The Epochrion looked at her compatriot, genuinely stunned. âAre you thinking of doing something?â
The Terminator heaved a sigh. âThere always needs to be a bad guy. As leader of the North, that mantle falls to me. Anyway, Iâve been seen as an enemy to the East for a very long time already.â
She sighed, but did not respond.
He went on in a soft, detached voice. âIf you donât agree I wonât force you to get involved. Youâre from the East, after all.â
âYou must consider our real enemies,â she said in a low voice. âWe should try to preserve all of humanityâs power for that fight.â
âThen let it be the Northâs power!â He said, his voice rising in pitch. âNOT the East, do you understand?â
She regarded him in silence for a moment, then sighed. âWe must think on it. Letâs wait and see what the rest of the tournament has in store.â
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After lunch, Lan Jue made his way back to the hotel where Qianlin was waiting. She saw his pensive look and answered with high spirits. âYou really showed them today! What a victory!â
He chuckled. âQi Mu underestimated me. Itâs an important lesson for you; never walk in to a fight with assumptions. His Discipline is much stronger than mine, and even with my martial arts I couldnât keep defending myself completely. But he underestimated me, and that let me get the upper hand. I found an opening and was able to let loose with my full power. If this had been a real battle it would have been even worse for him.â
âThereâs was another reason he lost, though, and that was faith. After his loss to Titan he was already in low spirits. It has affected is self-confidence, and for that reason the fight was easier than it should have been.â
Qianlin looked at him with a hint of anxiety in her eyes. âYouâre facing Titan yourself, tomorrow. Should we join for the fight?â
Lan Jue shook his head. âNot yet. I want to feel it out first and see where his Disciplineâs at. After that weâll re-asses.â
She nodded. âSo should we cultivate?â
âYup.â Lan Jue needed to relax and take some time to reflect over the joining of his Taiji and Lightning skills and how theyâd joined today.
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A Coffee Shop.
Hua Li sat with a cup of dark coffee cradled in his hands. The brew had begun to chill, but he still took the occasional sip. He was still hidden beneath the glasses and hat, but the facemask had been removed for practical reasons. He was seated in a far corner, and seemed unconcerned about being discovered.
Mo Xiao sat across from him with a cup of juice, untouched.
âYouâve got to stop taking digs at Lan Jue. Iâve told you a dozen times.â Hua Li patiently explained.
Mo Xiaoâs response was measured. âIâm a sports caster, I was narrating the fight. Youâre imagining things.â
Hua Li sighed in exasperation. âI wish that was the case⊠I wish I was down there with him.â
She shook her head without hesitation. âUnacceptable. Poseidon cannot lose. Fans can guess, but they can never see you lose with their own eyes. Youâre an idol and an inspiration, Lord of the Seas â do you understand?â
âMore often than not, I wish I was just a normal guy.â The rock star pitifully lamented.
âTelling me doesnât mean anything,â she said with smirk. âTell that to your family. And if thereâs nothing else then itâs time to go back, we still have to rehearse. Donât forget that the Epochrion and the Terminator will both be at the closing ceremony.â
Hua Liâs face fell. âI never thought itâd get this serious.â
Mo Xiao nodded knowingly. âBut crisis can also bring opportunity. I got news from DreamNet that someone had gotten an alien Core from Taihua. It was full of vitality, which could be processed for human use. An Adept who used it could have their vitality improved, and may even have their lives extended. Itâs even more potent than the fantascia genetica. Once research is complete, this should be an incredible boon for humanity.â
Hua Li looked stunned. âReally?â
She smiled, then added softly. âI would never dare lie to you. I learn more than that, too. There was also news of an auction on Lyr where an s-ranked Tear of Neptune was sold. It didnât earn much. Do you know how the Tear is used?â
Hua Li thought for a minute. âI think it purifies the energy of other power gems.â
She nodded. âThatâs right. And those alien Cores? Theyâre a lot like power gems. With a Tear of Neptune it could purify whatever alien potency it has. The only thing left would be that pure enhancing essence. With that we could start researching in full.â
Anticipation twinkled in Hua Liâs eyes. He blurted, âMo Xiao. You really have a head for business. Iâm pretty sure youâve evolved passed humanity at this point.â
She gave him a demure smile. âOf course. I speculate to accumulate. Iâve already presented the plan to the board of directors.â
Hua Li laughed. âAgain Iâm the last to know.â
âBut you are the patriarch,â she said, suddenly solemn. âEverything I do, you have to know I do it for you.â
Hua Li sniffed. âCould you not? The more you put it the less it seems to pay off. I donât want that for you.â
Mo Xiao fell silent. After a time, she replied in a low voice. âI have no expectations for you or what you will become. I only do as much as Iâm willing to do, because seeing you happy makes me happy. Thatâs what you do when you love somebody, you do what you can to make them happy. If this plan works out, then it will be a victory for all of humanity. They will live longer, and Iâm convinced that will not be the only benefit.â
Hua Li looked at her with a serious look. âAlright, letâs go and rehearse. It looks like the Gobi Entertainment Group will have to throw their gauntlets in to the fray.â
Mo Xiao looked right back. âI just hope when weâre ready itâs not already too late.â
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âDreamNet upgrade is sixty-nine percent complete.â
âContinue the update. Maintain security.â
âContinuing DreamNet upgrade.â
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Eastern Alliance, Planet Skyfire. National Eastern University.
âThe Drillmaster won it! Heâs the best! When are we going to be as strong as he is?â
âStop daydreaming. At our age, weâre past due. The Drillmaster is on another level, still young â I think they say the cut-off is forty. Do you think weâll be as strong as he is, even when weâre forty?â
âWho says? If we keep working as hard as we did in the A.R.C. classes then itâs a piece of cake!â
âThen you better pray the Drillmaster gets back soon to keep training us. All those needles and lightning and hot baths werenât so bad.â
âYouâre a damn sadist!â
âHeh, youâre one to talk. It was your idea, wasnât it? If you want to be a hero, whatâs a little hardship along the way? At least Iâm gunna be ready â he cooked us once and heâs gunna cook us again. Iâm gunna go cultivate, so that when the Drillmaster gets back heâll see how much Iâve improved. Then Iâll learn even more!â
âH-hey! Wait for me!â
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The Pharmacist sat by the window, staring out at Luo City as it twinkled in the night. Junâer lay peacefully in her arms. She looked up at her mother and smiled. âMama, Iâm so happy I got to come. Thank you for bringing me, and daddy, too.â
The Pharmacist smiled down at the little one. âMommy used to think differently. I should have brought you out much earlier. It was your fatherâs suggestion.â
Junâer went on. âMommy, I do miss home a little though. Skyfire Avenue is our home. When will we be going back?â
Her gentle voice answered. âWhen the tournament is over, sweetheart, then weâll go home. Do you really think daddyâs going to be the champion?â
Junâer nodded resolutely. âI saw it, I know itâs the truth. Daddy will be champion.â
âAlright.â The Pharmacist nodded at her and gently stroked the small girlâs hair. âSleep little one. Tomorrow you can keep cheering us on. Especially daddy. If heâs going to be champion, then heâs got a big fight.â
âYeah, but daddyâs still going to win.â
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The room was dark, and cold. It stank of wet metal, like an alloy factory. A single figure occupied the center of the room. His bare back rippled with swollen muscles.
His face revealed traces of pain. A fine, metallic sweat trickled from his bald head. Most startling, though, was the sound they made â like metal scraping across metal as they popped from the pores.
Veins like writhing worms thumped below his skin. The rhythm was chaotic, and made the whole of him seem unbalanced.
His skin had become metal, from head to toe. The hue of it changed constantly; sometimes a radiant silver, sometimes an ashen grey, sometimes shimmering gold. He flickered between the three of them. The area around him also affected, and started to warp uncomfortably. At the borders of the light, a deep abysmal black appeared were reality was cracked. It was like he wasnât really there at all, but somewhere between there and another dimension.