The sudden fluctuation of aura was incomparably powerful.
The mont it appeared, a vast and heavy aura washed over, directly suppressing the Primordial Weapons forged by Huo Yan, Qin Mutian, and Tang Muxue.
Even Huo Yan's Crescent Great Saber, which had reached the Spirit Level Limit, only resisted for a mont. It attempted to contend with the newly erged Primordial Weapon, but it was defeated in the blink of an eye.
The Crescent Great Saber, which had been like an overlord's blade just monts ago, had now beco as limp as a kitchen knife.
Tang Muxue felt a series of tremors from the twin swords in her hands. She couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows, her surprised gaze fixed in the direction of the fluctuating aura.
Among everyone present, the person with the ugliest expression was undoubtedly Qin Mutian!
He was the dignified Crown Prince, who had reached the top ten in the last competition and was now expected to vie for first place.
After successfully refining the Spirit-level High-Grade Primordial Weapon in his hands with a burst of extraordinary performance, he had already considered victory to be his.
But then Tang Muxue had effectively slapped him in the face.
Huo Yan followed that up with another slap. Now, soone else was here to strike his face, already swollen like a pig's head. How could Qin Mutian not be frustrated?
Of course, if one were to ask who was the most frustrated, it would have to be Huo Yan.
In his eyes, no one else mattered. From the mont the competition started, he had been certain that the champion's title belonged to him.
Even when Qin Mutian refined a Spirit-level High-Grade Primordial Weapon, and even when Tang Muxue produced a pair of even higher quality sword Primordial Weapons, Huo Yan's conviction hadn't wavered in the slightest.
In his view, he would still be the undisputed number one. No one could shake his position.
But now...
This sudden energy impact from a forming Primordial Weapon shattered Huo Yan's confidence.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How can soone's Primordial Weapon be a higher grade than my Spirit Level Limit?" Huo Yan's eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked toward the source of the Primordial Weapon's aura.
When he saw the source of this Primordial Weapon's fluctuation, the shock on his face intensified by several degrees.
Staring ahead in horror, he stamred, "Hong... Hong Yu? How could it be him?"
Qin Mutian also noticed Hong Yu, his eyes wide with fury. "It's him? Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could it be him?"
Tang Muxue blinked her dark, jewel-like eyes, which flickered with a captivating liveliness. Her long eyelashes fluttered as her crisp, pleasant voice sounded in confusion, "Huh? Why do I feel more and more like I've seen this guy sowhere before?"
Under these circumstances, perhaps only soone as adorably clueless as Tang Muxue could shift her focus away from the Primordial Weapon!
An ice-blue radiance swirled around Hong Yu. Snowflake-like shards of ice danced in the air, and a blue storm swept around him.
On the heavy Primordial Weapon Heavy Hamr, streaks of ice-blue inscriptions were branded upon its surface.
A blue light flowed between each inscription, and every cycle transmitted a heavy and icy aura. This fluctuation of aura alone completely surpassed that of the Spirit Level Limit Crescent Great Saber.
"Eh? This little guy actually re-fused the separated Artifact Embryo and Inscriptions?"
Tang Long suddenly exclaid in surprise.
Sitting beside him, the graceful and noble Third Princess's eyes shone with a peculiar light. "It's true! He's really created another miracle!"
"Another one?"
Tang Long paused, looking at the Third Princess in astonishnt. "Third Lass, do you know this little fellow?"
"Ah?"
The Third Princess froze, then quickly waved her hands. "I don't know him! I-I just thought his performance in the competition so far was very good! Yes, that's it!"
Aunt Leng facepald. '...' 'My lady, you're so nervous, who wouldn't be able to tell sothing is up?'
As expected...
Tang Long blinked, looking at the Third Princess, then back at Hong Yu on the field.
Fan Datong's eyelids were lowered as he glanced at Wang Ba from the corner of his eye.
Wang Ba shook his head slightly and said indifferently, "He's just a lucky brat who learned so Secret Technique for refining and repairing from who-knows-where. However, given the compatibility between his Primordial Weapon Embryo and Inscriptions, no matter how grand the display, the quality of the final product won't be too high!"
"Mm, it definitely won't surpass Huo Yan's. Even the Crown Prince's and that girl Mu Xue's Primordial Weapons should be of higher quality than his. This is just a case of loud thunder but little rain!"
Master Fan also nodded in agreent.
Only Tang Long remained silent, frowning slightly as he stared intently at Hong Yu.
「At the sa ti.」
On the stage, Hong Yu finally began to calm down, and the vast aura slowly receded.
The Primordial Weapon Heavy Hamr, which had created such a huge commotion, was finally revealed to everyone.
"Th-This is Spirit Level Middle Grade?"
"What the hell? All that commotion, and it's just a Spirit Level Middle Grade?"
"For fuck's sake! Got my hopes up for nothing! I thought it would be so earth-shattering, god-defying creation, but it turns out to be Spirit Level Middle Grade?"
A wave of angry curses suddenly erupted.
The entire Artifact Arena was about to be overturned, on the verge of boiling over.
All that commotion just now suppressed even a Spirit Level Limit Primordial Weapon. Everyone thought it was so incredible Primordial Weapon, but in the end, it was only a Spirit Level Middle-Grade Primordial Weapon?
Such a huge contrast was difficult for people to accept.
Of course, so were happy while others were worried!
Huo Yan's face was stunned for a mont, then he burst into laughter. He laughed wildly and wantonly, clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes. "Hehehehe, hahahaha... This is killing ! You're fucking killing ! Hong Yu, oh Hong Yu, you wasted all that effort just to forge this piece of junk?"
Qin Mutian also had a scornful look on his face. "Tsk tsk, and I thought you were soone impressive. Turns out you're just all show and no go."
Qin Mutian also breathed a sigh of relief internally.
Another ten-plus minutes passed, and the remaining experts also completed their Primordial Weapon refining. However, after the powerful debuts of Hong Yu and the other three, everything that followed seed dull and unremarkable.
Finally, Aunt Leng's voice echoed through the Artifact Arena again. "Next, please have your Primordial Weapons ready. A specialist from the Royal Family will co to collect them. They will be handed over to three senior experts for evaluation to determine the final rankings!"
One by one, the Primordial Weapons were collected and sent behind the grandest water-screen viewing platform in the Artifact Arena.
"Who do you think will be first place in the end?"
"Is there even a need to ask? It has to be Huo Yan!"
"That's right, I think it's Huo Yan too. He forged a Spirit Level Limit Primordial Weapon. Who could possibly surpass him?"
"Actually, I think the Crown Prince and Miss Tang Muxue are also pretty good!"
"Anyone's better than that half-assed Hong Yu. Goddammit, he made such a huge scene and got all nervous for nothing, and it turns out to be a Spirit Level Middle Grade. Shit..."
「On the stage.」
The crowd of experts who had lasted until the final round all cast looks of pity or contempt toward Hong Yu.
It seed Hong Yu's flashy display had made them look dim in comparison, causing them all to harbor resentnt. Of course, this also included so who saw that Huo Yan and Qin Mutian were ostracizing Hong Yu and wanted to curry favor with them.
Only Hong Yu himself remained indifferent to these strange looks.
He waited quietly.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed...
At this mont, Aunt Leng's voice ca from behind the water screen again. "Thank you all for waiting. The final rankings for this Qin Kingdom Youth Spiritual Craftsman Competition have been decided."
"After several rounds of competition, the top three of the Qin Kingdom Youth Spiritual Craftsman Competition have erged..."
"In third place is—Tang Muxue!"
"ROAR!"
A roar of excitent reverberated throughout the entire Artifact Arena, the sound shaking the heavens.
Tang Muxue looked adorably dazed. She blinked and only ca to her senses after a long mont. "Oh, third place? Hehe, good thing I've completed the task Grandpa gave . Now I don't have to study Artifact Refining with him for the next month!"
Everyone: "..."
'So this young lady participated in the competition just so she wouldn't have to study Artifact Refining?'
Qin Mutian clenched his fists. 'Tang Muxue is third? Then second place should be . It's unlikely I'd surpass Huo Yan!'
Aunt Leng continued, "In second place—Huo Yan!"
STOMP STOMP STOMP!
Huo Yan staggered back three steps, his eyes flashing with disbelief. "Second? I'm only second?" His face turned ashen as he gritted his teeth. "Who's first? Who the hell stole my first place?"
"WHOA!"
"What? Huo Yan is only second? Then who's first?"
"Could it be Crown Prince Qin Mutian? You know, that's actually possible!"
Qin Mutian's face flushed red. He took a deep breath and said blankly, "Heavens, did first place really fall to ? Wahahaha..." He beca ecstatic, his eyes filled with triumph. "Huo Yan? Tang Muxue? Hong Yu? Hahaha, you'll all have to lick this Crown Prince's shoes! I am number one..."
"The final champion of this Youth Spiritual Craftsman Competition is—"
Aunt Leng deliberately dragged out her words.
Qin Mutian straightened his clothes, a confident and certain smile on his face. He took a small step forward, just waiting for Aunt Leng to announce his na so he could begin his thank-you speech!
"Our first-place winner is—Hong Yu!"
Aunt Leng finally announced the first-place winner.
Crown Prince Qin Mutian took a step forward and raised his hand. "Thank you, thank you all for your sup— What? Hong... Hong Yu? First place is Hong Yu?"
Qin Mutian's eyes shot wide open.
He looked around in disbelief, only to find the entire Artifact Arena had fallen utterly silent, with hundreds of thousands of gazes all fixed on him.
Even as the Crown Prince of a Kingdom, accustod to grand occasions, Qin Mutian couldn't help but feel a scorching heat run through his body as his face flushed crimson.
"H-How could this happen?"
Qin Mutian looked around, utterly devastated, feeling the world spin around him.
He suddenly glared at Hong Yu, his eyes filled with blood-red killing intent. "Impossible! I object! Third Sister, how on earth did you judge this? I object! How could first place be Hong Yu? Absolutely impossible! I'm not convinced! I object..."
"You worthless thing! See for yourself the gap between the Primordial Weapon you refined and Hong Yu's!"
A cold snort ca from within the water screen.
"SWISH SWISH!"
A Heavy Hamr and a longsword shot out at the sa ti.
The two Primordial Weapons collided violently in mid-air. A blinding flash of sparks erupted with a loud BANG.
The longsword was actually smashed clean in two by the Heavy Hamr!
On the Heavy Hamr, there wasn't a single mark.
"This is the Primordial Weapon you refined. Now, are you still not convinced?"
The voice was vigorous and deep; it was none other than Tang Long's.
Staring at his broken longsword, Qin Mutian collapsed to the ground, utterly despondent.
Tang Long said coolly, "Is there anyone else who objects to the competition's results?"
The entire arena was silent. With Tang Long himself having spoken, who would dare to object?
Only Huo Yan took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward. "I—do—not—accept!"
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