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778 - Please Bring in the Next Fighter
🕑 Added 2024-11-05 10:12:39 +0000 UTCTo say Aron and every viewer watching were surprised would be an understatement; disbelief rippled through across countless screens. None of them could fully grasp what they were witnessing.
Among the Conclave viewers, those familiar with the top ten civilizations’ military hierarchies recognized the significance of the creature’s designation. They knew the Erythians reserved numerical rankings for only their most dangerous weapons — and the lower the number, the more devastating the power. For a weapon to hold a two-digit number meant it could contend with nearly any fighter among the top ten civilizations.
Yet here it was, frozen in terror before a single man, unable to move, fight, or flee.
Though Sentient Weapon No. 70 wasn’t the most powerful of the Erythians' biological creations, it was supposed to be formidable enough to stand against any of the Empire’s fighters. Even if it lacked higher intelligence, its design ensured it could contend with the Xor'Vak's lower-ranking royals. The Erythians had never witnessed any of their weapons, regardless of ranking, showing fear—especially as they were engineered without even the capacity to feel it. These sentient weapons were made to fight relentlessly, a trait that had deterred many civilizations from crossing paths with the Erythians.
Now, however, seeing No. 70 frozen in terror left the Erythians both mystified and uneasy. Their shock mingled with fear, curiosity, and a flicker of excitement—particularly among their researchers. For the latter, this aberrant behavior sparked a thrilling possibility: that there could be an unknown factor influencing their creations, which could lead to advancements in crafting the ultimate sentient weapon.
For the remaining Erythians and Conclave viewers, the initial excitement and confidence they had in Sentient Weapon No. 70’s strength had crashed into bitter disillusionment. Watching their prized creation paralyzed in front of Aron was a blow to their pride—and for many, the humiliation stung deeply. What had begun as a fight they were certain would turn the tide had now become a spectacle of defeat, and the hope that once soared high had plummeted straight to the core of their spirits. Some viewers, unable to stomach the unfolding disgrace, decided to turn off their screens entirely, unwilling to watch what felt like a public shaming of their might and pride.
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"Looks like your wish is going to be granted beyond your expectations," Aron said, following the debrief on the situation and the hypothesis they had developed together. In an instant, he vanished from the camera's view, only to reappear on the opposite side, holding what appeared to be the creature’s head. The sight was surreal—one hand clutching a head so large it looked like two oversized containers stacked together. The real feat, however, lay in the shield surrounding it, securing the grip, and a flight rune lifting its immense weight, though Aron had no intention of revealing these details to the audience.
Without waiting for the AI referee's announcement to conclude, he called out, "Hurry up; it can’t last much longer." The imposing stance of him holding the creature’s head may have projected an image of effortless strength, but Aron was working intently behind the scenes. Mana flowed steadily into a healing rune he had crafted, ensuring the head's condition remained viable for just a few moments more. This delicate balance kept the brain from shutting down completely, granting the statis containers enough time to collect it in pristine form for possible resuscitation or critical research.
The entire process wrapped up in under ten minutes, with the empire securing not only the creature’s remains but even the reinforced containment box it had arrived in—now officially their property. Only six factions remained: the Xor’Vaks, the Valthorins, the Trinarians, the Symmetra, the Zelvora, and the Shadari.
Without waiting for the AI referee’s prompt, Aron called out, “Please bring in the next fighter.” Now that he was fully committed to finishing the series, he aimed to complete each fight swiftly. Every minute he allowed them to regroup was another moment for the Conclave forces to potentially interfere or devise a disruptive strategy, and Aron was determined to prevent any such obstacles from gaining traction.
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They say that no plan, no matter how intricate, can withstand overwhelming power—and what was happening on the field seemed to prove this adage true.
Aron was now facing a Symmetra fighter whose entire body appeared like a patchwork of metals and machinery, with every weak spot meticulously reinforced by high-tech augmentations. Yet calling this clash a "fight" would be generous; it was more of a one-sided beatdown.
Initially, things looked different. Aron had unleashed a powerful wind spell, sharp enough to form a tornado that would skewer anything in its path. But the Symmetra fighter had thwarted the assault with a barrier fueled by their racial ability—void energy. This energy, unique to the Symmetra, disrupted mana-based attacks, scattering the mana particles and rendering the spell useless.
Each successive attack met a similar fate, revealing the full extent of void energy's ability to dismantle any mana-infused assault before it could even reach the target.
Initially, the crowd thought the emperor had finally met his match. The Symmetra fighter had proven resilient, nullifying Aron’s powerful wind spell and sending back void bullets that could drain an opponent's mana upon contact. These bullets posed a serious threat: if enough of them hit their mark, they could lead to mana starvation, causing any fighter reliant on mana to faint from exhaustion. But despite the potential danger, none of the void bullets even grazed Aron as he dodged or deflected them with precision.
Aron, however, wasn’t merely testing the waters. Within seconds, he unleashed over two thousand spells in rapid succession, each aimed at the Symmetra fighter from different angles and on varied trajectories. Some spells activated mid-air, generating explosive effects around the others to test the shield. Aron’s meticulous coordination ensured that all the spells converged on the fighter simultaneously, challenging the Symmetra’s ability to disperse mana. The sheer number of attacks forced his opponent to expend vast amounts of his limited void energy to nullify each incoming spell, quickly wearing him down.
At first, the Symmetra managed to maintain his pace, even attempting counterattacks. But Aron’s relentless barrage soon revealed a critical flaw—the Symmetra’s defenses couldn’t target every spell individually under such intense assault. The fighter’s timing faltered, creating a split-second opening.
Aron seized the moment, activating a lightning spell that bypassed the defenses entirely. The spell struck with pinpoint accuracy, overwhelming the organic parts of the Symmetra fighter’s body. Though his augmented parts withstood the hit, the energy surge damaged his brain, causing it to shut down instantly.
In a flash, the Symmetra warrior fell—an abrupt, decisive end that left the spectators in shock. The emperor had won yet again, proving that overwhelming power could unravel even the most impenetrable defenses.
