Pillar of Yita

”But isn’t Rolin also Chinese?”

”There’s something you don’t know, Rolin returned after studying at the Ancient Tower.”

”You,” the user with the ID ’Lan Mengmeng’ almost lost her breath: ”You, you’re being ridiculous!”

”Look at that, when you can’t argue, you start labeling people—if criticism isn’t free, then praise is meaningless—the domestic league’s self-degradation, half of the responsibility falls on you mindless fans, who only know how to praise.”

”I’m so mad!”

Tianlan, in a fit of anger, nearly threw the Communication Crystal in her hand.

Luo Yu and Gita turned around and saw her muttering to herself, while frantically tapping away on her Invoker system, like she was having a fit, couldn’t help but ask in surprise: ”What are you doing?”

”Nothing.” Tianlan replied through gritted teeth.

Gita, being slightly shorter, could just see the shadow on her opponent’s light screen from behind Tianlan.

Miss Natural Historian opened her small mouth slightly in surprise, observing that Tianlan was opening one betting site after another, maxing out every bet on Ragnarok’s victory in the Continental League.

Apparently not satisfied, Tianlan also accessed a web page, independently placing a series of singular bets on Ragnarok winning more than thirty points—one bet at ten thousand euros each—she waved her hand grandly:

Place ten bets.

Gita, utterly terrified, hurriedly grabbed Tianlan’s hand: ”You’re crazy, Tianlan, it’s impossible for the remaining scores to win by more than ten points now!”

Tianlan hesitated, then said angrily: ”I don’t care!”

Gita was rendered speechless.

On the field, the aggressive judge was staring intently at Fang Hong, as if trying to see through him.

Before going on stage, Pudra had already warned him, stating that the other party was a student of Ande, just a Combat Artisan. And how could a Combat Artisan be adept at crafting the Main Core Crystal?

Indeed, he thought, this must be the angle to pursue.

Just a bit of attention, and he found a flaw—over ninety percent purity level, did he think he was invincible? Without Level 25 and above in Crystal Knowledge, even some professional craftsmen couldn’t achieve this.

This must have been arranged in advance—

But Fang Hong looked at his opponent with a bit of compassion and asked: ”Do you really want me to demonstrate?”

He didn’t speak loudly, but it was enough for the nearby audience in the arena to hear clearly.

Many people realized this might be quite the show, so they opened their Invoker system to start recording. In the distance, Elpaxin’s craftsman noticed the disturbance and quickly made his way through the crowd, but how could that be easy?

The layers of spectators made it virtually impossible to get closer easily.

Only the judge was still immersed in his own world, mistakenly believing Fang Hong was guilty, merely nodding with disdain.

Fang Hong did not waste words, casually picking up a piece of crystal scrap from the table, holding it in his hand.

He casually looked at the crystal and said: ”Actually, it’s quite simple—”

Having said that, he turned his head back, looking only into his opponent’s eyes—and a pure white light ascended from his palm holding the crystal—the interior of the crystal glowing like a star, with a silvery thread pointing to a spot within.

Fang Hong answered in a voice as plain as flat water: ”As everyone knows, purification is essentially refinement, and by repeatedly connecting each Structural Point, naturally, precision can be increased.”

This is a well-known principle among Alchemists.

But it also seemed redundant.

Yet how to repeatedly connect a Structural Point, that is the crux of the issue. In the Artisan System, each attempt is doubly more difficult than the last, especially with the fragile structure of a crystal, each connection feels like a gamble.

Without the support of advanced Ether Knowledge, merely relying on an aesthetic of brute force is clearly unworkable.

This is the common understanding among most people.

However, the white light branched within the crystal in Fang Hong’s hand.

They seemed to be given life, automatically seeking the shortest paths, inching up like light veins within the crystal, blossoming into a flower of light.

The sudden burst of light drew increasing attention towards this direction in the arena.

Finally, more distant viewers could clearly see this scene, leaving them dumbfounded: ”How can he connect multiple Structural Points simultaneously?” This was the shared question for those with only a superficial understanding of Alchemy at this moment.

This is Multiple Parallel.

The judge took a step back, suddenly realizing a small error in his presupposition.

Now, he could only hope that this young man would stop at this. Multiple Parallel doesn’t prove anything; this technique might allow an Alchemist to connect Structural Points faster but cannot improve precision.

But he overlooked one point.

Multiple Parallel often implies calculative power.

White light branched out myriad strands like capillaries, resembling silent flowing light rivers, gradually converging towards each already lit Structural Point, once, twice, thrice, continuously flowing together.

This was nothing unusual, as Fang Hong had long been accustomed to such operations, walking this path time and again as he approached the realm of legendary works.

But the failures of the past had transformed into experiences of the present.

This scene triggered rounds of gasps among the crowd, cascading one after another. However, Fang Hong glanced around and showed no intention of stopping; indeed, he had already understood before joining the competition that there was no need to hide his abilities at this moment—