Pillar of Yita

"Dill, you're best at material purification, so handle the Sword Type Magic Conductor." Fang Hong turned around: "Cui Yu, you're up first. You create the Type II Clockwork Fairy."

Both nodded.

Fang Hong then looked at Liuli Yue. Before he could speak, the latter said, "Walker."

Fang Hong nodded. As the primary Combat Artisan for Walkers, Liuli Yue's understanding of them should be much deeper than most non-specialist artisans. It's most suitable for him to take the lead on this task.

As for himself, naturally, the capable do more work, and he honorably took on the task of creating the Omnipotent Plugin.

At this moment, the staff had set up the venue. The first contestant from the team from Eis was a young man wearing glasses.

Cui Yu glanced at his opponent, then stepped onto the stage.

...

Su Changfeng stood firm in the corner.

He picked up the Communication Crystal, listening to the slightly distorted voice coming from it:

"Captain, those Lizardmen are from the Ta Hess clan, descendants of the Holy Land warriors. They should be coming from the direction of Idus and have little connection with Fenris's Night Lizard clan."

"What I'm concerned about isn't that; what you need to pay attention to is their purpose and whether it aligns with our goals."

"That's hard to say, Captain. Probably not."

"Probably?"

Su Changfeng couldn't help but shake his head.

He frowned slightly; there were still too few personnel available. Picking up the crystal, he reminded, "Make sure to monitor those people closely and maintain contact with the Artisan Association. If necessary, we can leverage the power of the Elfendo Alchemists through them."

"Understood, Captain."

Su Changfeng nodded. His daughter was always known for her intelligence; the opposing side was likely bluffing before. However, the information his daughter relayed back was enough to get his attention. That little girl knows how to prioritize and would never joke about these things with him.

The Shadow Throne is still the Super Competitive League's partner guild in the south, and he believes his daughter understands the principle of a slight move affecting the entire situation.

But this should also be a joint achievement between the two, right?

He pondered over his daughter's relationship with that young man, while stroking his stubbly chin.

At this moment, another voice transmitted through the Communication Crystal: "Captain, the first round of matches is starting with four matches simultaneously. Which one should we watch closely?"

Su Changfeng raised his head, calmly surveying the sea of people in the stadium, and said, "Don't rush. Start with the unknown teams, especially those from Golande or Elpaxin."

"Get me the participant lists for these teams first, preferably with photos of the contestants for comparison."

"Understood, Captain."

Only then did Su Changfeng put away the Communication Crystal, standing still with his hands in his pockets. In his line of sight, two contestants were entering the arena.

From afar, an exclamation erupted across the plaza.

People looked up.

The continuous sunny days made the sky over Fanric exceptionally clean and bright, without a single cloud. High above the azure, the alchemists from the peak of Elfendo were collaboratively projecting a massive image above the stadium—

On the light screen was a corner of the stadium. The two contestants on the field faced each other, their every move and detail closely watched by the crowd. Seeing this scene, people couldn't help but engage in lively discussions with one another.

The atmosphere in the stadium heated up immediately, and any previous discordant notes were quickly forgotten by the easily distracted crowd.

The previous Speaker of Elfendo turned back with a smile: "Already a performance with A-grade quality has shown up so quickly."

This old man laughingly said to his colleagues in the box: "Speaking of which, I still remember that exhibition match three years ago; it was held in Elpaxin, wasn't it? This year's results are notably better than that one."

"There was no exhibition match three years ago."

"Oh?" The elder was momentarily stunned: "Then it must have been seven years ago."

"The exhibition match seven years ago was held in Golande."

The elder chuckled heartily, impossible to be annoyed: "Getting old, can't remember things. Ande, you take things too seriously."

Everyone laughed.

Only Count Westwood Sibika didn't laugh. Instead, he turned and reassured the young man behind him: "You don't need to be too nervous; this is just a small competition for you."

Rolin merely nodded.

Ande Ulriel observed this scene, his mind contemplating what his student and that young lady from the Albert Family had told him last night, unsure of what parts were true or false.

He felt his student might not lie, but that Hilveld girl might, yet the crucial thing was the lack of evidence. Thinking of this, he silently glanced again at the young man; Rolin was facing away from him, seemingly unaware of the attention.

The old Speaker was still gushingly talking: "Are those people from Dulun Branch? And the other side, the Holy Chooser?"

Everyone could only smile wryly, thinking the old Chairman really was confused. But Ande was clearly older, yet still just as astute and capable. Someone chimed in: "The Dulun Branch folks were eliminated during the preliminaries, old Speaker. Those are members from the Berard Branch, and the other side is the Rose Cross Army."

The old Speaker had a revelation: "I've heard of the Rose Cross Army."

Even Ande couldn't help but shake his head; one of the Holy Chooser's top ten guilds, how could one not have heard of it, this old geezer—

Meanwhile, Phales was in high spirits today, pointing at the contestant on the light screen and asking the staff: "What's his name?"