LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 770 How?
Chapter 770 How?
As Aron closed in on the mecha, his rapid advance didn’t go unnoticed. The mecha raised its left hand, palm open, and aimed directly at him. In an instant, it unleashed a rapid barrage of energy bullets, each one packed with concentrated power. The Yrral Coalition had specifically chosen energy-based weaponry for this battle due to its compact design and limitless output potential compared to conventional weapons. Energy rounds allowed for sustained, high-intensity firing without the need for cumbersome ammunition—a perfect fit for a short, high-stakes duel like this.
The mecha's palm unleashed such a rapid stream of energy bullets that it nearly formed a continuous, blazing line, weaving in a zigzag as the mecha adjusted its aim to follow Aron’s swift, evasive movements.
Aron skillfully parried and dodged each round, making it look almost effortless despite the barrage. Once he closed half the distance without taking a single hit, the mecha abruptly ceased its assault, calculating that firing on someone as agile as Aron would only waste energy.
The mecha’s thunderous steps echoed through the Colosseum, each one accelerating with a force that belied its massive frame. BAM, BAM—each stride quicker than the last until, astonishingly, it closed the remaining distance in just three seconds.
With both hands gripping the great sword, it swung in a deadly arc, its blade hurtling toward the precise point where it calculated Aron’s neck would be, aiming to cleave him in two and bring the fight to an abrupt, decisive end.
As the sword descended, the mecha pilot tracked every millisecond through her data overlay, calculating Aron’s speed and trajectory in real time. Noticing that Aron had accelerated and would dodge the initial strike, she swiftly adjusted the weapon’s parameters. Jets of flame burst from the sword’s opposite edge, doubling its speed to intercept Aron’s increased momentum.
Aron, seeing the sudden acceleration, reacted with split-second precision. Just meters from his neck, he leaned back, sliding smoothly across the ground. He raised his sword in reverse above his face, eyes fixed skyward, as a cascade of sparks erupted from the intense friction between the two metals. The massive great sword, nearly four times his length, blazed past with mere inches to spare.
Just as Aron started to feel a momentary relief, believing the danger had passed, he found himself inches away from another swing aimed directly at him—from the very direction the great sword had flown after he dodged it. Reacting instantly, he adjusted his sword, still holding it in a reverse grip and pointing it downward to create a slim line of defense.
*CLANG!* The sound reverberated as the massive sword struck his, sending him hurtling backward through the air, trailing along the trajectory of the blow. As he soared, Aron turned his head to assess what had struck him, baffled by how the weapon could have reversed with such force and speed without him noticing.
That’s when he noticed: only one of the great sword’s cutting edges was embedded in the ground. It had been cleverly ejected, a maneuver intended to exploit his lapse in attention, catching him off guard with a surprise follow-up attack.
As Aron landed, a fresh volley of energy bullets was already closing in on him. Swiftly, he parried a few before sidestepping out of the bullet stream. Then, activating his flight ability, he dashed toward the mecha with incredible speed, making it appear as though he was simply sprinting. Along the way, he passed the half of the great sword still embedded in the ground, vibrating as it attempted to free itself and rejoin its counterpart to reform the complete weapon.
Just then, he encountered a massive energy bullet nearly half the size of the original energy blob he had split at the start of the fight. Without hesitation, he sliced through it, splitting the bullet cleanly in two. Aron deftly redirected one of the halves toward the embedded sword, where it seared through the metal, melting it entirely and rendering it unusable for the remainder of the battle.
As Aron closed in on the mecha, it swung at him with the now-halved great sword. With a swift dodge, he easily evaded the blade, which lacked the speed boost provided by its missing half. Reaching one of the mecha’s massive legs, he punched it with his sword held in reverse, the blade slicing into the side where his fist couldn’t reach.
A loud *CRSHHHGOUSB* echoed as Aron skidded to a halt, using his legs to absorb the momentum, leaving parts of the mecha’s left leg trailing behind him. The machine wobbled, its frame struggling to balance on one leg. Unable to stay upright, it crashed down to one knee, fighting to avoid a complete collapse.
The pilot was stunned, realizing that her mecha’s shield—meant to withstand such assaults—had been overloaded by Aron’s punch, taking an entire leg along with it. How could one blow, even from a powerful opponent, have bypassed the protective field and caused such catastrophic damage?
Her shock was short-lived, however, as she saw Aron approaching again, his intent unmistakable. He was aiming to finish the fight by eliminating her directly. In a desperate move, she drove the half-sword into the ground, using it as leverage to haul the massive machine upright. The maneuver was sudden and precise, leaving viewers gasping in amazement as the mecha rose, defying its earlier vulnerability.
Initially, the spectators believed the mecha was merely trying to protect itself. That assumption shattered when they witnessed Aron suddenly dodging to avoid a shard of the half-great sword that shot toward him like a skewer, narrowly missing its target. The piece then reattached itself to the now-complete great sword, replacing the melted portion that had been embedded in the ground.
In the midst of the chaos, the mecha removed the destroyed components, ejecting the remnants of its broken leg. A new leg swiftly assembled from the trailing pieces that had followed the shard of the great sword aimed at Aron. Now fully operational again, the colossal machine loomed ominously, its towering silhouette casting a long shadow over Aron, who had halted at a safe distance.
The atmosphere in the Colosseum crackled with tension as spectators held their breath, captivated by the rapid change of the situation.