YM778.TV Chapter 798 “WHAT”
Chapter 798 “WHAT”
For those in the Empire, the consensus was that Aron was in VR, likely meeting with family or key figures. Many debated who he might be speaking with, guessing that he was either calming worried loved ones or strategizing for the next fight. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
On the other hand, viewers from the Astral Conclave harbored a mix of anxiety and intrigue. They questioned whether Aron was recuperating in preparation for the upcoming battle, enhancing his focus and mental clarity, or if his recovery from the previous fight was incomplete and he was still in the process of healing.
But their speculations ceased to matter as Aron opened his eyes with five minutes remaining in the waiting period. Calm and deliberate, he removed the glasses from his head, placing them back into their container. His next move drew gasps from the audience as he approached a massive golden cylinder, distinct in both size and color from the previous containers he had used.
This new cylinder, large enough to hold what seemed to be over a ton of liquid, exuded an almost regal presence with its shimmering golden hue. It was clear to everyone watching—the Empire\'s citizens and the Astral Conclave alike—that this container was special.
With practiced ease, Aron detached the cylinder from its carrier, which promptly left the arena. The viewers were mesmerized. They knew by now that the liquid inside was nanomachines, yet the sheer volume and the ceremonious presentation of this container hinted at something extraordinary. Speculations once again flared as the countdown to his next fight continued.
With just ten minutes (including five minutes for final preparations) remaining before the final showdown, anticipation reached its peak. This wasn’t just another fight—it was the ultimate test, the battle that would offer a clearer measure of the Emperor\'s true power.
If Aron emerged victorious, his strength would be deemed comparable to the highest tiers, even among the legendary Xor’Vaks—a civilization known for their unmatched might. A loss, on the other hand, would still place him at the level of the Xor’Vak royal elites, a remarkable feat in its own right.
Yet, regardless of the outcome, one fact was undeniable: Aron had already earned his place as a monstrous force of nature. His journey to this pinnacle of power, achieved entirely on his own without a mentor or guide, was a testament to his sheer determination and potential. This realization made him even more intimidating.
Now, with the foundational knowledge and experience he was on the path of gaining, the prospect of him fully unlocking his potential loomed large, casting a shadow over all who dared to challenge him in the future.
The remaining five minutes passed with a quiet yet electric anticipation, each second ticking closer to the culmination of this monumental event. Finally, the AI referee\'s voice broke the silence, announcing the entry of the next fighter into the arena.
As the protective shield parted, Aron lifted his head, his gaze sharp and filled with expectation. Whatever was coming, he knew it would be formidable. The Xor’Vaks didn’t disappoint.
Rather than the usual ship entry, a massive figure streaked through the opening like a blur, moving with such speed that the surrounding air seemed to ripple. As the figure pierced the arena\'s atmosphere, a deafening sonic boom echoed across the expanse, a testament to the sheer velocity of her arrival.
Even as she hurtled closer to the ground, there was no sign of slowing down. The fighter maintained her incredible momentum until the very last moment, landing with an earth-shaking impact. The abrupt halt from full speed to a complete stop created an explosion-like sound, sending dust and debris flying in all directions.
The arena was momentarily obscured by the chaos of her landing, the sheer force of her entry a clear declaration of power and intimidation. Aron stood still, unflinching, his eyes narrowing as he watched the dust begin to settle, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As the dust settled, the arena revealed a figure of awe-inspiring majesty and intensity. Two deep, star-like eyes locked onto Aron, their piercing gaze seeming to attempt to dissect him, as if trying to unravel the secrets of his being. Yet, there was an undeniable hint of frustration in her expression—she couldn\'t see through him.
Her massive form dominated the arena, evoking the mythical presence of a dragon as depicted in human folklore, particularly the Western rendition. Her body was a blend of raw power and elegance, every movement a testament to her battle-hardened nature.
What stood out the most was her pristine, white scales, gleaming like polished marble under the arena\'s lights. The immaculate condition of her armor-like exterior defied expectations, a stark contrast to the wear and scars one might anticipate from a seasoned warrior. It was as if she carried her battles in her soul, not on her body.
She lowered her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as her tail lashed the ground, sending faint vibrations through the arena floor. A silent but clear message radiated from her presence: she was here to dominate, and Aron was about to face the ultimate challenge.
Aron stood firm, his demeanor calm and resolute, as if the taunt carried no weight against his unshakable resolve. His decision to continue the fight was not made lightly. Surrendering without testing the true might of the Xor’Vaks would not only tarnish his image but also compromise his empire\'s standing. Worse still, it would mean relinquishing black hole technology—an invaluable asset of immeasurable significance.
The stakes were too high to yield without a fight. Aron knew the technology was a game-changer, not just in terms of power but also as a strategic tool. If the Xor’Vaks were to advance this technology further, it could tip the scales in ways that were difficult to predict or counter. The empire had yet to develop future-proof countermeasures to contain such advancements.
The silent tension between them was shattered as the Xor’Vak fighter princess, Seraphina, finally spoke, her deep, resonant voice carrying across the arena.
"Emperor Aron, you have proven yourself worthy of the arrogance you displayed during the negotiations," she began, her tone formal and neutral. Yet, despite her measured words, an undercurrent of frustration and anger seeped through, betraying her true emotions. "As a price for us underestimating you, I have been ordered by the Grand Xor’Vak, the leader of our race, to surrender."
Her declaration sent shockwaves through the audience on both sides. It was an unimaginable turn of events. Seraphina—the pride of the Xor’Vaks, a warrior princess of unparalleled might—had been ordered to concede without so much as a fight.
The viewers fell silent for a brief moment as the weight of her words settled over them, only to erupt in gasps, murmurs, and disbelief.
But it was Aron’s reaction that captured everyone\'s attention. His calm and calculated demeanor shattered as his voice rang out in incredulous shock: “WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The sheer disbelief in his voice mirrored the sentiment of every spectator. No one could have anticipated this outcome—not after the build-up, the tension, and the stakes that had defined this contest. For the first time, the unflappable emperor seemed genuinely blindsided.