The argument had lasted for about two hours.
Apophis and the guards had finally managed to completely disperse the chaotic crowd.
By this time, all the spectators had left the venue, and Yan Huan had been called back inside.
"Even though our trophy is gone, the sense of ceremony must remain!"
Apophis gripped the microphone and faced the camera.
"Contestant Yan Huan, please come to my side."
"First, we must thank Fagina!"
"Oh, gods! You who grant us feasts and fine wine! For the joy of this victory, please bestow upon us cheers that roll on like endless waves!"
"I announce that the champion of the Seal Clash Battle is—"
Clack— Suddenly, the venue plunged into pitch black.
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In the dark, Apophis wore a bewildered look. "Why are the bathhouse lights out? And where did the natural light go?"
At the same time, a familiar voice drifted from afar.
"What's Fagina's level even at now, with just these little seals?"
"You bubbled a Chimera onto the field, too? Can it ram? It can't ram. It doesn't have that kind of ability, you know?"
Beside her came the Thief Spirit's voice. "Big Sis, don't be so sharp. These are the finalists, after all."
"So what if they're in the finals?" The female voice kept outputting.
"Be pragmatic. I advise you to understand your own tactical gameplay and the concept of the little seal rush first."
"Yan Huan is the only one on the field who actually knows how to play. Is this right? This isn't right."
In an instant, the venue's lighting restored, and everyone saw that Cipher was standing on a high vantage point.
"What's wrong? Can't offer a sharp critique? I look at the atmosphere here... and it's not warm at all."
The citizens, who could only watch