Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 431 - 206: The Lonewolf Family is Heartbroken (4th Update)

Mu Fan knew the enemy’s tactics, but he had no way to shoot those things down.

His only ranged attack was the Jet Iron Fist.

Hitting enemies within fifty meters was feasible, but firing at the sky like a High Altitude Gun would be a joke.

The cannon fire continued to roar down, just as Mu Fan finished his thoughts.

Was he scared stiff?

No, he was merely thinking, in all honesty, the thing Mu Fan feared the least in mecha combat was various ranged firepower.

Chaotic Zigzag Step!

With the swinging of his arms and interweaving steps, the mecha began to move.

A finger flitted across the control console, pure Step Skill, which was a mecha movement that a Body Coordination Device simply couldn’t replicate.

The stationary “Wild Boar” suddenly charged on the spot.

First a strange advance, then a left jump, a right jump, a stop-and-charge, a bounding leap!

So before Lange and the others, on the ground within the UAV’s field of view, the mecha danced an elusive dance.

Boom, boom!

The cannon fire exploded fiercely, scorching a vast tract of land, but the mecha was untouched.

“Damn it, I want to report this, he’s just a humanoid cheater!” Lange’s heart was bleeding now.

Encountering such a humanoid exploit, he could already imagine Lem’s miserable fate.

Not appearing on radar must mean hiding at the very edge of the map.

Mu Fan’s judgment was precise; as the mecha entered the Chaotic Zigzag Step mode, it spelled the tragic fate of the “Cannon King.”

Cannon fire continued to whiz by, but each time it landed behind Mu Fan.

When Lem saw the wildly charging, freakishly agile mecha, he hastily tried to shoot at a flat trajectory.

At this moment, Mu Fan was ready to try a new move he’d thought up—Flying Shield.

The Retractable Shield suddenly expanded, then slid into his palm. Stepping and twisting, and then with a fierce full-powered output from the engines, the expanded shield was flung fiercely by Mu Fan from a distance of over 200 meters.

Then, the mecha sidestepped to dodge Lem’s close-range cannon fire.

Clang!

The rapidly spinning Flying Shield, at an odd angle, slashed fiercely into the chest of “Cannon King.”

Even with its sturdy legs for support, the mecha still toppled backward, its cannons just released but flying upward into the sky.

The ferocious Wild Boar stepped right on top of the downed mecha, its crimson fists raised high.

Bang, bang, bang…

Sid, who had just entered, could no longer bear to watch; just a glance made him realize how lucky he had been in his last round.

And those four poor kids all looked at Lange.

The message was clear: “Big brother, didn’t you say your routines were solid and a sure win?”

Lange made eye contact with them and gritting his teeth said, “My Brother Wolf’s tactics are always solid, next round ‘Hook Lock,’ get ready!”

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In the end, Lem, filled with endless resentment, got his mecha blown to pieces by the fist of the Wild Boar that was bigger than his own face.

At that moment, Mu Fan felt as if he were possessed by a War God.

Yes, he felt he should thank that “Lonewolf Teaching” family or whatever…

Such nice people, virtually giving him one-on-one lessons.

Mu Fan could feel their earnest effort!

So, Mu Fan clicked to rank again, and the player “Lonewolf Teaching no. 03” also entered the game.

A super-heavy 180mm Particle Hand Cannon, along with a close-range Hook Lock, matched with the powerful mechanical arm and the Melting Furnace, the moment the Hook Lock pulled the mecha in, it would have to endure the damage from a hand cannon thicker than the barrel of a cannon.

Hit by one shot in the cockpit means instant death.

Not many people played this mecha, it was one of Lange’s tricks…

As long as he ambushed well, entering close-quarters fighting conditions, the enemy would have no escape and could be pulled in instantly.

That would be a sure win.

He had already taught the creepy camping spots of many maps to the third student named Vic.

“May extraterrestrial beings bless you.”

As Vic prepared to enter the fray with righteous resolve, Lange thought these sincere words in his heart.

Two little buddies deeply shaken, plus two freshmen filled with trepidation about the future, and finally including the “big shot” Lange, these five people stared solemnly at the screen.

Match successful, opponent [Shura]!

Everyone: …

Lange slapped his thigh hard as he stood up and cursed: “Fucking hell!”

Sid and Lem, however, took pleasure in the misfortune, not wanting to keep such luck to themselves.

Meanwhile, Vic, already resigned to his fate, stood on the bridge on the other side of this cliff map, readying to hook his opponent the moment they appeared and then let go…

That way, his opponent would fall straight down to their death.

Yes, his trick was that straightforward, but Brother Wolf had said this trick was… solid!

Hopefully, it would hold up…

Vic quietly hid behind the rock.

Mu Fan, seeing that [Lonewolf Teaching 03] ID, already had no temper left. He had decided to add the other as a friend later, to keep in touch often.

He felt that such bizarre mechas were no less extraordinary than his own iron ball and ostrich.

Now, he just needed to continuously familiarize himself with various mechas, clearly all of which the opponent could satisfy!

This cliff map resembled the scene from planet 131 when he encountered the Cliff Worms.

He also wondered how it was going over there, how the construction of the Shadow Base was progressing. After training, he should ask Black for an update on this information.

As he pondered, the road ahead remained a winding path.

With only the yellow-brown cliffs in sight, Mu Fan gathered his thoughts and extended his shield.

“Rest assured, Vic’s Hook Lock precision has been practiced many times. He will definitely win this time!”

Lange’s impassioned speech left the four trainees unmoved.

Now they only believed their own eyes.

[Wild Boar] appeared!

Damn, there he was!

The crowd both inside and outside the arena erupted, and Vic’s hand trembled as he quickly pressed the button.

A 20-meter-wide abyss—if he just managed to snag the opponent, it’d be a death sentence!

Mu Fan was already on high alert when the red dot and the chain appeared at the same time, and he promptly placed the shield in front of him.

A great force pulled from the other side.

Huh?

Mu Fan pressed the jet button on his left arm.

And so…

The Retractable Shield, along with the [Wild Boar]’s left arm that had been forcibly hooked by a strong electromagnetic force and the nano hook chain, were yanked across.

Clang!

[Hook Lock] cradled the shield, now stretched to over four meters wide, along with the fist behind it, and blankly stared at the mecha opposite, which the Jet Iron Fist’s momentum combined with the chain’s pulling force had firmly pinned against the cliff.

The two mechas now stared at each other, 20 meters apart.

Brother Wolf had never told him this chain also had a dismemberment feature.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Mu Fan’s forehead.

The mecha on the other side was too malicious. If he hadn’t detached quickly, he would have been done for.

At this moment, Vic also realized what was going on and hurriedly decided to throw away that damn shield!

Throw it and hook again!

So Vic made a move he would regret; he let go of the shield.

Then, Mu Fan suddenly discovered that he could control the Jet Iron Fist.

So he reeled the fist back in.

At that point, the second hook chain shot out straight towards him.

As if the mecha on the other side had thrown out the shield and hooked it back itself, Mu Fan saw the Retractable Shield being pulled back by the opponent in mid-air.

What the hell?

If White Hair were here, he would surely utter an incredibly insightful word.

MDZZ!

That was exactly how Mu Fan felt right now, and he no longer planned to use the bridge nearby.

Didn’t he still have another Jet Iron Fist?

The right arm slowly lifted, aiming at the face of the mecha opposite.

“Fire!”

Bang! Caught off guard, [Hook Lock] was punched in the face and pressed hard against the cliff.

“Retrieve.”

“Fire!”

“Retrieve.”

…

Onscreen, his companion’s mecha was nearly smashed into the rocks, and the scene with shrapnel and stone flying everywhere made the four tender newbies cover their faces, unable to watch any longer. Lange, his heart aching, held his abdomen.

All he wanted to say now was that his liver hurt…