Pillar of Yita

This damn dwarf is dragging him down. The Continental League is a competition spanning the entire continent, and every word spoken here today would spread to Scepter Coast and Saint Hugon, to Nogness and Istania, and even to Osh and Rotao, reaching every corner of the continent where humans reside.

Colin Ishurian has brought tremendous disgrace upon himself, the royal family’s reputation utterly tarnished, but the Prime Minister wouldn’t care why this disgrace came about.

But, unlike him, his opponent could simply abandon the matters of the Artisan Association and hide away in Eldron. As long as the Dwarf Council doesn’t punish him, no one could do anything to him.

Count Roniel was both shocked and furious, his overwhelming rage turned into a roar: ”You dare, you little dwarf!?”

Phales didn’t even glance at him, stepping off the stage, he said to Fang Hong: ”This is as much as I can help you, young man. Unfortunately, I can’t help you win the championship. But as long as the royal family values its reputation, they shouldn’t trouble you.”

Fang Hong looked at the other, surprised and honored: ”Mr. Phales, the royal family will make you give up your position as Chairman.”

”I don’t mind that at all, really. The only thing I’ve cared about all my life is Alchemy. If you want to thank me, just remember this well.”

These words deeply moved Fang Hong, it was the first time he saw such a pure passion for Alchemy in someone else.

This was the same path Anluose taught him, different but leading to the same goal.

But, moved as he was, Fang Hong didn’t really intend to return to Golande, having many things left to do.

He nodded: ”I will remember your words, Mr. Phales.”

Phales nodded lightly.

The ignored Count Roniel was now furious and embarrassed, pointing in Fang Hong’s direction and shouting: ”Seize him!”

He had already screwed things up, and if he still couldn’t capture Fang Hong, he could almost foresee his miserable future. At his command, guards began to clear the crowd, while two Giant Constructs clattered and turned towards that direction.

Tianlan saw this scene and, in despair, shook Luo Yu’s arm, exclaiming: ”It’s over, it’s over, they’re coming!”

But suddenly, she saw a beam of light.

And it was at this moment, Su Changfeng issued a command through the communication channel: ”Execute the plan.”

Sounds of replies, mixed with the interference of magic power noise, came from each team’s channel.

Finally aggregated into his ear.

And then, spectators in the livestream saw a grand free drama unfold.

A squad of soldiers was parting the crowd.

This was one of the earliest teams to reach the edge of the arena. Then, the soldiers saw a young man in a black coat blocking their way.

He drew a short staff from behind him with one hand.

The group’s captain reacted quickly, aiming his crossbow at the adversary.

But still, he was a little too late.

The young man in the black coat held the short staff in one hand, and with a casual push of his other hand forward:

”Detect Weapon.”

”Perceive Hostility.”

”Force Field—Repel!”

A powerful force struck, sending the captain and his crossbow flying, and the bolts had long shot off somewhere unknown.

Dozens of soldiers were almost simultaneously knocked back, precisely distinguished from the audience, while the ordinary people beside them were hardly scratched, only startled by the scene.

The young man raised his hand, and the soldiers writhed in mid-air, he made a precise gesture up and down:

”Detection Crystal.”

”Magical Sever.”

”Get down for me!”

A chaotic mess unfolded, as the soldiers’ Magic Guided Reactors all unhooked, like rain falling to the ground.

The young man didn’t even look back, tossing a fireball to reduce them to ashes.

Then casually, he let the guards down; without their Magic Guided Reactors, they were without force.

On the other side of the arena.

The soldiers encountered a smiling female swordsman.

Baijia pressed down the weapons in Sophie and Xi’s hands, saying to them: ”My Princess, you are from Silver Weslan, this has nothing to do with you.”

”Besides, for dealing with these people, does Sister Baijia even need you to step in?”

”Just watch.”

After speaking, she held her sword in one hand, with the other in her coat pocket, turned with a smile to the soldiers.

Baijia tilted her head, smiling: ”What are you hesitating for, everyone, come at me together.”

But the soldiers had recognized her identity, their voices stuttering: ”Sword, Sword Witch...”

They braced themselves, raising their crossbows to shoot.

But the long sword in Baijia’s hand seemed to possess a spirit; as long as bolts approached within four feet of her, they were split in half with a flash of silver light.

She stepped forward, leaving behind a trail of broken arrows.

”Raise spears!”

The captain yelled out in grief and indignation.

A sea of long halberds engulfed the female swordsman.

But within moments, the soldiers were stumbling and collapsing all over, each Magic Guided Reactor bearing a slash of the exact same depth, size, and sparking with magic power.

Baijia stood among the fallen soldiers, sheathed her sword, and gently smoothed her hair.

The same scene was playing out all over the square.

People in the livestream were struck dumb, having long heard of the military’s formidable strength, establishing dominion over the Murky Domain, blocking multiple armies from advancing even an inch.

But hearing is one thing, and witnessing it with their own eyes was a whole different matter.

”This Count Roniel is truly down on his luck.”

”Going against the Special Preparedness Division, what was he thinking? Did he think his men were Morning Knights?”

”Do you think he wants to?”

Someone couldn’t help but interject: