Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 169 - 79: Blessed Emancipation (4th update, request for first subscription)

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"Did you see the third contestant?"

"Sure, what’s up boss?"

"What do you mean what’s up? You motherfucker, quickly calculate that guy’s speed just now! Is that even a human-achievable ejection speed?"

The supervisor from Taoyun Academy harshly slapped the young assistant, not knowing how such individuals ever got in.

"Instructor Zhou, watch your status!"

The devil-may-care instructor lifted his head, his face instantly softened, and he put on a smile.

"Supervisor He, I’ll listen to you."

And everyone else around from different academies couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.

Because that young man’s image, that had exploded and vanished in midair, was completely unobstructed, but the next scene made them all shut their mouths.

With a bang!

Mu Fan disappeared from his spot, Wu Jian and another only saw that man’s right fist smashing heavily into the ground, felt the ground tremble, and then there were no traces.

Where is he?

Almost simultaneously, with a twist of their hands, a myriad of black shadows, like fangs in the sky, turned back.

Behind them!

Their hearts continued to pound fiercely.

Mu Fan’s eyes, blood red and terrifying, had, with a single punch, allowed him to instantly appear behind the two.

Now that Wu Jian and his brother had turned around, they faced Mu Fan’s blood-colored eyes.

Those eyes!

Not cruelty towards life, but…

Indifference towards life!

Exchanging a glance, the two thrust their daggers through a mystical path; this time, they were determined not to let their opponent escape.

Mu Fan leaned forward, his hands suddenly stretching back diagonally while his veins and bones protruded, and his fingers began to continuously stretch.

Thumb, index finger, middle finger,

all pulled back to their limits, then the fingertips curled up.

"Too slow…"

Mu Fan finally uttered a phrase.

What?

The sound of daggers cutting through the air did not stop that sentence; both heard it.

What is he saying!

Too slow?

See if you think that when you’re in Hell! Go die!

As both unleashed their full strength, starting from their shoulders, their combat uniform tore apart.

Their clothing could no longer restrain the explosive power of their arms.

Pack of wolves attack, skeletons scattered everywhere!

Mu Fan paid no mind to their actions; his gaze was firmly locked on their throats, where there was a protrusion right after the Adam’s apple, perhaps the windpipe…

As the images in his mind came to a halt, with a heartbeat nearing 500 times per minute, blood was nearly washing away the last shred of Mu Fan’s rationality.

"Our clan does not fear death!"

…

"Born with dreams!"

…

"Heavens and earth are open everywhere!"

…

"Am I not the fiercest beast? Hahaha!!!"

As the last sentence emerged, Mu Fan suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filled with boundless boldness; his hands, pulled back to their limits, swept forward leaving only an afterimage.

Only two deep pits with a diameter of half a meter were left on the spot.

Too slow.

Within the thick blood-colored vision, those blade shadows seemed like fluttering willow catkins, and his hands only needed a slight shake to easily avoid them.

Though numerous, they were still too slow…

His arms, defying human anatomy with their ghostly bend and speed beyond human sight, even the monitors couldn’t clearly capture it.

Wu Jian and his companion clearly saw their daggers cutting into their opponent, even managing several dozen cuts within a mere second!

But why no physical sensation?

The figure vanished...

It was an afterimage!

When both were startled, they suddenly felt a warm touch on their Adam’s apples.

Then they heard a gentle sigh in their ears:

"Blessed... Emancipation."

Then the three fingers clutched on their throats exerted force simultaneously.

Crack.

A faint sound of the trachea bursting, both figures stood motionless as Mu Fan appeared ten meters behind them.

With his body straightening from a crouch, his fingers draped behind him bore two streaks of bright red.

With his back to Wu Jian and his partner, he lightened his movement and spread his hands, flicking gently.

Droplets of blood flew from his fingertips.

Hiss... Plop!

A mist of blood sprayed from the throats of the two behind him.

Their eyes were wide open, yet the light in them turned to a dead gray, like two rootless stakes falling heavily to the ground.

Mu Fan suddenly tilted his head to look forward, tens of meters in front of him appeared a person shivering all over.

Teeth chattering non-stop.

This was the third member of the loser’s group who was hundreds of meters behind the Wu Jian brothers, not expecting to arrive and witness the scene of their instantaneous deaths.

Then he saw Mu Fan’s eyes looking towards him.

What kind of eyes were they!

Cold, indifferent, deadly!

"Ah!!!" The candidate screamed in terror and then turned to run.

In front of such an opponent, the slightest desire to attack didn’t dare arise, not wanting to die a miserable death like Wu Jian.

Watching the fleeing figure quietly, Mu Fan did not chase.

Instead, he turned around, one step, two steps,

Walking past the bodies of Wu Jian and his partner,

Walking past the half cloak he had discarded,

He stomped the thrown dagger into the ground.

His heartbeat slowly returned to normal, the blood-colored vision gradually fading, Mu Fan shook his head as if remembering what he had just done, turned his head to look at the bodies for two seconds.

Then raised his head and ran forward.

...

Above the warship, both the academy sector and the military saw for the first time such a clear image of combat killing among candidates, a scene so brutally fierce.

The entire place fell into a bizarre silence at that moment.

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"Is... is this one of this year’s candidates?"

"Quick, fucking check their info! Find his temporary address and contact details!"

"Boss, I can’t see clearly..."

"Check the fighting skill he just used, are you an idiot? Get out!"

"..." The young assistant looked at his boss speechlessly; could you first tell me what fighting skill he used?

In the observation area of Bonar College, a high-ranking professor was watching the screen where the young man continued to run, suddenly speaking, "It’s a Federation’s unrecorded fighting skill, focus on this."

In Taoyun Academy, Supervisor He Tian instructed Instructor Zhou, "Prepare to make contact, from records, this young man has continuously broken boundaries, I have a premonition he’ll become the star of tomorrow."

Instructor Zhou reluctantly said, "Supervisor He, aren’t you valuing this young man too highly?"

Supervisor He, with a chilling look, turned his head, "Hmm?"

"I’m on it!"

In Dawn Academy, the senior observer, who was normally a chief lecturer within the academy, seemed to have the least regard for the Purple Jade Star examination site.

He had tried applying to the academy headquarters but was rejected.

The reason was simple, "We at Dawn only want the best, there are more elite candidates in other regions."

He had just witnessed the scene of Mu Fan instantly killing two people, unsure in his heart, knowing only two slots were truly for the elite, what to do?

Regarding Dingchuan Academy, Bald Ruan didn’t speak, and other observers didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

Seeing that the match was about to end, what was their boss’s attitude?

Rubbing his chin while still staring at the screen, Ruan Xiongfei chuckled lightly, "Kid, it looks like I can’t get you without playing my old tricks."

Everyone seemingly didn’t care about the two who had died, survival of the fittest; those who weren’t psychologically strong wouldn’t likely be sent out by the academies.

Running through the forests, Mu Fan had no idea his actions had been clearly seen by the crowd above in the sky.

He didn’t even know he was now in third place, he only knew, I must win, victory...

Victory!