Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

What is this concept?

It shows that this guy hasn't reached his limit yet!

From this moment, Mu Fan started to carve his first mark into these people's hearts like a sculptor's knife.

However, they wouldn't know that this mark was only going to get deeper!

The training of each formation continued.

And the storm stirred up by Mu Fan had just begun.

Their figures crossed paths again with Wang Cheng.

"Fifth lap."

...

"Sixth lap."

...

"Seventh lap."

"How many seconds?"

"180 seconds, still down to the second!"

As they passed by the formation of the Information Engineering Department, amidst a group of nerds' bewildered gazes, a rocket head rushed past with his head held high, followed by a streak of blue-gray lightning flashing by quickly.

That burly and strong-looking rocket head thudded face-first onto the track, then painfully rolled over.

"Ah~~ I'm dying~ Ah!"

The group of nerds saw white foam starting to form at the corner of the rocket head's mouth.

Campis really used his sprinting speed in the end, but still, he was lapped again!!

But having boasted, he gritted his teeth and continued to push on with all his might, only to see Mu Fan lap him once more. As that flash of lightning zoomed past him, Campis felt as if he had been rammed by a highland wild ox...

Then, within a spinning and tumbling view, he crashed heavily to the ground.

Let the nurse give me a moment to clear my head.

A team of burly men immediately rushed in to throw the limp rocket head onto a stretcher, amidst a loud chorus of jeers, Campis fulfilled his role as a side character.

When that entertaining presence wasn't drawing attention anymore, the focus of the storm, Mu Fan, was still running with his head bowed.

His figure was like a lone, proud wolf king!

A silent aura spread around him, some people starting to focus on Mu Fan's expression even from afar.

But they were bound to be disappointed, for Mu Fan's gaze was calm, without a hint of ripple, creating yet another kind of aloofness.

That style carried a uniquely cool charm.

"Eighth lap."

Mu Fan's tone remained calm and steady.

"Ninth lap."

Initially, the crowd of cadets moved from surprise to shock, and finally to numbness. Now they had fallen into a routine, listening to their military instructor conducting regular training.

However, they had secretly placed bets on how many laps this guy could run.

Among the more unusual formations was the Medical Department, where the gaggle of beautiful new female students almost wanted to fix their eyes on Mu Fan, to thoroughly examine the secrets of his physique with their instruments.

Yes, shy girls examining the body of the delicate young man.

Seeing Mu Fan's resolute figure speeding without slowing down, Wang Nuonuo gathered her emotions and pursed her lips as she performed the military stance training with perfect posture.

This left Wang Cheng unable to find a single fault.

Standing for half an hour under the blistering sun was basic training.

And Mu Fan, transformed into a flash of blue lightning, continued.

In the stands, a Colonel watched that figure and spoke to someone beside him, "Seeing such promising talent on the first day, go ask the person in charge of military training at the academy about this young man's information."

"Yes," responded Lieutenant Colonel Cheng.

Beside them, on the projected light screen, that running figure's position on the screen, with dense streams of data continuously scrolling beside it.

Beside that, the evaluation remained the same—S-rank!

Three minutes per lap, a constant speed of 180 seconds for 2000 meters, Mu Fan demonstrated to everyone what true abnormality is with his extraordinary control.

After 10 laps, 30 minutes.

After 20 laps, one hour.

An hour had passed, and before time for formation to rest, Mu Fan had quietly completed 20 laps!

Those who had previously critiqued him with a scoffing tone, now all that remained in their hearts was a sense of spirit being mercilessly crushed, utterly unable to muster any resistance.

The young man quietly timing still paid attention to Mu Fan's movements, his heart repeating Mu Fan's lap count in shock.

23, 24…

"The 24th lap." Mu Fan's indifferent tone just then carried an inexplicable sense of mockery, which unprecedentedly caused Wang Cheng to shout the wrong slogan for the first time.

This naturally elicited a wave of suppressed laughter.

"Numbers 7, 13, 26, you three, step out and be penalized by standing!"

A stern reprimand immediately made the formation behave.

Except for the people from the Ship's First Formation who knew the inside story, the other formations had no idea that the next lap was actually Mu Fan's last.

This final lap finally arrived amidst the nervous thoughts of a small group.

Mu Fan's figure, swift as the wind, swept past everyone's gaze once more.

Wang Nuonuo, including her First Formation, was no longer focused on training.

Their gazes were all fixed on the approaching figure.

Almost there.

500 meters left, the figure didn't slow down.

300 meters…

The last 100 meters!

People's breathing started to quicken.

Many girls from the Medical Department were staring at this powerful figure, completely unaware that in their eyes, Mu Fan had now become a synonym for endurance.

The blue Lightning had arrived!

The miracle of 25 laps was about to be completed!

Mu Fan's figure was about to reach the finish.

20 meters, 10 meters, he was about to…

An incongruous spot suddenly appeared in the trailing image brought by Mu Fan, a display of slight adjustment in his movement.

The blue Lightning suddenly leaped into the air.

What was he doing!

Leaping high, his figure soared over the track, head down and body arched forward.

Suddenly, he did a front flip.

Boom!

Completing a 360-degree front flip, his figure, mighty as a Dragon, heavily landed on the track.

His legs firmly planted, that loud sound was caused by his feet stomping down, and he remained bent over in that position.

At this moment, Wang Cheng was about 7 or 8 meters in front of him!

But after landing, Mu Fan slowly straightened up and didn't take even a single step forward!

That meant Mu Fan was infinitely close to 25 laps, yet he abruptly stopped those last 7 or 8 meters.

"What's he doing?"

Wang Nuonuo, also stunned, watched as his figure straightened back up and couldn't help but blurt out:

"Mu Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Wang Nuonuo's voice, Mu Fan turned his head and flashed a radiant smile, his white teeth dazzling under the sunlight, momentarily bewitching the hearts of many young girls.

"I'm tired, ha~"

With a clang, Mu Fan just sat down on the ground.

Pfft!

This made several people in the First Formation burst out laughing uncontrollably.

That statement was too harsh.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Mu Fan propped his hands on his knees and looked at everyone with an innocent smile.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Cheng was clearly infuriated by Mu Fan's action.

"I'm too tired, need a rest. There are still 44 minutes to the 120 minutes, don't believe me, look." Mu Fan showed off his wristwatch from outer space tech, its flashing silver light blinding everyone.

"Stand up, come here, your punishment is over." Holding back his anger, Wang Cheng's voice squeezed through his teeth.

"Not going, too tired." Mu Fan shook his head vigorously.

Fuck your tired, sprinting for twenty-five laps without a break, and now besides occasional sweat on your forehead, you're not even out of breath while speaking, and you say you're tired!

Now, the boys from the Ship's First Formation all shared a common thought: Damn, my brother is awesome.