a higher level of martial power? Felt the pressure from others? And realized that your capabilities are insufficient to deal with all this, right?"

Three consecutive questions, the Fighter's voice remained even and aged.

Mu Fan nodded then shook his head.

"I have witnessed a higher level of martial power, so I am striving towards it!"

"I have felt the growth and progress of others, so I know I need to continue to strive and surpass them!"

"Fighter Instructor, I wish to learn new fighting techniques from you."

Mu Fan stood upright, rising to a straight position, bowing at ninety degrees, his voice filled with utmost respect!

This was the true instructor who had been by his side since his destiny changed—Fighter, an aged and wise peerless powerhouse!

"Kid, this is always why I have admired you. You always carry a belief to face difficulties fearlessly, and a will to move forward under any circumstances."

"Do you say that witnessing higher martial power can set your goals and make you work harder?"

"Yes!" Mu Fan answered emphatically.

"Even if the goal is higher and further, you won't get discouraged?"

"Yes!" Mu Fan's eyes were resolute.

"Are you afraid of facing death?"

"Not at all!"

"Can you endure the pain of being crushed over and over again?"

"I can!"

Mu Fan's expression was resolute, his voice impactful!

"Very well, then let me tell you bit by bit."

"Strength and speed, I'll discuss these together since these two are fundamental and indispensable."

"Firstly, strength! It is the essence of a martial artist! One force breaks thousands of techniques, there's no end to the pursuit of strength, whether it's you or external objects, strength determines the damage you can inflict. To make your strength greater, besides training, it is still training, pushing your strength towards the limit of your body."

"Use your Dark Hall Barrier!" A robust instructional voice came from beneath the cloak, a short stick thrown casually.

Mu Fan's spirit was shaken, catching the short stick, his bones crackling in a teeth-gritting sound.

The specially reinforced light computer helmet simulated Mu Fan's state incredibly close to reality.

First, the short sticks in his hands interchanged, then in the blink of an eye turned into afterimages, finally becoming nearly invisible.

Now that the formidable invisible barrier finally erected in front of Mu Fan.

The green light faintly flickering, the cloak in front of Mu Fan suddenly lifted.

This time Mu Fan finally clearly saw the Fighter Instructor's arms.

Grayish-white arms, extremely sturdy, covered with countless crisscrossed scars, with dark gold armor only covering a small part of the shoulder and lower arms.

A cold metal stick engraved with numerous fine lines was held in the shiny metal right hand.

A low sound of metal friction, the short stick suddenly spun upright in the palm, then the arm flung backward.

"First, let me tell you, when strength reaches its peak, what is called despair!"

Two streaks of faint green flames surged, those were the Fighter Instructor's gaze!

Like a towering giant mountain abruptly standing before him, that involuntary and overwhelming sense of inferiority emerged.

Bang!

Like the roar of an extra-heavy cannon, the ground trembled.

The next second, the cloak, along with that arm, disappeared from the spot with a fierce wind sound.

Mu Fan abruptly looked up to the sky.

Fighter—He was above!

For he had not concealed his figure.

Mu Fan was seeing for the first time the always mysterious and calm Fighter exhibiting such a ferocious side.

"Kid, then let this lesson set a goal for you to chase!"

His disdain for everything almost oppressive, nearly making Mu Fan unable to breathe.

Mu Fan clenched his teeth, and the Stick Wall in his hand instantly compressed forward, against the overwhelmingly powerful momentum of his opponent!

"Power!"

The figure in the sky reached its peak and plummeted downward.

Not even a remnant shadow was seen as the swiftly spinning Short Stick was gripped in hand, reaching just less than 10 centimeters above Mu Fan in the next second.

Time froze at that instant, Mu Fan bit down on his teeth while the Fighter Instructor's lips revealed a faint smile.

Boom!!

When the Short Stick in the Fighter's hand intersected with the Short Stick in Mu Fan's hand.

From arm to spine, then waist and leg bones, countless cracking sounds erupted instantly.

A long "V" shape was smashed into the middle of Mu Fan's Short Stick.

Bones fractured, blood vessels compressed then bulged violently.

And his body shrank a half meter in an instant.

Bang!

A burst of blood mist exploded.

Without even a slight pause.

The Fighter smashed down with that Short Stick... to the end!

The Short Stick was still spinning, not a single trace of blood stained it.

The Fighter shook his cloak, retracting his arm into it, and looked indifferently at the mutilated corpse on the ground, stretching out his left hand gently.

A swirl of starlight gathered, and the intact figure of Mu Fan reappeared.

Mu Fan supported himself on the ground with both hands, gasping heavily.

Huff~

Huff~

That scene just now...

It was as if he had used a Short Stick to block a heavy punch from a Mecha.

The result was being shattered all over.

He finally understood the feeling of ordinary humans being slaughtered by Mechas.

It was a sense of powerlessness that crushed both body and spirit.

The Fighter remained silent, just quietly watching him. If it had not been for the virtual space, Mu Fan's back would have definitely been soaked with cold sweat.

"Instructor! Is this your true strength!?"

The Fighter's dark green eyes quietly watched Mu Fan, then he finally spoke, "You've seen Tiger Worms of the Zeg Clan, but have you seen one that's ten times larger?"

Ten times...

Perhaps a single strike from its pincer could even pierce through a Mecha!

Mu Fan shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

The Fighter's voice, aged yet nostalgic, emerged from beneath the cloak; the calm tone instantly made Mu Fan's scalp tingle.

"I have slain 15,603 of them."

The Fighter tilted his head, quietly watching Mu Fan, then suddenly added a trace of humor to his tone.

"How? Does it seem inconceivable?"

"Those types of Zeg are numerous on our planet; they have a name—Guardian King Worms. Their shells are over ten centimeters thick, and their size three times that of a regular Tiger Worm, but their strength could overturn a Tank. During my youth's trials, I frequently encountered such Zeg. The outcome was simple; it dies, or I die."

The Fighter was merely stating a fact, yet it stirred Mu Fan's soul.

Just imagining that scene, punching through a shell harder than steel, was incredibly awe-inspiring!

"Is this the strength attainable by humans?"

Mu Fan asked excitedly.

"Human? Of course not, how could I possibly be human."

The Fighter's sudden response left Mu Fan frozen in place.

"However, you can be, because with your lineage it's definitely not possible to be just an ordinary human race. Moreover, the most critical point is—you have cultivated 'Dark Breath.'"

Dark Breath?

This Martial Arts Skill was merely for concealing one's spirit and enhancing perception; what does it have to do with strength?

"Since I've set a goal for you, it means I believe you have the potential to reach this level. Because, you are destined to be extraordinary. You are the heritage of our clan in this world, you are my—Mohandas's disciple!"

"Instructor, your name...!?" Mu Fan suddenly looked up. It was the first time he heard the Fighter Instructor actually speak his name.

"My name—Mohandas!"

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