Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Chapter 152

?Chapter 152: Chapter 62: Dark Right Foot?

Chapter 152: Chapter 62: Dark Right Foot?

“I’m about to make my move.”

The opponent had been friendly from the start, so he felt compelled to give a warning.

Thump-thump-thump, patting his own chest, Duke nodded his head naively.

Mu Fan’s right leg scraped across, then stomped down hard as his left leg swept back.

His left arm still hung quietly by his side, just assuming a minor stabilizing posture, while his right arm was held across his chest.

The aura around him began to climb.

Beneath the pants that no one could see, the muscles in Mu Fan’s legs exploded with terrifying force; he still lacked enough explosive power to break through the opponent’s defense.

Arm techniques weren’t effective.

No, except for the Chiseling Assassination.

But he didn’t want to use it under these circumstances, firstly because such deadly moves were forbidden in the competition and secondly because he had killed two snipers with the same move yesterday.

Now, there was only one move that could give him extraordinary explosive power.

That was…

A skill exclusive to the Diamond-level fighter from the Battle Net —

Half Moon Residual Wind!

Hmph.

Mu Fan’s right leg tensed again, causing a slight dent on the specially made platform.

Still generating power!

He arched his body, slowly pressing his center of gravity lower, as his opponent gave him ample time to gather strength.

Such a defenseless opponent was rare.

His aura burned intensely.

Duke also sensed the astonishing momentum of the young man in front of him, bracing for the full force of the impending strike.

Setting his stance firmly, Duke positioned his arms in a slanted defensive posture, his sturdy muscles tensed, his comical striped T-shirt no longer looking so dowdy.

As Duke barely started to shift his arms, Mu Fan suddenly lifted his right leg, unleashing an afterimage that kicked towards his opponent.

Duke locked his arms to block, and Mu Fan’s left leg once again whipped up, stepping on his opponent’s arm, almost standing on them.

Just as Duke was about to make his next move, Mu Fan swiftly withdrew his already kicked right leg, forcibly twisted his body, the muscles and bones issuing a squeaking noise of stir, and then like a black lightning streaking through the daylight, his entire body vaulted, his left leg pulled back and his right leg in the air twisted out a huge half-circle of dark afterimage.

Bang!

A loud impact as the black lightning struck the opponent’s shoulder.

Both froze simultaneously.

…

The scene fell silent.

Yes, because the visual effect of the move was simply too exaggerated.

Why hadn’t he ever heard of such a visually stunning and heavy leg technique before?

Some of the Observers, who prided themselves as walking encyclopedias, were at a loss for words, as their extensive database of fighting techniques contained nothing like this.

Such an unforgettable leg technique, if they had seen it before, they would undoubtedly have known.

Up high on the platform sat an officer with a Colonel’s insignias, his face always composed even during the most fierce moments, but upon seeing that move, a look of disbelief appeared…

Below the platform, silence lingered as some still reminisced about the move, but now the sounds from other Fighting Platforms began to grow clearer.

Among the crowd, Zhang Yuanren saw Mu Fan’s technique, his face clouding over.

Such a high-level move appearing repeatedly was unsettling.

Since arriving at Jilan, aside from the techniques learned later, it seemed none of Mu Fan’s moves were from traditional fighting archives.

If he won again, this youngster would be one step away from entering the top 100.

What bothered him was not just that, but the feeling of being out of control.

A sense of bafflement was quietly transforming…

Suddenly, a kid next to Zhang Yuanren kept clattering his teeth.

Click-click-click-click-click.

Is he sick?

Zhang Yuanren cast a disgusted look to the side.

Then he saw another candidate, his face filled with excitement, intently staring at the position of No.

1578, muttering to himself, and that was where the teeth clattering noise was coming from.

Really sick!

Zhang Yuanren was about to turn his head back when he heard that young man shout out excitedly.

“Dark Right Foot!”

What Dark Right Foot!

Coming up with such a ridiculous name.

Zhang Yuanren uninterestedly ignored him.

Many young ones around here also played on Battle Net, and upon hearing the first shout they finally confirmed their suspicions.

“Dark Right Foot” was actually candidate number 1578!

Hell, this joke’s gone too far.

Impossible, isn’t this supposed to be a military expert, how could it be a young boy?

Though few knew this name, before the word spread further, the two on the platform had moved again.

Mu Fan slowly withdrew his right foot and stood firm.

Duke opposite him had an expression of stunned disbelief.

Mu Fan frowned as he observed his opponent; he had deliberately missed the head and kicked the shoulder.

The force of that strike, in his perception, was likely far greater than his punching power.

But…

Probably, others had no idea how outrageously powerful this rustic-looking tall boy was.

For the first time, his leg had been completely blocked!

Duke’s neck suddenly twisted, his eyes fixed on the spot on his shoulder.

His right hand reached over, clasped his arm, and with a ka sound, lifted it, causing a bone-joint sound at the shoulder.

Then the naive young man moved his left arm, looked at Mu Fan with admiration, and said loudly,

“You are the first one to dislocate me!”

Mu Fan felt like his heart was being mercilessly crushed by countless heavy punches.

Just a dislocation?

Mu Fan lowered his head to look at his right leg, confirming that he had just used his full strength.

But it was only a dislocation!

“Quick, use your famous techniques!

Where’s your Foot Kill Throw, your Empty Sand Dust?”

Below the platform, the several candidates who identified Mu Fan as the Dark Right Foot were desperate.

Unfortunately, they didn’t know Mu Fan had only seen a video and used this move once.

What to do?

Could he only resort to that exceedingly brutal Chiseling Assassination?

No, absolutely not.

“Is your left hand injured?”

Just as Mu Fan’s thoughts were intensely conflicted, he suddenly heard the question from across him.

Hm?

He noticed my injury.

Mu Fan looked up at his opponent but saw no other intention in the young man’s eyes.

He nodded but said nothing.

Duke was still rubbing his left shoulder, staring at Mu Fan’s left hand.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his hand.

“Referee, I concede!”

The whole arena was shocked.

Mu Fan was also stunned; he had considered every possibility, even prepared to fight another all-out battle, but he had never expected this turn of events from his opponent.

“Why?”

He had clearly seen his injury, and though it temporarily was not effectively harming him, with his astonishing stamina, it was very likely he himself wouldn’t last.

“That move was awesome, and you before were awesome too—I hope someone like you can go further.

I’m heading to the loser’s bracket.

We will meet again for sure, good luck!” said the tall young man as he turned around, flashing a clean, naive smile.

A smile so pure and guileless, yet it moved Mu Fan, who was always on guard against the world, in that instant.

Thank you…

We’ll definitely meet again!

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PS: Thanks to bookmate “Swirling Pot” for the 350 coin reward!

Thanks to “Yan Dance Wind Slant” for 200 coins!

Thanks to “Beautiful New Window” and “Alien Tribe Chief” each for 100 coins!

Thanks to “Ping Ping (1)” for the 40 coin reward!

Thanks to “That Trace of Sorrow, Who Can Understand”, “Waiting for Apricot Fall”, “Waiting for Time”, “Occupying One of Her Aliases”, “Soviet Armored Infantry” each for the 10 coin reward!