Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1386 - 121: Iris vs. Youshi Family (Seventh Update)

In the boundless Primitive Forest, danger lurks everywhere, yet those who reach this place are all extraordinary individuals.

Nearly ten thousand ships, even if 99% of their occupants perish, the remaining 1% still represents a significant number for the Ancient Relic.

A small ruin will relocate by itself if thirty people enter.

A large ruin will do so with just a hundred people.

Thus, the opportunity occurring every thirty years is certainly not a sudden fortune falling from the sky.

Amidst fierce battles, they must face both the threats of the jungle and attacks from other teams—entering is impossible without paying a painful price.

Unless someone is extraordinarily lucky and lands near the ruins from the start.

But clearly, in a large ruin, such an occurrence is nearly impossible.

At the edge of a place shrouded in light at this moment...

Two squads unexpectedly encounter each other.

Their view suddenly widens, but both sides wear cautious expressions!

Because to their side is a cliff spanning a hundred meters across.

At the end of the hundred meters lies an area enveloped in golden light.

At the forefront of the cliff is a suspension bridge, one end on the cliff, the other lost somewhere across.

The wind howls here, and the chains of the bridge sway in the gusts.

Below the cliff, the bottom is out of sight.

There is only one path, clearly leading to the Ancient Relic!

But it more resembles a gate to Hell and death.

Simultaneously, someone from both squads swallows hard.

Here, intense electromagnetic interference disrupts all circuits, and Exoskeleton Armor with central control chips is completely useless.

So the only wearable protection left is a bulletproof vest, and the most powerful weapon on hand is an ordinary rocket without a targeting system.

The remaining individuals hold fully mechanical automatic rifles.

But how many bullets are left for those who have made it this far?

A girl with chestnut hair, gentle features, and exceptional temperament stands out among the crowd.

Beside her stands a tall, handsome young man.

Together, they compel an unavoidable reaction from onlookers, deeming them a perfect golden couple.

Around them is a guard of about twenty, vigilant and fixated on the opposite side.

"Quite a coincidence, isn't it?"

A gentle voice emerges from the front as a youth with purple hair and a mild gaze casually steps forward.

Though not physically imposing, his words exert immense pressure on those around.

"To meet with a prodigy of the Youshi Family like you, Wan'er, you've grown so beautiful."

With the youth's words, the identities of the duo become clear.

The Youshi Family—Youshi Jun and Youshi Wang!

The people around them are guards of the Youshi Family.

Youshi Wang seemingly fears the gaze of the person before her, who looks at her as if admiring a toy.

This instinctively repels the gentle-hearted Youshi Wang.

Thus, Youshi Wang keeps her lips sealed, moving a few steps back.

"Young Master Sigler!"

Yet Youshi Jun shows no fear, speaking calmly.

The opposing figure turns out to be Sigler Palm, the young leader of the Iris Family!

The very Young Master of Iris, who single-handedly summoned the Ghost Ghost King, standing at the pinnacle of power in the Federation—Sigler!

"My Youshi Family and the Iris Family have always stayed out of each other's way..."

"No, no, you seem to misunderstand something," Sigler shook his finger, his appreciative gaze shifting from Youshi Wang to Youshi Jun's face.

"The Youshi Family doesn't qualify for comparison."

The momentum of the entire Youshi Formation abruptly stalls.

Youshi Jun's cheeks twitch as he suppresses a raging fury, glaring hostilely at Sigler.

"What, are you angry?"

Sigler tilted his head, observing with interest. "I've heard your Youshi Family played a major role back on Blue Capital Star during the Federation's split."

At this point, a chilling and mocking expression surfaced on Sigler's face. "I've not had the chance to deal with you annoying clowns, but now you've delivered yourselves. Tell me, what should I do?"

"Young Master Sigler, the Federation's turmoil is beyond my family's resistance. As a family member, I must prioritize family interests."

"Of course, you're not qualified to resist, but wrongdoing is still wrongdoing."

Sigler blew on his nails, his eyes calm, "Let Youshi Wang be a maid in the Iris Family for five years, and you kneel here and kowtow a hundred times. I'll forgive you. How's that? Am I not generous?"

Youshi Wang's face turns pale, her gentle features now filled with anger, clenching her fair hands and biting her lip hard.

She has never been this furious.

The affront is too humiliating!

Youshi Jun's expression darkens, his fists clenching with a cracking sound, "Sigler, don't push it too far!"

"So there's no room for discussion?" Sigler tones lightly.

"Today, it seems inevitable that we become adversaries, Young Master Sigler."

Youshi Jun's tone turns icy cold.

"Hahaha, you're overthinking it." Sigler waved his hand and turned to walk toward the bridge, his indifferent voice trailing behind, "Iron Tiger, deal with these people. Leave the girl to be taken to my ship."

And with that, under everyone's gaze, Sigler casually walks towards the suspension bridge.

He intends to step into the Ancient Relic!

Youshi Jun's pupils shrink to a point instantly, "Formation, attack!"

This command is executed without any hesitation.

Youshi Jun pulls Youshi Wang back with him.

Over twenty Youshi Family guards simultaneously seek cover.

Meanwhile, thirty from the Iris Family split into two groups, one opening fire directly, the other drawing their Alloy Blades, creating afterimages as they charge the Youshi Formation.

Their speed is too fast for the Youshi guards to catch sight of.

Martial Arts Grandmasters!

Sixteen Martial Arts Grandmasters in total!

In that instant, the Youshi guards, driven to desperation, aim their guns at Sigler's retreating figure and pull the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

A dense spit of fire erupts.

Sigler remains unfazed, not even turning his head.

A soldier from the Iris camp suddenly bursts out of his uniform, a silver-white figure instantly flashes behind Sigler.

With a push of both hands, half an arm morphs into a metallic curtain.

The concentrated bullets strike the metallic curtain, igniting a flurry of sparks.

The seemingly thin metallic curtain doesn't budge an inch.

The gunfire halts abruptly after just twenty seconds.

Sixteen Martial Arts Grandmasters charge into the Youshi Formation, like tigers among sheep, instantly painting the scene with blood and dismembered limbs.

The metallic curtain that shielded against all the gunfire retreats, becoming an arm once more.

A bald man with metallic skin stands in place, a chilling smile on his rough face.