Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 422 - 197: A Face of Blood (Congratulations Alliance Hierarch Tadashi)

It seemed he had agreed at that time.

Mu Fan’s free right hand touched his nose, “Right now?”

“Yes,” Lu Qingxue nodded calmly, her eyes carrying a faint glimmer of combativeness.

“Alright,” Mu Fan replied.

Upon hearing his response, Lu Qingxue turned and strode away, her smooth black hair swinging behind her, resting quietly on the pristine white Swordsman’s clothes.

“Come with me.”

Mu Fan once again looked at the travel bag in his hand and stepped forward to follow.

About ten seconds after they left the classroom, everyone else came to their senses.

“Does anyone know what they just talked about? Why did they both have such deadpan expressions?”

“Anyone in the front row hear them that can translate?”

“I heard it!”

A short and stocky boy jumped out and shouted.

“Then spill it already.”

“The goddess handed Mu Fan freshly washed clothes, and Mu Fan asked if she finished laundering them already? The goddess said yes, and Mu Fan said he didn’t believe it! Then the goddess said to come with her, and Mu Fan agreed.”

A foul shoe was thrown straight at the back of the boy’s head, “Bullshit, I almost believed you, you liar.”

“I heard too, sounded like ‘do it once’?”

“Wow—wow—’do it once’? That’s so filthy! I’m going to report this to the teacher.”

“Snap out of it, they’re not like us, they don’t need to do military training. So this is what they mean by ‘early risers’… they even flirt earlier than us; I can’t accept this!”

“Me neither.”

“The teacher is coming.”

“Damn, quiet down!”

The chaotic classroom instantly hushed as Xu Jiang walked in, his brows furrowing as he immediately noticed the stinky shoe on the floor by the door.

…

A clear figure, tranquil as snow, walked ahead at a steady pace, followed by a slightly taller boy carrying a huge travel bag.

Both were silent, their expressions equally serene.

Even… their footsteps matched in rhythm.

This again drew countless gazes, but another thing both had in common was their disregard for the gazes and whispers around them.

By the time Mu Fan followed Lu Qingxue out of the teaching building and across two plazas, he finally asked, “Where are we going?”

“The Swordsmanship Club,” Lu Qingxue said without turning back.

Receiving the answer, Mu Fan looked at the travel bag in his hands.

“What kind of food is this?”

“The Molten Magma Fruit, a Martial Artist’s food, what you asked for.” The cold figure continued to move with order, as the outline of the Swordsmanship Club became visible up ahead.

“Is this a Martial Artist’s food?” Mu Fan, his interest piqued, glanced at the figure ahead who didn’t turn around, and then at the travel bag before he finally couldn’t resist picking it up and unzipping it.

The surface of the bright red fruits was covered in lava-like cracks, each fruit about the size of two hands, and as the travel bag opened, a strong aroma burst forth.

They look so tasty…

Mu Fan quietly grasped a Molten Magma Fruit, lifted it with his finger, and used his pinky to hook the zipper closed.

“Provided exclusively by the club or exchanged for credits, super-dense Energy Fruit Meat, for a person with a level 18 physique, one fruit can assist with five days of intense training.”

Crunch~

Panting sounds~

First came the sound of teeth sinking into the fruit meat, followed by ravenous gobbling.

Lu Qingxue’s forward-moving figure suddenly stopped, then turned around to look at Mu Fan.

As the crunching sounded, Mu Fan had already gotten his first big bite of fruit meat into his mouth.

The fruit meat felt substantial when bitten, but melted instantly upon entering the mouth, a flame-like warmth exploding with an enticing fragrance on the taste buds.

He had just swallowed, and a warm current had already spread from his mouth, the large bite of fruit meat dissolving into a ball of energy and disappearing before even reaching his stomach.

A warm feeling surged through his body’s cells, like a parched land blessed with sweet rain, intoxicating him.

Mu Fan could actually feel his cells greedily absorbing the energy, this one bite was far denser in energy than all the meals he had ever eaten!

To make a comparison… this one bite was about equivalent to three boxes of compressed energy meals!

The key was that for Mu Fan, whose body’s cells had never experienced such fullness, it was like a fountain abruptly appearing in the desert, and not just any fountain, but one erupting three meters high!

So Mu Fan, with no regard for the blood-red juice splattering around his mouth, immediately shoved the palm-sized Molten Magma Fruit, which needed both hands to hold, straight into his mouth with one hand.

His mouth opened wide enough to swallow a fist, so the Molten Magma Fruit, like being thrown into a blender, was forcibly pressed in by Mu Fan.

And just as Lu Qingxue turned her head, she saw Mu Fan with a mouth full of blood-red juice, his neck crooked, pressing a fist-sized object into his mouth.

Their gazes met…

Mu Fan blinked, swallowed hard with effort, quickly withdrew his fist, and a gulping sound came from his throat.

“Did you eat one?” Lu Qingxue asked curiously.

Mu Fan shook his head at first but, seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, eventually nodded.

Lu Qingxue shook her head and turned back around, “We’ve arrived at the Swordsmanship Club.”

She was the first to step through the exquisitely crafted wooden welcome gate.

A faint voice floated from inside the door, “The energy density of Molten Magma Fruit is very high, I’ve never seen anyone eat a whole one at a time, take care of yourself…”

Take care? What does that mean?

But it seems like a stronger and stronger wave of energy is spreading from my stomach.

Mu Fan shivered with unspeakable comfort; he hadn’t had enough at all!

As he watched Lu Qingxue turn right and disappear from view along the wooden corridor, he swiftly took out another Molten Magma Fruit and gobbled it up with juice splashing in every direction.

And just within the two seconds it took to stride and turn the corner, he had devoured another Molten Magma Fruit.

Mu Fan tried to keep his face composed, but the blood-red, blood-red juice on his face seemed…

“Good morning, President.”

“President, good morning!”

“Good morning, Alliance Hierarch!”

As expected, when Lu Qingxue’s figure appeared, a group of men and women greeted her without waiting for a response, familiar with their president’s temperament, they just continued their training after the greeting.

The Valkyrie once said, the vitality of the morning is the zenith of the day.

Taking advantage of the time before their professional classes begin, they seized the time to train.

“Good morning, Sister Xue.” Bing Su, with a cheerful smile and in high spirits, emerged from the other side of the corridor and happily greeted Lu Qingxue dressed in white.

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But when the figure behind Lu Qingxue appeared, Bing Su’s words got stuck in her throat, unable to come out, her fingers tremblingly pointing at the person behind Lu Qingxue.

“Sis, sis, sister, who is this behind you, ah!”

Mu Fan, with a face covered in blood-red juice, offered what he believed to be a friendly smile.