Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 506 - 281: News from the Swordsmanship Club

(Congratulations to the new helmsman "Cool Uncle 1" and "That Trace of Sorrow, Who Can Understand"!)

Under the replay by the staff nearby, the scene Mu Fan had just sliced through was played again.

The two mechas faced each other in a tense standoff for a moment before the red Assault Warrior Mecha transmitted a phrase, "Goodbye."

The two mechas passed by each other.

"Red Cat" Jes stared intently at a detail on the screen and suddenly inhaled sharply in astonishment, "So that's how it is."

The freshman trainees below were frustrated, Dude, you could say something, what do you mean by 'so that's how it is'?

They had just seen that heart-stopping scene in the video replay, nothing more.

"High-frequency vibration," White Hair suddenly said, looking at the screen.

"It's high-frequency vibration."

Jes controlled the replay knob, slowly twisting it to the moment Mu Fan advanced, then slowed it down by five times and zoomed in.

That was when the audience below saw a phantom image of the Hot Melt Saber in the hands of the Assault Warrior?

"Combining the mecha's special mechanical structure with continuous high-frequency vibrations in the hands commanded by the control panel, transmitted to the weapon, it grants the weapon a special cutting ability. This skill is usually handled by high-tier Mechanical Masters and is extremely rare, not to mention in a combat scene where the slightest mistake could lead to total defeat."

"Now I only have one question in my mind—are we sure this isn't some Mechanical Master instructor but really a freshman?"

Jes' last sentence was genuinely filled with unbelieving admiration.

"Regarding this, I can tell you all that he is indeed a freshman; his Identity Card was just registered," Rachel appropriately took over the microphone and spoke the confirmed information, causing some to sigh in dismay.

Comparing oneself with others can indeed drive one to despair.

But, getting to know such an extraordinary expert in advance, wouldn't I be able to stride confidently across the academy in the future?

Many people had this thought, their eyes gleaming as they looked at the stage, waiting for Rachel to continue.

"You must all be very curious about our Trainee No. 04, so after Mu Fan exits the Virtual Cabin, shall we invite him up to the stage, shall we?"

"Yes!"

"Hurry up, can't wait any longer."

"Really want to see the true face of this super expert, wonder if he grew an extra pair of arms."

"I want to learn his cool charging technique."

"I wanna get with him!"

A male student shouted excitedly, only to suddenly find himself isolated from the crowd around him.

His peers looked at him with shocked eyes.

"Dude, I really didn't expect you to be like that..."

The male student then realized he had gotten carried away, quickly raising his hands and approaching his friends, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"Stop! Stand there! Don't come any closer!"

The atmosphere below had heated up to an extreme, as all the spectators around the front of the Mecha Club were waiting for the freshman to come to the stage.

White Hair solemnly looked away at his two friends and said, "My Fan is about to embark on the epic journey of showing off, Xiaoxi, is your camera ready?"

The photo-taking fanatic patted his chest, "Can't wait!"

"Good."

As the invasion battle ended, the lone-standing, crimson figure disappeared along with the debris on the ground.

This extraordinary assessment came to an end.

Hmm... Pulan Military Academy, with their exaggerated strength, helped Dingchuan Academy's Mecha Club launch a uniquely innovative recruitment combat assessment.

In a distant training hall of Pulan Battle Club at Pulan Military Academy,

Ding Cheng stormed out, feeling like his entire worldview had been overturned, "What the hell is all this, what has the world come to, am I really that bad!"

First, a rookie had burst in unexpectedly and ruined the Fighting Club's recruitment, now the mecha club's Strong Strike Teleportation Gate opened for an invasion battle intended to disrupt the other club's recruitment had utterly failed.

After slaughtering more than a dozen useless rookie mechas, in the end, their five mechas were wiped out by some newbie labeled No. 04.

This is freaking absurd.

Ding Cheng gloomily pushed past others and walked out without turning back.

The onlookers in the training hall fell into a deep silence, unable to believe what had happened.

Pulan Spear—Shang Qianxin, today had been defeated by a newbie mecha operator who hadn't even mentioned his name, only had a code number. This could make the campus headlines today.

However, unlike the others, two honest and tall young men were excited, whispering behind everyone else.

"Ha ha, Duke, I told you so."

"Yes, indeed, my brother, your intuition is always on point!"

"Thank you for your unwavering trust, I'll treat you to barbecue today."

"Really, Tyrone?"

"Really, we're leaving now!"

Thus, two goofy, tall youths happily left the training hall under the bewildered stares of those around them.

Who was responsible for recruiting these two clowns?

Didn't they check their IQ?!

They are completely nuts!

Tyrone and Duke's fellow students were plunged into deep confusion.

At that moment, a youth with a temperament cold as a blade, wearing the Pulan Mechanical Master uniform with a well-defined face, emerged from a nearby exclusive Mechanical Master's room.

The watching students all turned their gaze towards him, bearing looks of incomprehension.

"People outdo one another. Knowing shame is the beginning of courage, and I will apply to go to the front line for training. From today onwards, I hope everyone will make an effort again. The pride of us from Pulan must never be abandoned!" Shang Qianxin said this straightforwardly without any equivocation.

Then, he walked away with an upright posture.

The honor one loses, any excuses will seem pale. The best way is to retrieve it oneself!

And the quickest way is... to fight with one's life.

"Yes, senior!"

A spirit known as fighting will spread among the group of students.

The spirit of Pulan's military, unyieldingly strong!

...

When the battle here ended, the somewhat deserted entrance of the Swordsmanship Club also began its recruitment.

One hour later than other clubs.

Not because Bing Su got up late, but because yesterday Sister Xue Qingxue told her that practicing Sword Dao requires a heart that can withstand solitude.

So, the scheduled recruitment time was set an hour later than the standard.

Surprisingly, although the entrance was somewhat deserted, there were still some people, both male and female, waiting quietly.

About a dozen freshmen, aside from two or three quietly talking, the rest were standing quietly by the side.

It seemed like these people had been waiting for a long time.

"Not bad, this year's newcomers seem really promising."

Bing Su's ponytail swayed as her lovely face inadvertently attracted a batch of gazes.

But she ignored them, eating a Snow Lotus Fruit in her hand with relish, and then sitting behind the recruitment table appreciating their Swordsmanship Club's area.

"It's a bit small, huh, but who let our club's recruitment standards be so strict? Plus, with Sister Xue's icy nature, our poor Swordsmanship Club really..."

With a resigned sigh, Bing Su noticed a boy nearby who seemed to want to come over but hesitated and didn't move, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Bing Su, the president said it's your responsibility to manage this recruitment, but so far, you haven't yet arranged for people to conduct the Sword Dao assessment."

Bing Su tapped her cheek with a jade finger, "I arranged three people... ah, seems I forgot to tell them the time."

The boy was sweating bullets.

Sister, recruitment has already started for an hour!

"Look at how flustered you are, not professional at all. You should carry yourself like a senior in front of the newcomers."

Displeased, Bing Su glanced at the boy and took out her cute little Sky Communication device, scrolling through her contacts while chewing on the Snow Lotus Fruit, muttering to herself, "Can't possibly expect me to conduct the assessment, who should rescue the situation..."

"Oh, Mu Fan? Right, Sister mentioned him yesterday; he's free labor."

"I didn't plan on using you, but since it's an emergency, well, who let you be an honorary member~"

Thus, Bing Su tapped on Mu Fan's name, and the Sky Communication made the call.

Across more than five hundred meters from the Swordsmanship Club, under the shade of the Mecha Club's canopy, Mu Fan just got up from the Virtual Cabin.

To find a circle of people staring at him with wide eyes, not blinking.

Their staring made him uneasy.

"What's up?"

"Are you Mu Fan, the number 4 trainee just now?" a red-haired youth asked intensely.

"Um, yes."

Mu Fan nodded, puzzled, about to ask what was the matter when the Sky Communication in his hand suddenly started to vibrate.

So, he took out the Sky Communication and glanced at it.

Unknown number...

He looked up at the people in front of him with an 'I'll be just a minute' expression and answered the Sky Communication.

"Hello, who is this?"