[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy":3,"chapter-mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-chapter-133":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},734831,972,"Chapter 133","mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-chapter-133",133,"\u003Cp>Chapter 133: Chapter 43 Battle 208?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 133: Chapter 43 Battle 208?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Editor: Noodletown Translations “`\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fighting platform began to continuously showcase breathtaking contestants, Wang Nuonuo, in the semicircular suite mid-air, was nearly unable to maintain her ladylike demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s so interesting about a bunch of men brawling and killing each other!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, mecha battles are far more exciting, but unfortunately, there aren’t any.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a pity that Miss Wang never considers her own misdeeds on the PO Battle Net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her notorious title is so well-known one could swagger across the forums with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Wang Nuonuo had earned herself a new nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Magnificent Muscle Maiden!” This top-tier title was crowned upon her after a certain battle video went viral!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, Wang Nuonuo hadn’t visited the forum recently and was unaware of her illustrious fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, she was idly toying with her playful hair tips, winding them around her fair fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boring, boring, boring…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nuonuo, Yuan Ren is about to take the stage, don’t you want to take a look?” Suddenly, Wang Nuonuo heard her grandfather calling, and she looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zongyao and Old Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wangji were standing together, chatting and laughing, both smiling at her now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that detestable Zhang Yuanren going to perform?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have no interest in watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, one must commend Miss Wang’s acting skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I must watch Brother Yuan Ren’s heroic demeanor,” she exclaimed with a surprised yet slightly joyous expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Nuonuo stood up gracefully, stepping over with her long, beautiful legs beside Wang Ji, and looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it finally my turn?” Zhang Yuanren clenched and unclenched his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, seeing Mu Fan in the spotlight made him unhappy, and after that, several outstanding contestants emerged, causing a stir in the fighting arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the outcome he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it lacking a sensational scene now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let it start with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up at the mid-air, he believed there must be a considerable number of people watching him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curled slightly as Zhang Yuanren walked towards Platform No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1, aiming to overturn everyone’s impression of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confidence didn’t lie in his no longer impressive level-18 physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it was his long-hidden peak level-19 strength and three never-before-seen above B+ level fighting skills!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing firmly, Zhang Yuanren raised his head slightly, gazing at the opponent in front of him, whose wrists were wrapped with special fighting cloth bands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seemed to be a unique fighting skill from a remote small planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Particularly known for close-range grappling, but their real killing move was in the legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unpredictable footwork trick, at times, was the genuine underhanded trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observing the expectant look in his opponent’s eyes, Zhang Yuanren flashed a mocking smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you one hand,” he lightly threw out the words, really placing his left hand behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-skinned young man’s face changed, eyes flaring with anger as a violent punch flew directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is Yuan Ren holding one hand behind his back?” Wang Ji asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he’s confident in himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also have confidence in my son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s continue watching,” Zhang Zongyao said with a chuckle, hearing which Wang Nuonuo secretly pursed her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanren was intent on establishing his prestige this time, his eyes grew cold, revealing a violent gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right palm fingers suddenly clumped together, fingertips inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as the dark-skinned youth’s fierce punch approached, he turned into a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent’s heavy punches landed entirely in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the young man’s capabilities were not limited to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wrist fighting cloth suddenly stirred up a peculiar whirlwind, and the speed of the punches soared again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here it came, humph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanren’s eyes focused on the opponent’s legs, suddenly his eyes widened!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right elbow swayed, then his hand blade split into four phantom strikes: a knock, a slash, a blunt hit, and a grind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the opponent’s flying figure thudded kneeling onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bones in both legs surprisingly snapped apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-skinned youth’s face was full of agony, unable to comprehend what happened in that split second, now with sharp pains in his legs making him unable to move at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humph, Eight-step Inch Strike!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unleashing half of an A-level fighting skill on you is a cheap move indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanren watched the person with a cruel expression, suddenly reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s he going to do?” someone gasped, seeing Zhang Yuanren’s movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grasping the opponent’s neck, Zhang Yuanren watched as the dark-skinned face before him grew red with struggle, opening his mouth softly, “Beg for mercy, and I’ll spare your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-skinned young man suddenly stopped moving, staring at Zhang Yuanren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mouthful of blood-spattered spit was flung onto Zhang Yuanren’s face, the dark-skinned youth laughed heartily, only that with his throat choked, only a hoarse sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanren’s expression turned cold, looking as if at a dead man, clenching the neck suddenly, he tossed it upwards and then turned in mid-air with a powerful kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-skinned young man’s backward-flying body left a trail of blood as it crashed heavily below the platform, life and death unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waste.” Zhang Yuanren flicked his right hand and then left the platform with his hands behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, people nearby avoided looking at him, this person was simply too ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-air, Wang Nuonuo did not want to watch anymore, using the excuse of feeling unwell to sit back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zongyao, however, happily chatted with the unperturbed Wang Ji, their minds truly unknown to each other now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over there, Mu Fan hadn’t noticed what was happening, watching Eli achieve final victory despite sustaining injuries after a scuffle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours had passed by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, with the major’s announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first round of competition is over, losers please exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remaining contestants will continue to the second round.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was abuzz, not even a moment of rest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the military had no intention of explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you couldn’t do it just leave, no one would stop you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion subsided after a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The major, expressionless, looked at the crowd, stating only: “The second round begins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people’s electronic tokens began to vibrate, yet now none bore the relaxed expression from earlier, replaced by solemnity and concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some hadn’t recovered from a gruelling battle; others had just finished their previous battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, none wanted to be the first called, for the later entrants had more rest time, a relative advantage indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you just finished the first fight and immediately entered the second, that would be the most tragic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli and Paje anxiously awaited notification, but at that moment, Mu Fan’s electronic token suddenly vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the electronic broadcast sounded throughout the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Number 208 versus Number 1578, Platform 43.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the first number, both Paje and Eli looked up simultaneously, staring intently at Platform 43 within the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t forgotten, Phil was the one beaten beyond recognition, life or death unknown on that platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was Number 1578?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, they saw Mu Fan, who had been quietly seated, stand up and calmly walk toward the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How unfortunate, going up in the first round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling Mu Fan’s number from the last round, the two exchanged glances, eyes wide open together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Fan, Number 1578.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Thanks to the readers “Soft Rippling Water,” “Artistic Lyrics Fu Ren Xiaowei,” “Wayward Traveler,” “Reader 160402144551734,” “Huang Xiaoyan,” “No Wind, Only Wounds” for the 100-coin tips!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to readers “Soviet Armored Infantry,” “C Big Qi” for the 20-coin, and “Waiting for Time,” “Reader 160131120433774,” “HORNTAIL,” “Revelling without Drinking,” “Void Transmutation” for the 10-coin tips!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(There are actually girls reading this book, the author feels very happy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haha)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“`\u003C\u002Fp>",1301,"2026-06-02T11:22:32.781Z",1,"novelbin.me","f75e3e3c0d47dde6368369eb078b874c35ab889014587334521c4d2122213571","mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-chapter-134","mech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-chapter-132",1586,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmech-shattering-of-the-galaxy-cover.jpg"]