Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 621: 394: Flee Without Fighting (3rd Update)

Chapter 621: Chapter 394: Flee Without Fighting (3rd Update)

Fat Brother thought he was blocking his face to go operate a cha…

Just now, hadn’t White Hair’s eyes scread “Sweeping everyone in my path”?

How did it suddenly change to “Holy crap, that’s aweso”!

Damn your brother-in-law…

How could that be used as a slogan?

Damn it, betraying your own teammates!

When Fat Brother tried to crouch and cover his face, he noticed the guy next to him, similarly bulky and with language skills at Max level, Black, was watching White Hair with sparkling eyes, then looked at him and gave a thumbs up!

“Bro, you guys’ slogan is tough.”

Tough your uncle…

Fat Brother just wanted to get out of there now having seen team betrayal, but never soone who betrayed like White Hair!

Crap, what do you an by looking at after saying that?

Seeing White Hair’s inexplicable smile directed at him, Fat Brother completely flopped.

The special seating section of the Ran Family was gleaming; he finally showed an interested expression, and if one got close enough, one could hear his excited mumbles.

“It must be a relic weapon!”

A hand clenched quietly.

Exactly, only a relic weapon could possess such nurous abnormal features.

Even the Interstellar cha Association couldn’t manufacture a weapon of this caliber.

Mysterious engine, mysterious cha…

No wonder he got excited after hearing that rumor before the competition, Loki Heavy Industries, tsk tsk.

With a slight sigh, Ran Family continued to seek his target, those debut pieces of black technology, always the relentless pursuit of a High Tier Ace.

The Extre Special Soldier continued to run; the recent battle hadn’t caused any physical damage to the cha Body, only depleted its energy reserves.

Mu Fan began estimating the energy needed for upcoming battles and shouted, “Black.”

“Present.”

“If we need to conduct a shooting battle, how much energy should we reserve?”

Mu Fan had to plan out the engine power distribution thoroughly, as this was a group battle map where fights could break out at any mont.

“With my impeccable shooting skills, just keeping ten percent should do. Mu Fan, let tell you, my shooting skills are no joke…”

Can’t you stop bragging?

Mu Fan’s face darkened, automatically filtering out Black’s boastfulness, his eyes moving back and forth between the optical lens and the combat screen.

The closer he got to the Iron Throne, the greater the chances of encountering other chas.

Now he began subconsciously maneuvering the cha through uninhabited areas to decrease the likelihood of being attacked by other chas.

The black Extre Special Soldier, holding a long spear, passed through dense forests, over hills, along river banks, and through valleys strewn with rocks.

Yet its target remained so clear, fixed firmly in one angle to the southeast.

“System notification: cha ‘Sky-splitting Bird’ has captured Throne 19, current points: 1.”

Mu Fan glanced at the combat screen, calculating the distance; it was still under a hundred kiloters, but soon he would have to pass near other Thrones.

The terrain was becoming considerably rougher and steeper.

The Extre Special Soldier couldn’t levitate and had to slow down, exiting its supersonic state, and Mu Fan’s approach wasn’t as startling as before.

Three purple dots were very obvious on the combat screen.

Throne 17, Throne 15, Throne 19!

In terms of straight-line distance, from nearest to farthest, these were the positions of the three Thrones, and to reach Throne 19, he definitely had to pass Thrones 17 and 15.

Soon, the optical lens of the Extre Special Soldier revealed a towering canyon, which coincidentally overlapped with the location of Throne 17.

Mu Fan realized what was going on and started controlling the Extre Special Soldier to move towards the higher terrain of the hilltop.

When the cha Body appeared at the peak of the hill, four red dots instantly appeared on the screen, one of which was isolated from the others—it must have been the cha that had already taken the throne. The remaining three were likely gearing up to attack the throne.

Through the optical lens, those three chas weren’t hiding; instead, they were positioned in three different directions near the canyon, in a barely perceptible standoff.

Noticing this scene, Mu Fan silently calculated, and the Extre Special Soldier started charging down from the hilltop at full speed.

The three ch chs noticed the movent not far off on the hilltop, and the tension escalated once again as they all turned to look at the black shadow charging toward them.

All weapons were unlocked, but as they braced for a fearso encounter, the black cha rely streaked past them at high speed toward the distance.

Not here to seize the throne?

Or seeing the three of them, did he give up decisively?

The three chas looked toward the direction where the Extre Special Soldier was heading, which was indeed throne 15, and couldn’t help but think it laughable.

Didn’t this chanical Master check the announcent system? Who had taken over throne 15 wasn’t even noticed; with the Blue Dragon Blade Machine stationed there, probably no one dared to stay at the entrance of the canyon.

No chanical Master wished to have themselves and their cha Body smashed to bits.

The Blue Dragon Blade Machine was certainly not a force to be reckoned with—an utter underdog.

Thus, after confirming Mu Fan’s departure, the three chas re-entered the standoff phase; they needed a clear rule to determine the challenge order.

Mu Fan’s action naturally drew puzzled reactions from the audience watching the Extre Special Soldier, as the previous competition for throne 17 involved four chas, two rated AAA and two AA, which were evidently weaker than the upcoming opponents.

Yet, the Extre Special Soldier, upon seeing this, chose to flee without fighting.

What a disappointnt for the supporters!

It’s safe to say that among the 71 chas eligible to compete, many had their own fans, and the Extre Special Soldier, despite being largely unknown, had finally caught everyone’s attention after a series of stunning performances through its enigmatic technology.

Now, these fans’ comnts were relentlessly refreshing in the live broadcast room, catching the attention of so.

Yes, fleeing without fighting was not the style of the Extre Special Soldier?

The upcoming throne belonged to the Blue Dragon Blade Machine; don’t tell us you are going to challenge the third-seed contestant, A versus S-, that’s plainly suicidal.

But Mu Fan couldn’t hear them now, nor could he see their reactions.

Soon, they saw the Extre Special Soldier really approaching throne 15.

This should be good!

Because above the entrance of the canyon at number 15 stood a cha Body entirely in azure blue, bearing a Super Long Katana on its back that spanned longer than its body, with a massive triangular wing hanging behind the blade.

Its unique design was unforgettable.

Xu Cangqi, within the Blue Dragon Blade Machine, naturally saw the cha charging toward his position, his face expressionless, the whole cha standing proudly as ever.

Throughout the competition, the only opponents worth battling for him were the other four in the top five.

Unfortunately, these seeds were not destined to et in the throne competition.

A fleeting glance swept over the Extre Special Soldier, and a smirk appeared on his face.

Finally, a cha had co to his canyon, making things a bit less boring.

Flexing his wrist, Xu Cangqi had already swiftly adjusted his body, waiting for the black cha to rush over and challenge him.

Indeed, the Extre Special Soldier rushed over…

Mu Fan rely glanced at the daunting Blue Dragon Blade Machine and then his gaze landed on the deserted canyon entrance.

Not a trace of any cha having been there…

And so, as the Extre Special Soldier thundered ahead with a high-frequency pace, it reached the corner, ready to turn and initiate challenge mode without any disturbance the next second.

However, the Extre Special Soldier did not slow down, continuing to race forward.

This interruption caused many viewers, who were anticipating a fierce conflict, to suddenly freeze in excitent.

“Shoot, it’s like you’ve got us all undressed just to show us this?”

“Refund the live room! What, I didn’t pay? Nevermind, forget I said anything.”

Yet, so keen observers noticed the slight nuances in the action of the Extre Special Soldier.

“This cha doesn’t seem to be fleeing; it appears its initial aim… was throne 19!?”