Chapter 771 What?

Chapter 771 What?

“So, those were for replacement parts,” Aron observed, nodding as he assessed the now fully repaired mecha, which regarded him with an air of confidence, as if to say his previous efforts were futile. While he was slightly taken aback by the swift recovery, he had anticipated some form of countermeasure, knowing that, per the regulations, high-altitude drone attacks were prohibited. Thus, the components that had scattered at the start of the fight were likely either for surveillance or spare parts—though he considered the latter to be a low probability.

“Nova, I need your help or I’ll have to completely dismantle it to win this fight,” Aron called out, keeping his eyes locked on the mecha that had just glowed ominously before it slowly started hovering.

{Whenever you are ready, sir,} Nova responded eagerly, her excitement palpable.

“Okay, time for you to get to work.” He shifted into a spear-throwing stance, facing the mecha as it began to gain altitude rapidly. With a powerful motion, he hurled the sword toward the mecha, applying a flying rune to enhance its speed and to be able to control the trajectory. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Given the vast size difference, the mecha could only make a slight adjustment to evade the incoming projectile. The sword, however, found its mark, embedding itself deep within the mecha's chest.

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The mecha paused momentarily after unleashing its barrage, but it was clear that this lull wouldn’t last. Its right hand released the great sword, letting it fall to the ground, while two new swords flew toward it coming from the hovering machines. As both hands grasped the new weapons, they were aimed directly at Aron.

Just before Aron could regain his footing, one of the swords was fired, while the other was poised to strike at the location he was escaping toward. It was evident the mecha intended to capitalize on his reliance on his armor's short hovering ability, ready to unleash another attack the moment he landed and the ability enters a cooldown.

The Conclave viewers watched in anticipation as Aron found himself cornered, many of them murmuring that his time was up. They felt a wave of satisfaction, convinced that this was the moment their doubts about their own strength would be laid to rest.

Cheers began to ripple through the crowd as they noted the second great sword glowing ominously, its energy building as Aron finally halted a few kilometers away from the site of the previous explosion. The tension was palpable, with the audience brimming with excitement at the thought of witnessing Aron’s downfall and reaffirming their belief in their strength.

But just as the crowd was about to erupt in triumph over Aron’s impending defeat, an unexpected announcement echoed through the devices they were watching in: {Match over. Winner: Terran Empire, Aron Michael.}

Silence fell over the viewers, stunned by the revelation. The Conclave viewers, initially jubilant, now stood frozen in disbelief, their devices gripped tightly in their hands. A collective realization dawned upon them, and chaos ensued as they either leaped to their feet in outrage or nearly crushed their screens in frustration.

Thoughts raced through their minds: the fight had to be rigged. How could Aron, who seemed moments away from annihilation, now be declared the victor? To them, it was unfathomable that he could win while he was only evading attacks like a frightened animal fleeing from a pack of dogs.