Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: You can discipline me all you want...

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Valkyrie rose from the ground with the true aura of a Vanguard-class assault mech surrounding it. Inside the cockpit, Xiang Yu grinned, his eyes glowing like twin flames. "Since no one disciplined you," he declared, his voice smooth yet dangerous, "this prince will do it on your parents’ behalf."

Sirius, perched in his own mech, responded with a sly smile. "You can discipline me all you want when you become my wife." Xiang Yu sneered at the audacity of his opponent. Without warning, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and lethal, a predator on the hunt.

The battlefield crackled with tension as Valkyrie glided forward with a deadly grace. Its sleek, metallic form glimmered under the harsh lights, a predator in the night. Opposite stood the blood-red mech, a hulking mass of menace ready to finish its opponent off.

Xiang Yu had long observed with keen insight. He had recognized that Sirius’s mech was a Sniper-class assault unit, designed for long-range attacks. It was a dangerous weapon, but in close-quarters combat, it was vulnerable. Xiang Yu grinned ready to execute his plan.

His fists clenched tightly, knuckles white with the strain of his fury. The cockpit vibrated under the pressure of his wrath as if the very walls were afraid to contain him.

Sirius barely had time to react. He dodged the whip that lashed out toward him and fired a volley of rapid missiles. The air crackled with their launch, bright streaks cutting through the sky. Xiang Yu countered swiftly with decoy flares, each one bursting into a dazzling display, but he did not relent. He surged forward like a raging bull, relentless in his pursuit.

Sirius, feeling the weight of Xiang Yu’s charge, unleashed more missiles, but they seemed to have little effect. Xiang Yu’s mech darted around with an agility that was almost supernatural, slipping through the chaos as if it were a shadow. The decoy flares danced around him, but they only added to the confusion.

Suddenly, a warning flashed across Sirius’s screen. He glanced down, his heart sinking as he realized he was running low on ammunition. He finally realised his mistake. He had directly fallen into Xiang Yu’s trap and would have to fight in close combat.

Xiang Yu showed no signs of slowing. With a powerful thrust, he rammed into Sirius’s mech. The impact sent shockwaves through Sirius, who had not braced himself for the collision and was pushed back, reeling from the force.

As the plasma blade connected with the red mech, a hissing sound filled the air. The blade sliced through metal like butter, leaving a trail of molten destruction. Xiang Yu watched as the heat surged, causing the internal systems to sputter and fail. Sparks exploded in a dazzling display, illuminating the dark cockpit. Warning lights blinked frantically around him, each failure a countdown to the inevitable.

Inside the cockpit of the red mech, Sirius grimaced. The heat enveloped him, a relentless pressure even within his protective seat. He could feel the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Yet, amidst the pain, a defiant smirk danced on his lips. His eyes glinted with a reckless challenge as he lifted his gaze to meet Valkyrie’s imposing figure.

"So, this is how it feels to be beaten by my wife," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The floating screens captured his expression, broadcasting it to the arena and audience scattered across the galaxy. Gasps filled the stands, a collective breath held in awe and disbelief.

As the red mech crumpled to the ground in defeat, Xiang Yu felt no triumph wash over him. The crowd erupted their cheers and gasps creating a chaotic symphony. But for Xiang Yu, a weight settled in his chest. The battle was over, yet the arena remained thick with tension. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

The lingering hum of the plasma blade dimmed, marking the end of a monumental clash, but it felt more like the beginning of something darker.