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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　The crowd's entranced fascination lasted until one of the "special effect" light orbs was deflected back into them, causing an explosion which injured many. The whole venue immediately turned into a chaotic mess of people fleeing for their lives, pus.h.i.+ng and even stomping on whoever was in their way.

　　Li Yiming could only watch as the tragedy unfolded. Even if he wished to help those around him, he had no attention to spare, for he knew that his confrontation with the other guardians had only started.

　　The young employee invited inside by Mr. Kong was about to make for the exit when Mr. Kong grabbed her wrist. "No need to run. Trust me, you'll be safe if you stay with me."

　　Strangely, instead of fleeing in disbelief, the young girl was compelled to listen to Mr. Kong and sat down calmly.

　　As the fighting continued, the lighting truss was blown off by a mortar round, while a steel beam which supported the temporary stage was cut cleanly into two by an ax. A gaping hole was produced in the giant LED panel behind the stage, and a small fire had already started on another panel to the side. Li Yiming, however, continued dancing, with more and more shadows emerging from his body with every movement.

　　"A technique suitable for a large brawl…" Stargaze observed from the crowd.

　　"Wait, something's wrong. He shouldn't need to use this ability to fight against small fries…" Mr. Xie frowned as he scrutinized Li Yiming's movement.

　　"No need to worry, we can wait. The real players to the show have yet to do anything," Yun Yiyuan leaned comfortably against the sofa and slowly slid his hand full of calluses around Ying Mei's collar.

　　As the instrumental music for the first song finally concluded, Li Yiming paused briefly and looked around before closing his eyes once more. 'So I lose these clones if they get hit…'

　　Sai Gao had helped Li Yiming familiarized himself with his new ability; with every dance, he would be able to temporarily acquire a new talent. However, the nature of the talent was out of his control. It was as if he was playing at a slot machine. The cloning technique was transient, and Li Yiming could only hope to be as lucky with his next draw.

　　"s.h.i.+t!" Li Yiming suddenly exclaimed as he continued dancing. A flurry of insults followed.

　　"c.r.a.p!"

　　"a.s.shole!"

　　"Son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h!"