Not long after, a dazzling red stream of light streaked across the sky.
The red Divine Rank mecha returned, descending steadily before them.
Each of the mecha's arms held another mecha.
The left arm held a black-rank mecha with sharp lines and a dull, dark luster, while the right arm held a streamlined purple-rank mecha with flowing purple light.
"This is...?"
Fang Yang gazed at the two mechas before him and couldn't help but ask, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Mu Ye's Face held a faint smile: "These are your welcome gifts."
He pointed to the black-rank mecha and said, "Fang Yang, this one is for you."
Then his gaze shifted to Tang Wulin, "Tang Wulin, this purple-rank mecha suits you."
Fang Yang bowed slightly and said solemnly, "Thank you, Sect Master."
"Thank you, Senior!"
Tang Wulin also quickly bowed, his voice unable to suppress his excitement and joy.
Mu Ye waved his hand, his tone amiable: "No need to be polite."
"These are mecha spirit tools for storage, and mecha identity cards. Keep them safe."
He paused, explaining: "The Federation has very strict controls over mechas. After all, their destructive power is too great, and if they go out of control, they can easily cause significant casualties."
"It's already difficult for civilian mechas to obtain official transit permits. A permit for a single city is one thing, but a continent-wide transit permit is even harder to get."
"I've already handled all these procedures for you."
"Understood."
Fang Yang and Tang Wulin responded in unison, taking the mecha spirit tools for storage and the identity cards.
They each walked towards their respective mechas and activated the mecha spirit tools for storage.
As two flashes of light appeared, the black and purple mechas transformed into streams of light and were absorbed into the storage devices.
At this point, Fang Yang and Tang Wulin finally possessed their own mechas.
Zhen Hua, standing to the side, watched this scene and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, "Mu Ye, you... your generosity is quite something."
He naturally understood that Mu Ye, out of consideration for his Face, had specially prepared this valuable purple-rank mecha for Tang Wulin as well.
Mu Ye merely smiled faintly and replied, "It's nothing."
Just then, Zhen Hua's spirit tool communicator rang.
"Hello..."
He answered the call, spoke briefly for a few sentences, then ended the conversation and turned to the two, "Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, your opponents have arrived."
"Okay, President."
Fang Yang and Tang Wulin responded in unison, putting away their mecha spirit tools for storage.
"Mu Ye, would you like to come and watch?" Zhen Hua asked.
Mu Ye politely declined: "No, I'll head back now."
"Then we'll see you next time." Zhen Hua didn't insist, nodding as he said.
"Mm."
Mu Ye nodded and turned to walk towards his red Divine Rank mecha.
Fang Yang respectfully said, "Goodbye, Sect Master."
"Goodbye, Senior." Tang Wulin also quickly bowed in farewell.
"Mm, alright, see you next time."
Mu Ye waved to the two and entered the cockpit.
"Little Red, let's go."
"Yes, Master." The red Divine Rank mecha responded with a low hum, its voice carrying a peculiar metallic texture.
With the roar of its engine, the mecha slowly ascended, transforming into a red light that vanished into the sky.
"Let's go too."
Zhen Hua turned and led the two to the Forging Master Association headquarters' training ground.
Inside the training ground, two men, both around forty-five years old, had been waiting for some time.
One of them had a refined Face and wore a neat, fitted outfit. Upon seeing the group enter, he politely nodded and bowed.
The other had a rugged Face and a burly build. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp, exuding a fierce aura.
"Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, who wants to go first?" Zhen Hua asked with a smile.
"I'll go first."
Fang Yang stepped forward, his tone calm.
The man with the refined Face walked forward and said gently, "Wen Zihao, Spirit Fiery Phoenix, sixty-eighth level attack system Spirit Emperor. Please guide me."
As he spoke, his eyes held a hint of curiosity.
This young man looked so young, why did the President specifically instruct them to be careful? Was his strength also very formidable?
"Fang Yang, Spirit Flame, sixty-second level spirit power. Senior Wen, please begin."
Fang Yang also cupped his fist in return.
Fang Yang and Wen Zihao retreated to opposite sides of the arena, while Tang Wulin and the burly man moved to the sidelines to watch.
"Begin!"
Seeing both ready, Zhen Hua said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
He also wanted to see for himself what kind of strength this young man, highly regarded by Mu Ye, possessed.
"Fiery Phoenix, possess!"
Wen Zihao let out a low shout, and the spirit power fluctuations around him suddenly intensified.
Crimson flames surged from within him, vaguely forming a phantom of a Fiery Phoenix poised to take flight. The high temperature caused the air around him to slightly distort.
At the same time, two yellow, three purple, and one black spirit ring slowly rose behind him. Immediately after, a complete one-word Battle Armor covered his entire body.
This Wen Zihao was, surprisingly, a one-word Battle Armor Master.
"Flames? Then I apologize." Fang Yang's tone was calm.
Wen Zihao launched the first attack, his third purple spirit ring suddenly lighting up.
Third Spirit Ability: "Blazing Feather Storm!"
In an instant, countless feathers burning with intense flames appeared out of thin air. They then began to spin, forming a massive flame storm that surged towards Fang Yang!
Facing the surging flame storm, Fang Yang stood his ground.
He gently raised his right hand, and a black flame appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Complex, profound runes flowed across the surface of this black fire, occasionally emitting a chaotic glow.
It burned silently, exuding a terrifying pressure that made one feel as if even their Soul would be devoured by it.
"Devour!"
The black flame instantly expanded, forming a swirling black vortex.
The moment the flame storm touched the black vortex, it was directly devoured completely, not even a wisp of flame remaining.
"What?"
Wen Zihao was slightly stunned at the sight.
He could feel his Fiery Phoenix Spirit trembling slightly in the Face of the black flame; it was an instinctive fear from his Spirit!
"It's over."
Fang Yang gently pushed his right palm forward, and the black flame suddenly condensed into a giant palm, striking out through the air.
Wen Zihao couldn't resist at all and was directly sent flying.
"Little brother, amazing!"
Wen Zihao got up from the ground, sighing with a wry smile.
His tone carried a hint of admiration, and also a touch of despondency.
"Don't be discouraged."
Zhen Hua stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Fang Yang is a student of Shrek Academy. It's normal that you couldn't defeat him."
"So he's a student of Shrek Academy! No wonder he's so formidable!"
Wen Zihao's eyes immediately showed a look of sudden realization.
He then cupped his fist towards Fang Yang and offered a few words of praise before turning to leave.
At this moment, the burly man leaped onto the arena, his voice booming: "It's my turn! Pang Zhen, Spirit Stone Armored Bear, fifty-fifth level attack system Spirit King. Kid, let me see what you've got!"
"Tang Wulin, Spirit Blue Silver Grass, forty-eighth level control system Spirit King. Please guide me, Senior." Tang Wulin took a deep breath and leaped onto the arena.
Pang Zhen laughed heartily: "Blue Silver Grass? Interesting! Come on!"
"Match start!" Zhen Hua announced.
Pang Zhen launched the first attack, his second spirit ring lighting up.
Second Spirit Ability: "Stone Armor!"
A layer of gray-brown rock covered his entire body as he charged towards Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin remained unhurried, gently raising his left hand. A hammer, completely black and exuding a terrifying aura, suddenly appeared.
Dark red patterns flowed across the hammer's surface, as if fresh blood was flowing within it.
"This is... what?"
Pang Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his forward momentum instantly stalled.
Tang Wulin's figure surged forward, the Asura Clear Sky Hammer in his hand whistling through the air as he swung it.
The first hammer blow shattered the Stone Armor!
The second hammer blow dispersed the protective spirit power!
The third hammer blow stopped steadily three inches from Pang Zhen's Face!
A drop of cold sweat slid down Pang Zhen's forehead; he could feel the terrifying power contained within the Asura Clear Sky Hammer.
If that hammer blow had landed, he would likely be severely injured, if not dead.
"I concede, Senior." Tang Wulin put away the Asura Clear Sky Hammer and bowed with cupped fists.
Pang Zhen was stunned for a long while before shaking his head with a wry smile: "Good kid, I'm thoroughly convinced of my defeat!"
Zhen Hua watched this scene, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
PS:
Devour — devours spirit power!
Void Devour — devours everything!
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