Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 232 - 8: Hello, Senior Sister

With a shake of his arms, the luxurious and expensive coat slipped off and was casually tossed behind, where Paje hurried to catch it.

That was worth tens of thousands!

Mu Fan spread his legs.

His eyes had already locked onto the heavy fist roaring towards him with a majestic momentum.

Taber’s fist was like a heavy hammer, dragging dirt and boulders up from the earth.

Mu Fan stepped forward with his left leg while his right arm folded like an unwavering boulder, meeting the thunderous strike as if it could withstand the crushing pressure of a mountain flood.

Half Arm Guard!

Gao Baiyun, an elite student from the First Administrative District with a rather mature-looking face, furrowed his brows.

That move was far from perfect; the angle was all wrong!

Too much of his muscle was exposed.

But then there was a loud bang.

As the heavy fist smashed into Mu Fan’s folded arm, Gao Baiyun’s eyes bulged.

Because...

The muscle on his arm instantly caved in, retreating several centimeters.

But it sturdily caught Taber’s powerful blow.

The seven-ton strike, capable of piercing steel plates, made the ground beneath Mu Fan tremble, but his arm didn’t bend in the slightest!

The white shirt slowly sprang back after the hit.

Completely unharmed!

A silent smirk crossed Mu Fan’s lips.

This scene, how much it resembled when he had been a sparring partner for Wen Zheming on Loga Star.

If you want to fight, I’ll let you fight until you can’t move!

Taber instantly switched to a frenzied attack mode, throwing punch after punch like a violent storm.

In the ensuing seconds, with everyone watching in a daze, Mu Fan demonstrated what it meant to win people over with virtue...

Not by overpowering them with brute force like Taber!

How could that youth, who was a whole fist size smaller than Taber, withstand Taber’s fifty, no, that last attack was the fifty-first!

The stone slab under Mu Fan’s feet had already shattered into pieces.

Yet the white shirt remained tear-free.

Even Gao Baiyun, who hailed from a Martial Arts Hall, was at a loss for words.

This new student called Mu Fan had such incredible endurance!

Using the same patch of muscle, he took over fifty hits with the force equivalent to a level 22 strength strike!

Huff~ Huff~

Taber’s right hand, hanging at his back, trembled with exhaustion.

This kid!

He had painted himself into a corner!

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How had he taken so many heavy punches with just one move.

Watching the calm and composed look in Mu Fan’s eyes, Taber felt an anger that he couldn’t vent.

His hands stretched out diagonally downwards.

Taber paid no mind to the repeated notification tones of the arriving hover platform next to his ear.

His fingers splayed like knives.

With his feet crashing down, he stirred up a strong wind again.

This time, the current sliced through the air almost silently, but the sense of danger went up another level!

Mu Fan pulled his arm back, eyes glued on those claw strikes slicing through the air!

This move had taken down Xize in an instant.

Now, as the move reappeared, Xize’s eyes widened, the look in them fervent. He wanted to see Mu Fan taken down by the same move.

But just as Taber’s fingers were about to make contact with Mu Fan, a white light flashed by.

Mu Fan’s perception hadn’t even registered this sudden burst of white light, but his reflexes were faster than thought. His body stiffened suddenly, tilted backward, and his legs kicked against the ground.

He slid out half a meter parallel to the ground before flipping backward to land.

Mu Fan’s eyes were like a wolf’s. Who dared to interrupt his fight?

At the same time, a collective intake of breath rose from the surrounding crowd.

These youths and impostor young adults all focused their gaze on the white figure that had suddenly appeared between Mu Fan and Taber.

Even Paje, who had been holding the coat, widened his eyes like gongs, looking past Mu Fan to the figure in front of him.

A few of the youngsters, who were transfixed on the scene, suddenly flushed with a crimson tide, a manifestation of an excitement they could not contain.

Dozens of new students, their faces bruised and swollen from a thorough beating, quickly lowered their heads, yet they sneaked glances from the corners of their eyes.

The white-haired Slut Man Yin Shuai, who had been wearing a monocle, didn’t know where he pulled out a mirror from. He first checked his makeup on his face, then hastily adjusted his hairstyle, and after being satisfied, he lifted his head!

Because, appearing suddenly in the arena... was a stunning beauty!

And she was a flawless beauty, as if she had stepped right out of the light and shadows!

A sheathed longsword pressed down on a palm that had already dug five stone pits in the ground, its snow-colored patterns on the sword bridge and the ice tassels on the snow-white hilt all revealed the exquisite craftsmanship of the sword.

This weapon, which far favored aesthetics over practicality, managed to make Taber wince in pain from its strike.

Taber hadn’t looked up yet, but he knew who the sudden arrival was when he saw the sword’s sheath.

The president of the Dingchuan Academy Swordsmanship Club—Lu Qingxue!

Dressed in a snow-white, wide-sleeved swordsman’s outfit, her brows were slightly furrowed, her clear and cold eyes fixed on Taber, who was still pressed to the ground by the sword’s sheath and had yet to lift his head.

The only black in her attire was the Martial Path Belt of the same color as her shoulder-length hair, now tied at the back, making her jawline and neck appear even more delicate.

She looked like a serene and frosty Snow Lotus on an iceberg.

When Taber lifted his head, he saw her displeased gaze.

He was done for...

He couldn’t beat her!

Even the Fierce Wolf Taber didn’t dare to boast that he could engage in one-on-one combat with Lu Qingxue.

How could he run into Lu Qingxue here at the Triumphal Arch number seven!

The Swordsmanship Club was clearly at the sixth exit.

The two locations were a good ten kilometers apart.

As if seeing the question in Taber’s eyes.

Lu Qingxue finally spoke, her voice also carrying a chill, but to the hotblooded hearts of the young crowd present, it felt like suddenly soaking in cool spring water on a summer’s day, so comfortable.

Her voice chimed like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Today is the Sword Dao Exchange Day," she said concisely, not adding a single extra word.

He forgot; the seventh Triumphal Arch has always been the dedicated passage for external exchanges.

With a bitter expression on his face, Taber really wanted to slap himself twice. Being pinned to the ground by a woman in front of a hundred new students was utterly disgraceful after having been so arrogant before.

"Lu... Senior Sister, can you let me go?"

When Taber spoke, Mu Fan’s expression was a bit astonished.

This arrogant senior actually begged so meekly for mercy?

This beautiful woman was the senior sister of that boundary-pushing wild Taber?! Then that means she was their senior sister too, right?

There was such an attractive senior sister in Dingchuan Academy, and her beauty was not something that could be replicated with plastic surgery!

Countless young men’s hearts fell for her at this moment.

Lu Qingxue, still sparing with her words, asked:

"Why did you use an Execution Skill on a new student?"

With a loosening of the sword in her hand, Taber rolled quickly to his feet, clutching his right hand.

The arrogance was gone from his face; instead, he quickly explained, "I didn’t use any kill move at all; I just wanted to test the mettle of this core student."

After speaking, he gestured towards Mu Fan with his eyes and saw Lu Qingxue’s intimidating gaze finally move away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Only by facing off against this president of the Swordsmanship Club did he understand the terror!

This was a Martial Path Master who has unlocked the Spirit Lock, a personage at the Swordsmanship Grandmaster level...

Probably only within a Mecha would he not fear confronting such a high-level expert.

But where on earth could he get a Mecha now!!

"Are you the new core student of Ding Chuan?" Her voice was clear and cold but as melodious as falling jade beads.

Mu Fan’s face, previously calm with a touch of pride, softened as he nodded:

"New student Mu Fan."

"Third-year core, Lu Qingxue."

Mu Fan looked at the noble, tranquil, and peerless woman before him and revealed a shy smile:

"Nice to meet you, Senior Sister."

Third-year core...

Before the crowd had time to catch their breath, they directed their collective gaze toward Mu Fan, their furious looks saying it all—what a freaking pretender!

Where was that core student’s air of arrogance now!!??

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