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Chapter 481: The After

“It looks like the tournament is over” Mo Xiao had fled the near-explosion, but returned now Her voice sounded strange, a reflection of her surprise She couldn’t believe Lan Jue was so strong

The Terminator looked at her, then shouted out across the Arena “Announcing the Champions of this year’s Great Adept Tournaames

Now it crossed the minds of the audience to cheer However, back East, every corner of every Eastern Alliance planet had been cheering for ages Most especially, the National Eastern University sounded like it was host to a riot The ade The moment his face was revealed, the NEU made sure everyone kneas one of their instructors The news had spread all across the East

Jun Yongye and Zeus clas They both looked like the battle had cost them a lot But while their bodies were hah Lan Jue couldn’t shake that sense he’d felt, in those last on, a hint of as to come

It had been a ye had been so overwhel, that a bold leap had been necessary

The nine thrusts were the , overlaid with the Taiji powers as enhancement Under his ministrations, his Discipline was e in one of the strange rules of yin-yang; when Yang rose to its peak, Yin is born 1

That final -force of his thunderbolt flare outward With his own yin-yang powers as a base, his lightning was catapulted in strength Just like when he fought the Driver The joining of his Yang- and the Driver’s Yin-Discipline had been a brief glimpse at the possibilities The combination of Lan Jue’s subsequent cultivation, and the refinement by Taiji had recreated that explosion a hundred times over

For a ain Like before, the Path to Paragon – he sensed the direction now But it was also far beyond his control Even before the yin-yang powerswas at its peak, he couldn’t control it Only once he reached Paragon was that level of mastery capable

Every inch felt like aThe crowds cheered in adhtening for theth of the fighters! These two ht for the Championship

The Great Adept tournament had ed spectators for more than a month Nohether they were there in person or watched on their screens, people didn’t quite knohat to do with themselves

As they sat, lost reverie over the last feeeks, the floodlights died in to an inky darkness But, before anyone could panic, a single colu darkness, it was particularly eye-catching

The beaure, dressed in a dark red suit It ht, but his unparalleled features were the focus of every spectator Deep notes wafted through the black, but h locked away

Poseidon! It’s Poseidon!

Indeed it was, the God of the Sea, suspended in the middle of the Great Conclave Arena

He looked like the field sounded, broken and repressed The white light gradually died, and was replaced by a criht that seemed to come from everywhere He was suddenly immersed in a sea of red

Theto the ear, but none could say it was peaceful The trudging notes were thick with oppression and grief

A new song from Poseidon! The screens in frtonf of every seat flashed with four dark-red words: The Sea of Blood

It was a tale told through song, about when huress of hulory of its achievements The story went on to detail man’s journey up to noith both its victories and blereen, and the sea was a forest Sprite-like figures of green light danced through the air of the arena, unhindered The crippling sadness was gone, replaced with an atht and joy The sudden shift ears as well, beco like it was the story of his life, with all its peaks and valleys, but nonetheless a glorious landscape