Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 595: 370: You, Get Down Here! (2nd Update)

Chapter 595: Chapter 370: You, Get Down Here! (2nd Update)

As his voice fell, that dazzling light had already shot out from the muzzle.

Mo Cheng moved from words to action without the slightest hesitation!

Boom!

The Extre Special Soldier still maintained that upward-looking posture as two streaks of light grazed past its chest plate and buried themselves in the soil in front of it.

Then two craters over five ters in diater were directly blasted into the ground in front, with light wisps of smoke rising from the center, the result of the earth being lted by the extre high temperatures of the energy.

Moreover, with Mo Cheng’s action, another 15 Hundred Martial Cot chas simultaneously drew their left arms from the weapon chambers on their backs.

With a buzzing sound, 15 Energy Light Shields were activated all at once, and the cha bodies leaned forward.

Together with the initial four, a total of 19 AA-class Hundred Martial Cot chas positioned their Light Shields in front of them, aiming down at the black Extre Special Soldier.

“Is this your so-called ‘rule’? Hehe,” a light laugh echoed from within the black cha.

“Resorting to violence without any valid reason… it truly is repulsive,” Mu Fan mumbled softly, his voice amplified and resounding throughout the heavens and the earth.

“I demand an imdiate proof!”

Mu Fan’s muted muttering finally crystallized into a firm and forceful statent.

These simple seven words not only contained the youth’s utmost confidence but also, in terms of sentint, reason, and rules, nobody could pick out the slightest fault.

“Denied! Please hand over the cha to the cha Association for processing. Hundred Martial Cot!!” Mo Cheng bellowed.

Clank, clank!

The 19 other Light Shields simultaneously loosened forward, and tal arms uniformly reached into the weapon chambers on their backs.

Nobody knew what they could pull out next second.

“Either prove it now, or… get out of my way!” Mu Fan’s eyes began to burn with a crimson hue as he looked at the battle screen, his voice chilling.

Finally, his finger pressed down completely on that button.

The Extre Special Soldier’s right hand suddenly released, and with a clang, the Extre Special Soldier R fell heavily to the ground.

Empty-handed, the Extre Special Soldier’s arms hung loosely by its sides, its head tilted up to the sky.

The once-dim eyes began to light up bit by bit, that defiant and sowhat sinister gaze piercing straight into the heavens.

Seeing the actions of the Extre Special Soldier, Mo Cheng in the cockpit scoffed coldly.

A wise man adapts to circumstances. To confront them at such a mont would be the height of stupidity.

But at that mont, the Extre Special Soldier’s arms slowly rose, and its steel fists collided fiercely.

A trendous sound of steel striking steel echoed through the heavens and the earth.

What was it trying to do?!

All onlookers were stunned by this sudden developnt.

“A hopeless, stubborn resister!”

The Silver Wings on its back expanded once again, and with a twist, Mo Cheng’s Hundred Martial Cot cha aid its firearm once more at the black cha below.

He intended to teach this arrogant black cha an unforgettable lesson!

However, no one saw that just as the black Extre Special Soldier’s fists were about to collide, a spark flared from between them.

It wasn’t a spark from steel friction but from a floating, purple energy fla.

As the fists struck each other squarely, the spark shattered into a pale purple energy that suddenly covered the fists, and an invisible shockwave spread out from where the Extre Special Soldier stood.

A ring of dust rose from the ground.

In the cockpit, Mu Fan’s hair seed to be affected and spontaneously lifted.

When he spoke again, his voice was filled with a tallic clang.

“Undead, tenfold… force field!”

To the naked eye, the ground beneath the Extre Special Soldier sunk instantly, but countless small stones around it floated up.

The audience finally saw the purple light that flickered like flas on the fists of the Extre Special Soldier.

That was the gently undulating purple fla!

The arms trembled incessantly as if under imnse pressure.

Thirty ters above the Extre Special Soldier’s head, Mo Cheng controlled the cha to aim its muzzle once more at the ground below, this ti targeting the feet of the Extre Special Soldier.

Whoosh!

The right hand of the Extre Special Soldier opened wide and suddenly lifted high, palm facing the silver-white cha adorned with a golden pattern.

“What is this posture, so kind of joke?”

“Hand cannon? But there’s no sign of a muzzle at all.”

“This chanical Master of the Extre Special Soldier sure has personality…”

Mo Cheng, of course, saw this scene too. He rely let out a scoff and prepared to pull the trigger.

Surrounding him were nineteen other cha of the Warrior class. In such a situation, no cha Body could possibly make a splash.

Inside the cockpit of the Extre Special Soldier, Black’s cold voice started the countdown, “teor 3’s engine overload state will end in 30 seconds, 30, 29, 28…”

Mu Fan’s eyes were as fierce as a wolf’s, and blood began to seep from his nostrils. He paid no heed to the warnings provided by Black but instead stared intently at the silver cha on the screen, his words coming out one by one:

“You, get, down, here!”

Purple energy flas suddenly spread from the engine to the surrounding area until they covered the entire cha Body. The right hand of the Extre Special Soldier suddenly clenched into a fist, then violently pulled back.

Boom!

The ground several ters opposite the fist seed to take an invisible heavy blow, instantly fracturing.

But in the sky, the Hundred Martial Cot cha, which had already assud its firing stance, suddenly seed to be yanked by an invisible colossal force, plumting out of control!

Red warning lights in the cockpit flashed wildly, and Mo Cheng was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

The thirty-ter distance under this invisible pull was but a fleeting mont.

The entire silver cha Body slamd into the earth, kneeling on one knee, and the Cot Pulse Gun in its hand was smashed sideways into the ground.

Ten ters in front of Mo Cheng, the black Extre Special Soldier knelt on the ground, with its right palm pressing hard into the earth…

“Holy shit!”

“My brother is so badass, directly confronting the organizers?”

“Can soone tell what move this is? Damn it, he just pressed the opposite side into the ground from tens of ters away in the air.”

“F*ck, did this cha suddenly start cheating?”

The whole arena erupted, and so did the entire live broadcast, with countless comnts nearly blowing up the room.

Sandy and Rachel could no longer make sense of what everyone was saying.

Finally, Sandy snatched the microphone, “Everyone, calm down! Calm down! This must be a coincidence.”

As his voice fell, Mo Cheng, whose mind was still sowhat dazed on the ground, cranked the engine to maximum pressure with one push, and flas burst violently from behind the cha Body as it prepared to take off.

Everyone, upon hearing Sandy’s words, seed to believe it.

But the ferocious look in Mu Fan’s eyes flashed by, and the right hand of the Extre Special Soldier was pulled out from the ground and raised high before slamming down forcefully again.

Boom!

The palm, not large in area, pressed the several dozen square ters of ground down another layer in an instant.

Then the silver cha Body that had just risen was hit once more, its fra pressed into the soil, with the Cot Pulse Gun scattering to one side.

In the live broadcast room, at this mont, the sa sentence swept across, “Sandy, coincidence my ass.”

The Extre Special Soldier knelt on the ground, its right hand bracing in front, as its head lifted.

“Be on guard!”

The remaining nineteen Hundred Martial Cot cha activated the brilliance of their Shield in their hands, finally drawing their weapons from their holsters.

Nineteen Light Spears!

The tips of their spears all aid at the Extre Special Soldier below.

The Extre Special Soldier didn’t glance again at the cha Body that had been remotely pressed into the soil but slowly stood up.

Beside Mu Fan, Black’s voice continued with the cold countdown, “20, 19…”

Blood began to seep from the young man’s ears too, but his eyes held a trace of madness. He leaped to the control panel, silently sneering with a smile, then slamd the amplification button down.

Mu Fan’s chilling voice, filled with raging battle intent, resounded in everyone’s ears.

“I’ll say it again… this is a cha from Loki Heavy Industry, and now I can give you the evidence.”

“If you insist on not watching…”

“Then let’s fight!”

The purple flas around the Extre Special Soldier burst into an instant blaze, its arms stretching out to the sides, palms wide open and facing upward.

“Rise— for— !”