"You said you were sure this power was yours? Why didn't I know that?" Beneath the pink face, a piercing, mocking voice kept talking.
"I think this power is clearly mine! I created it, absorbed it, and just summoned it. I don't know why you took it away."
"Now, I'm taking my power back! Come on, come to me~."
Right in front of everyone, Lu Ce shamelessly spouted nonsense.
Everyone could see clearly that this bit of violet-black power had come from Chiyo Eon's body. He had even made her gather it!
Yet only a few seconds had passed, and he was already denying it outright, brazenly claiming it was his own power. He looked exactly like some landowner who forcibly seized things from others, making up nonsense without batting an eye.
But that was nonsense in their eyes.
To that unconscious power, however, it seemed as though what he said made perfect sense. It actually kept drifting toward him!
Chiyo Eon gritted her teeth, sweat already beading across her forehead.
But her efforts were futile. The power that belonged to her moved toward him bit by bit at a steady pace, finally sinking into his palm and disappearing.
She could only watch helplessly as the power that was clearly hers was seized by him.
"Hahahahaha! Weren't you sure? What exactly were you sure about?!"
Mocking laughter followed, sounding exceptionally evil.
Only then did everyone slowly process what they had just witnessed.
So this was what it meant to fight over a God Position—competing over who could draw in the power?
Xie Antong had roughly known this already, but now she raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.
Why did this move feel a little strange, like some kind of cuckolding plot...
Interesting.
Meanwhile, Chiyo Eon said