Lei Wuming drew several deep breaths. When he opened his eyes again, the web of lightning around him had already vanished.
Even if he had not lost the sparring match, in the eyes of outsiders, there was no difference between this and defeat.
A faint smile curled at Lei Wuming's lips as he once again understood what Qin Jiuge and Fahai had in mind.
What they needed was not victory, but victory in the eyes of outsiders.
Only then could they establish the stability of the Heavenly Gate as it stood now.
At that thought, Lei Wuming suddenly lost interest in continuing the fight.
Rather than using his trump cards against his own people, he might as well save them for the East Sea Dragon Clan.
The Dragon Clan had nurtured quite a few geniuses over the years. If he revealed all his trump cards now, his opponents could easily uncover them, costing him his advantage.
"You win this round."
Lei Wuming spoke.
The next moment.
He appeared at the registration desk, his brush dancing like dragons and serpents as he wrote his name with bold, unrestrained strokes. This also signified that Lei Wuming, the peerless prodigy of the Thunderbolt Faction, one of the three dominant factions, and a cultivator at the peak of the half-step Supreme realm, had joined the Heavenly Gate.
With that, all three great factions had gathered in one place.
The other factions and their prodigies no longer had any room to resist.
Otherwise, they would not merely be opposing Qin Jiuge, Fahai, and Lei Wuming, but contending against all of Chaos Main City and the sweeping momentum of the entire human race.
That would truly be courting death, foolish beyond measure.
"Lei Wuming lost. Lei Wuming, who commands offensive divine abilities within one of the