The song was full of vigor, and the battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. The golden trident danced in the air, and the light it created shocked the audience.
"Fight, gods!
Fight, Radiant.
Today shall be the first glimmer of dawn for all of you. Our radiance shall illuminate the starry sky and be boundlessly bright! "
The golden light converged on Huali's body. In the blink of an eye, the trident in his hand transformed into a dazzling beam of golden light. He shot into the sky like an arrow, piercing the deep blue sky.
The deep blue sky changed color in an instant, turning into a brilliant gold that illuminated the entire arena.
It wasn't until the gold faded away that the audience regained their senses and saw the bright sun and clear blue sky.
Wonderful. This was too wonderful. Too shocking.
The electronic voice sounded. "World Rising Adept Competition. Round one. Prepare to draw lots."
Without further formalities, the drawing of lots began immediately.
In the sky, images began to be projected, a total of more than three thousand images, each representing an ability user.
The Terminator slowly rose from the podium. He didn't use any amplification equipment. His deep voice reverberated throughout the arena.
"Begin!"
The majestic voice spread throughout the arena. The images in the sky began to change violently. More than three thousand images flickered and began to rearrange themselves.
Soon, pairs of them began to appear in the air in an orderly fashion.
At the same time, the number on the chests of each participating adept began to emit a faint light. A number was projected in front of them.
It was the opponent they would face, and the time they would appear.
The electronic voice sounded again.
"First round of the World Rising Adept Competition. The first batch of participants will enter the arena."
It was projected in front of Lan Jue's eyes.
There were several numbers.
One thousand seven hundred and twenty-four. This was his opponent's number.
Then thirty-five. This was the arena.
The last number was three. In other words, he was the third batch to enter the arena.
Each batch consisted of two hundred adepts.
There were more than three thousand people, and there were more than fifteen batches.
The rules of the competition had been made clear to them when they registered. They were all adepts, so understanding was not a problem.
Each match lasted a maximum of half an hour.
Every match was monitored by an electronic eye.
The match ended when one side surrendered or lost the ability to fight.
You are not allowed to intentionally kill your opponent.
If the battle did not end within half an hour, it would be evaluated by the professionals appointed by the Major League to determine the victor.
There were simply too many participants in this competition.
Therefore, the organizers did not need too many gimmicks. As long as the competition began, it would definitely attract the attention of the entire world.
The broadcasting fees and advertising fees were all sky-high.
As early as two months ago, all kinds of publicity had already begun.
So, on the surface.
The Major League seemed to have paid a huge price to pay for the prizes. In reality, most of the value of these prizes had been recovered through other means, and there might even be a surplus.
Although Lan Jue was in the third batch to compete, the first batch also had people he was familiar with.
All of the Skyfire Avenue members that the Gourmet had brought with him were participating. Today's first batch consisted of three of them.
They were the hairdresser, the tailor, and the apothecary.
Within three minutes, all the two hundred Arcanists who participated in the first batch were on the stage.
If they did not get on the stage within five minutes, it would be considered as a forfeit.
Light projected, and a huge number '60' appeared in the sky.
"One minute. Get ready."
The huge number began to jump.
Fifty-nine, fifty-eight …
The Adepts on the stage began to prepare as well. They were not allowed to use their Disciplines during this time, so they could only adjust their energy levels and observe their opponents.
"… Five, four, three, two, one!
Begin! "
As the electronic voice rang out, the two hundred Adepts began to fight.
A hundred shields rose from each of the hundred arenas.
Every ring was covered by a protective barrier.
This was to prevent the energy from leaking out from affecting the other rings.
The shields covered an area of three meters around the ring.
If someone fell out of the ring or hit the barrier, they would be disqualified.
The shields were fifty meters tall, more than enough for the Adepts to use their full strength.
Boom--! The Pharmacist was the first to end her fight.
There was a flash of golden light.
Her opponent was sent flying. He slammed into the distant shield and slowly slid to the ground.
The Pharmacist's shield turned red. When it was gone, it signaled the end of the fight.
On the VIP platform, the Gourmet held a little girl in his arms. She jumped up and clapped her hands. "Mommy's so good! So good!"
The little girl wore a silver helmet on her head. Her eyes were empty, but she was beautiful. Her voice was as beautiful as Poseidon's. Her cry caught the attention of the Terminator, who stood by the Gourmet's side.
The Terminator's body was so strong that he took up two seats. Of course, there were only him, the Gourmet, and the little girl in the row.
"Who is this child?" The Terminator looked at her with interest.
The Gourmet smiled. "She's the Pharmacist's daughter."
"The girl who just finished her fight," the Terminator said. "Not bad. She's strong."
The Gourmet smiled and nodded.
He had to show respect for this veteran Paragon. "The Pharmacist's talent is extraordinary. Even I don't know what she's really capable of.
It wasn't easy to convince her to participate. "
"Alright," the Terminator said. "Let's wait and see. I hope she does well."
Jun 'er suddenly spoke up. "Big Uncle, my mommy is the best. My daddy too.
They're the best.
If it's not mommy, then it's daddy! "
The Terminator paused. He didn't know how many years it had been since he'd heard the term 'Uncle'. A strange feeling welled up in his heart.
"Little girl, how do you know I'm an uncle and not a grandfather?" The Terminator asked with a smile.
Jun 'er giggled. "Because you look so young!
You're big, but I can feel you're not scary at all.
Mommy used to say that a person's appearance doesn't represent their heart. I can feel your heart, and I know it's a kind heart. "
The Terminator was taken aback. Jun 'er's voice wasn't loud, but a young girl's voice was penetrating, and the people around them were all Adepts.
For a moment, almost all the ability users in the front row heard what she said.
The Gourmet, Metatron, Lucifer, and the Northern Alliance's leaders all had strange looks on their faces.
A little girl of six or seven was calling the Terminator uncle. He wasn't as old as the Clairvoyant, but he'd been a Paragon for a long time. Because his Discipline was linked to his body, he'd been able to maintain a youthful appearance. In fact, he was about the same age as the Keeper.
What's more, this little girl called him kind.
Before he'd become a Paragon, the Terminator had a nickname: The Mortal Weapon.
The Mortal Weapon was kind?
This …
Strangely enough, the Terminator fell silent when he heard Jun 'er's words. He bent down at the waist and moved closer. "Little friend, what's your name?"
Jun 'er smiled. "Big Uncle, my name is Jun' er."
The Terminator smiled. Given his valiant features, his smile could only be described as ferocious. But Jun 'er smiled back.
She couldn't see, but her retinal helmet could project images of the outside world into her mind. She could feel his face.
"How about you let Big Uncle hug you?" The Terminator chuckled.
Jun'er thought for a moment, then said, "Alright.
Mom said I shouldn't be with strangers, but Big Uncle is kind. Jun 'er will let you hug me. "She held out her arms to the Terminator.
The Terminator chuckled. "Well said, well said!" He scooped Jun 'er up in his arms.
The Gourmet didn't try to stop him. He smiled as well.
The Terminator was a Paragon, of course he wouldn't make things difficult for a little girl. Besides, he and Jun 'er seemed to have some sort of affinity.
Jun 'er's petite figure was a stark contrast to the Terminator's stalwart figure.
The Terminator let her sit on his muscular forearm, but she still looked small and delicate.
"Jun 'er, Big Uncle wants to give you a present. What do you think?" The Terminator gently nudged her retinal helmet.
"Yes, yes!
Other than mom and dad, no one has ever given Jun 'er a present.
Big Uncle, you're such a good man. "
Jun 'er exclaimed excitedly. She'd never been to the outside world, and now that she could see it through the helmet, she was filled with curiosity.
The Terminator nodded. "Have Gourmet Uncle bring you here tomorrow. Big Uncle will have your present ready."
"Alright!
Thank you, Big Uncle. "
The Pharmacist quietly made her way to the VIP platform. She was a representative of Skyfire Avenue, and a ninth level ninth rank Paragon. Of course she had a seat here.
As she walked to the front to pick up Jun 'er, she overheard the Terminator and Jun' er's conversation. She couldn't help but stare.
Seeing the smile on the Terminator's face, her heart was filled with gratitude and gratitude.
She was touched that her daughter was much more cheerful than when she was at home. Even a Paragon could get along well with her.
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(To be continued)