According to the rules set by the organizer, contestants were not allowed to hurt others at will or initiate a fight.
But there was no rule against fighting back.
The short paranormal first patted Lan Jue, and then pointed his finger at his body, which was why he was attacked.
Naturally, it had nothing to do with Lan Jue.
After this, no one in line dared to provoke Lan Jue any further. Some of them recognized the short Adept. He was a seventh-ranked Adept, but in front of the masked man he didn't even have the chance to use his Discipline before he was tossed aside.
At this time, the short paranormal had climbed up from the ground and ran away with a face full of dirt.
There were too many people participating in the first day of the competition, so there was no special resting area for the participating paranormal.
After completing the registration, the paranormal were led to the side of the stadium by the guide robot, where they waited.
Lan Jue entered the stadium and could not help but praise in his heart.
Overall, it looked a bit like the stadium of the National Eastern University's Xishan Base.
But it was much, much bigger.
The octagonal stadium could accommodate more than 100,000 people. The open space in the center was at least the size of 10 football fields. At this time, it had already been divided into small arenas. Each arena was a square that was about 50 meters long. These arenas were arranged neatly together. There were exactly 100 arenas.
In other words, it could accommodate 200 paranormal to participate in the battle.
In the stands, there was a screen about eight inches in front of each seat, which was obviously used to watch the game up close.
Although there were many people in the stadium, everything seemed to be in order.
In the sky, there were also a number of mechas monitoring the situation in the Major League Sports Center.
On the west side of the sports center, there was a special rostrum.
The rostrum could accommodate hundreds of people, and it was also the best place to watch the game.
It took more than an hour for the admission to be completed, and some of the paranormal were even a little impatient.
Lan Jue stood there, but he was calm.
It seemed that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. On his chest, there was a badge marked with the number 315.
This was his participation number.
"Hum —" The low sound of music suddenly sounded, and the originally noisy sports center suddenly became quiet.
The originally bright and beautiful sky suddenly darkened, as if night had suddenly fallen.
Beams of light shot out from all directions and appeared in the sky above the Major League Sports Center.
Gradually, it took the form of a human.
Dressed in black leather, with a body as majestic as a mountain, a terrifying pressure surged like a tide. Although this pressure did not really fall on the audience and the ability users, everyone felt a suffocating feeling as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them.
"The Major League Sports Center will be participating in this grand event." A powerful voice sounded from the person projected in the air.
The entire stadium was silent. In this stadium that could accommodate over 100,000 people, it was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Everyone in the Northern Alliance knew who he was.
This was their guardian god!
The fourth of the Paragons, the Terminator!
As for the spectators and paranormals, they could easily guess the identity of this person.
"This is a feast for Adepts, and it will be broadcasted live to all of humanity.
So, young contestants, show your strength.
Let all of humanity see how strong you are. "
The Terminator didn't speak much, just a few simple sentences. But his deep voice was filled with a powerful aura.
The three thousand Adepts who were preparing to participate felt their blood boil. They almost couldn't control themselves.
Just as the Terminator had said, this feast would be broadcasted live to all three Major League Sports. It could be seen from any planet.
All the profits gained from the competition would be converted into rewards for the participants.
The Terminator's image faded away.
The dark sky slowly turned blue, but it wasn't the bright blue sky outside.
Instead, it was a deep blue, as deep as the ocean.
There was no musical accompaniment, but a melodious voice began to sing.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light shone down from the deep blue sky. It was like an enormous golden pillar, connecting heaven and earth.
A sapphire blue figure slowly descended from the golden pillar. Under the illumination of the golden pillar, his entire body emitted a dazzling light like a sapphire.
It was Poseidon's Sounds of Nature song, Tears of Poseidon!
For a moment, the MLS Sports Center, which had been extremely quiet just a moment ago, instantly boiled over. Like stormy waves beating against the shore, countless cheers rang out.
They were all calling out the same name: Neptune!
Huali's eyes were filled with sorrow, like Poseidon's longing for that little mermaid. It wasn't as intricate as the concert, but here in the Major League Sports Center, under the blue light of the sky, he looked like a true king of the ocean.
His voice was magnetic and seductive, so much so that those who heard it couldn't help but want to soothe his soul.
Everyone's emotions would be affected by the singing, and the beautiful voice itself was like a resonance of life.
As Poseidon sang, a group of people filed onto the VIP platform. The Terminator, who'd appeared as a hologram earlier, was at the head of the group. At his side was the new Paragon from Skyfire Avenue, the Infernal Vanguard, the Gourmet. A few steps behind them were Archangel Metatron from the Pontiff's Citadel, and Lucifer the Fallen Angel from the Dark Citadel.
The Paragons of the two Western Alliance Citadels weren't present. After all, they didn't have as many Paragons as Skyfire Avenue did, and the Pontiff's Citadel had just suffered.
Behind these four Adepts were officials from the Northern Alliance, as well as some famous Adepts. Of course, they were all over the age of forty, and could no longer participate.
Every single one of them was ninth level or higher.
Tears of Neptune's performance ended, but Neptune didn't leave the stage.
His acapella was a testament to his unparalleled skill.
The moment the song ended, the audience erupted in a deafening roar.
Only a small number of people had been able to see Neptune's concert, and Neptune's concerts were never broadcast live to the entire human race.
Today, however, there were over a hundred thousand people in the audience, and all of humanity could see and hear.
Neptune's voice had ignited the crowd, and brought the atmosphere to a whole new level.
For the average person, a Paragon was a distant dream. But Neptune was different. Neptune's albums were something they could afford with a little bit of effort.
Seeing Neptune, the national idol, with their own eyes filled them with awe and excitement.
Huali stopped in the middle of the sky and earth. She smiled and bowed in all four directions.
"It is an honor to be invited by the Major League to participate in this gathering of Adepts.
I'm an Adept myself, and I'm not even forty years old.
In fact, I really want to participate in this competition.
Because the prize was too generous.
But I feel I'm too weak, and won't go up on stage to be trampled. After all, I have to maintain my image. "
His gentle, refined, and somewhat humorous voice immediately attracted a burst of laughter.
"Actually, there's one thing I'd like to do. I haven't discussed it with the organizers, but I'm sure they won't object.
To be the champion of this competition, I'd like to treat you to a meal.
Alone, one-on-one. I'd like to learn from you the ways of an Adept. "
As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately burst into cheers and screams.
Many had witnessed Poseidon's prowess during the live broadcast of the god-ranked team battle. Although he had been piloting a mecha, Poseidon's status as a god-ranked mecha pilot was a testament to his strength.
His humble words, coupled with the thought of being able to get up close and personal with his idol.
The audience went wild with excitement.
"I've said so much, but I'm actually waiting for the music.
I have another song for everyone. It's a song I've composed recently, and it's dedicated to this event.
It's called Clash of the Gods! "
The music began once more, accompanied by his melodious introduction.
It wasn't just any music, but a deep rumble of explosions. Beams of light shot out from all directions, creating a dazzling halo of light. The lines of light drew sharp edges in the air.
Hua Li waved his hand, and a golden trident appeared in his hand. It was a hundred meters long, made entirely of light and shadow. When the light fell upon him, it covered him in a suit of dazzling golden armor.
In the space of a few breaths, he had transformed from a gentle and refined man into a general.
Huali's long blue hair billowed in the wind, and he raised his golden trident high in the air.
The surging sound waves seemed to be able to topple mountains and overturn the seas. The dazzling golden halos also fluctuated like waves, surging in all directions.
The gentleness was gone, replaced by a sonorous song.
The song was loud and clear, like a general giving orders. Thousands of soldiers and horses were mobilized to meet the enemy.
Gradually, the song grew louder, and the army disappeared. In the distance, the black light formed an enemy, glowing with purple light. It faced Neptune.
"This is a battle of the pinnacle, a battle of justice and evil.
The power of the gods shall penetrate all. Evil shall be destroyed, and light shall return to the world.
A battle of the gods!
A battle of the gods!
This is a battle between the gods, a stage for the gods.
We are the gods who control the heavens and earth. Our glory shall illuminate the entire universe! "
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