章 778: Please Bring in the Next Fighter

To 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.