Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 112 - 22 Thousand Fierce Rain

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Inside the room, Mu Fan had already finished the second round of twenty luxury meals and had no idea what kind of expression Sampuje had outside.

Anyway, Mu Fan let out a satisfied burp!

A 30,000 Star Coin lunch was simply... the epitome of indulgence. Perhaps Young Master Harry had never eaten like this in his life.

After Mu Fan had eaten his fill, he immediately put on his helmet, excited to report his newfound insights to the Fighter.

As he entered in a familiar way, Mu Fan saw the Fighter standing there, and he suddenly had the urge to step forward and ask.

Instructor, don’t you need to eat?

The Fighter, pacing in the black shadows, saw Mu Fan and gave a sly smile from under his cloak, tossing a short stick, then spun the metal short stick in his hand violently toward him.

Mu Fan had just caught the short stick when he saw the weapon already swinging toward him, brutally leaving no room for retreat.

The feeling of his scalp tingling erupted, and Mu Fan instinctively entered the Dark Breath state, his palm’s short stick spinning sharply and then lifting.

The two sticks met above Mu Fan’s head by over ten centimeters, both spinning at high speed, crashing into each other harshly.

Sizzle! Sparks vaguely burst forth in the darkness. Mu Fan felt his right arm was almost unable to support it, but he successfully blocked this attack.

The Fighter withdrew his strike and stood with an appreciative green glow flickering under his cloak.

"Not bad, did you practice during your absence?" the Fighter pointedly asked.

"Yes, I’ve used it once in reality. Its power was even greater than I imagined, and it felt more natural than performing it in Battle Net. However, it requires a higher demand on my muscles," Mu Fan honestly shared his feelings.

"Very good, mentioning this shows you’ve grasped the essence of the First Stage."

"But, Instructor, why does it feel like something is missing at critical points?" Mu Fan inquired again.

"Something missing? Heh," the Fighter’s hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement.

"You’re too curious, kid. It’s not time yet." The Fighter still didn’t offer much explanation, then placed the short stick on Mu Fan’s shoulder like lightning, pressing him so he couldn’t move.

"Enough with the nonsense," the Fighter indicated that Mu Fan’s top priority now was to master these Martial Arts Skills as quickly as possible.

"Understood." Mu Fan knew the Fighter Instructor was cold on the outside but warm on the inside and respectfully nodded.

"Very well, next I’ll teach you the Second Stage, Redemption Thousand Fierce Rain! Watch closely."

A sense of slaughter suddenly seeped out, and Mu Fan had a bad premonition.

The Fighter Instructor’s fingers sequentially touched the short stick, gripping it with a peculiar posture. Then Mu Fan saw the Fighter Instructor flash to a spot ten meters away in an instant.

His right hand, like a bow drawn to its limit, pointed the stick’s tip directly at him, with his left hand supporting the back of the right palm, half-squatting.

Energy spread throughout his body.

Mu Fan’s eyes watched as the Fighter’s silhouette gradually faded, and his senses perceived the energy gradually disappearing, yet the sense of crisis intensified.

Two green glows lit up under the cloak!

Then the stick’s tip in the Fighter’s hand split into ten, ten into a hundred, again dividing like scattered stars as fierce rain swept in violently with the wind!

Mu Fan felt all routes of retreat were sealed. The stick’s tip, full of endless killing intent, traced raindrop paths across the entire space in his vision.

But this rain bore the breath of death.

There was no escaping it.

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Ten meters arrived in the blink of an eye.

Mu Fan exerted force with two fingers, the short stick spinning rapidly, muscled contorting as a stick wind blade wheel formed, then slashed. He aimed to carve out a space for survival using the Fanatic Cutting blade wheel.

A mighty force surged in!

When Mu Fan’s weapon and those raindrop incarnations made contact, he realized he had grossly underestimated the attack.

His blade wheel only cut a thin strip of space, then the ubiquitous raindrops pounded on him.

In one second, countless shadows of sticks pierced through his body, then simultaneously retracted instantly.

The Fighter stood silently.

Mu Fan’s body was riddled with holes.

A grimace marked Mu Fan’s face, but he couldn’t even muster the movement for his facial muscles. His eyes, filled with astonishment and unwillingness, dimmed as he fell to the ground.

As the mist of light dispersed, he was reborn.

Mu Fan panted heavily. The oppressive moment just now had been too intense. Even using a First Stage Skill from the Redemption Seventh Stage, he struggled to fend it off. The sensation of the short stick piercing through his body was excruciating. The feeling of his muscles being stabbed by a stick’s tip with terrifying kinetic energy, forming circular holes all over his body, happened repeatedly. With a single strike, muscles tore, bones shattered.

But soon, a light in Mu Fan’s eyes brightened, signifying the Fighter would teach him this move.

Sure enough, seeing the light in Mu Fan’s eyes, the Fighter’s mouth slightly lifted: "Thousand Fierce Rain, the sole Wrecking Technique in the Redemption Seventh Stage. Break through a surface by focusing at a point, utilizing the augmented state of Dark Breath, concentrate the body’s entire strength at one point, then unleash it, eyes closed."

Mu Fan nodded.

The Fighter again extended his hand, pressing it against Mu Fan’s head.

Information flowed, and Mu Fan saw a complete set of complex exertion models, amounting to hundreds of variations that had to be completed in less than a second. More than half of the muscles in his body had to be engaged. If not for Dark Breath, achieving it would be nearly impossible.

Mu Fan began to try, but this attempt lasted until midnight.

At the front desk, Su Xiaomi was still puzzled over why that glutton hadn’t ordered another meal. How could someone who ate so much skip dinner?

Could it be he had changed his ways?

Completely wrong.

Mu Fan’s eyes were already bloodshot. He’d been practicing for twelve hours in the PO Battle Net, dismissing hunger and fatigue. The difficulty of Thousand Fierce Rain was half a level higher than Fanatic Cutting. He felt that only by operating his Dark Breath to its utmost could he achieve seventy percent of what the Fighter Instructor required.

Still not enough!

Mu Fan felt that if he could reach the remaining thirty percent, it would make all the difference.

As time quietly pointed to two o’clock in the morning, the Fighter Instructor had been watching the kid for over twelve hours.

During these twelve hours, he practiced from the basics, again and again, without any complaints or laziness. What the Fighter saw in Mu Fan was a perseverance and determination that made him extremely satisfied.

Seeing Mu Fan’s actions start to go off course, the Fighter Instructor suddenly spoke: "Stop, today’s training ends here. Your mental state is starting to decline."

"I can still go on!" Mu Fan, fully absorbed, didn’t stop.

"This state isn’t conducive to practice. Go rest, and then tomorrow you can attempt real combat," the Fighter Instructor said solemnly, watching Mu Fan’s back.

The short stick in hand spun rapidly, with two green glows abruptly soaring at either end, evolving into two green blades, slicing into a circle of light as the shaft whirled. Mu Fan, still practicing, didn’t notice the situation behind him.

Squinting at Mu Fan in front of him, the Fighter pulled back his arm, the green Ghost Energy surging drastically.

Raising the stick, diagonal pull, raise, retract.

A green half-moon energy blade unexpectedly detached from his body.

Mu Fan, in mid-execution of Thousand Fierce Rain, barely sensed something was wrong before his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Battling Mu Fan was slashed obliquely in two by this green blade, collapsing, dispersing.

Then Mu Fan found himself forcibly ejected from Base 341 by the system.

Alright, it seemed listening to the Instructor wasn’t optional. Before dying, he’d been flamboyantly killed once more, and Mu Fan made a wry face.

Log off!

Lying on his bed, Mu Fan gazed quietly at the ceiling, pondering.

Who should I find for real combat tomorrow?

Where is the breakthrough opportunity for Thousand Fierce Rain?

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