Everyone couldn't help but look at Ande.
The Alchemists present vaguely sensed that he seed not to take much of a liking to the young man.
Phales also glanced at his old friend, having so idea why.
But Ande furrowed his brow, thought for a mont, and did not explain. After all, without evidence, even if he were to speak out, others might not believe him. Although Elfendo was a whole, beneath this unity, everyone had their own thoughts.
The atmosphere in the box was montarily silent.
Until soone made a light sound, breaking the silence.
"Could it be such a coincidence?" That person looked at the projection in the crystal and said.
Only then did everyone look to their respective projection crystals.
When they saw that scene, they were taken aback.
No way.
Another one?
On the arena, boos were rising.
The previous situation was playing out again, with the sa scene repeated without change.
On the field, Dill's slow motion appeared to the audience as blatant mockery—you are acting, but at least be professional to so degree. This was blatant, completely disregarding the competition rules.
Of course, the so-called competition rules only existed in people's imagination. After all, the Continental League did not stipulate that ti could decide the outco of a match, although generally, contestants would keep their ti within ten minutes.
After all, the most ti-consuming part of Alchemy production is actually the preparation and repeated Purification of materials, and during the competition, only the final step is needed, which actually doesn't require such a long ti.
However, the mood in the square was fervent, but the official live broadcast was sowhat eerie.
The comntators had presumably gotten so scoop from the arena. Originally, the guests were also curious about the issue on the arena, but upon seeing a note handed over by the staff, their faces all changed.
The tone of the discussion in the live broadcast room imdiately shifted, with both guests and comntators becoming rather cautious in their speech.
Those more perceptive in the audience had already held back upon seeing this scene. In fact, most people had already realized at this ti that even if Raganrok was cheating, they wouldn't do it so blatantly.
They are not fools, and neither are the people from Raganrok.
Only a few comnts were still driving the rhythm, acting as if they couldn't be happier.
At this point, Dill had finally completed his work and handed it to the staff. The outco was the sa as last ti; this ti the judging was still done by the senior craftsman from before, who hurriedly took away the works of the two contestants and returned to the stands.
But this ti, unlike before, unlike Evan's calm deanor, the Elite contestant nad Zheng Kai was obviously lacking in psychological resilience. Affected by Dill, he unexpectedly made a few small mistakes during the competition.
The latter was also a bit nervous and subconsciously glanced at Dill, only to find him calmly looking towards the scoreboard.
Soon, he heard a gasp coming from the square.
More and more people saw the numbers on the scoreboard, and the gasps gradually gathered into a roar of voices.
The opposing side couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, subconsciously looking in that direction. Numbers finally appeared on the scoreboard, but it was not the score between him and Dill. Instead, the score from the previous match was finally displayed.
Elite, Evan, 92.4 points.
Raganrok, Cui Yu, 97.3 points.
He widened his eyes, almost unbelievingly staring at the two numbers, as if a surge of blood rushed to his brain, nearly making him faint. Although that wasn't his score, his first thought was still three words:
Impossible!
Then a terrifying thought ca to mind: There really is a conspiracy!
He almost imdiately wanted to stand up and loudly cry out, but suddenly felt soone walk up to him. Looking carefully, he realized it was the cold-faced Virus.
"Sister Virus..."
The latter said nothing, just looked up at the sky.
After a mont, she turned back to look and cast a distant glance at Dill. But in her mind, she wasn't thinking of Cui Yu nor the girl before her, but rather the back of a young man she had seen before, and she slightly narrowed her eyes.
The two shadows in her heart were overlapping.
"Odin."
She whispered softly.
In the live broadcast room, only a few comnts were repeatedly appearing:
"Cheating revealed!"
"Raganrok is cheating!"
"Reveal both works!"
"Redo the match!"
"Sothing must be wrong in Silver Weslan's match too!"
But more people's eyes had fallen on the paper covered in the presenter's hand—the latter said sothing in a low voice to the staff, nodded, and looked up. The presenter's first words brought the live room to a halt:
"Dear audience, we have just made contact with the Tournant Organizers," he paused, "in the interest of fairness and justice, they have provided us with firsthand information and allowed us to disclose the detailed information of the works of the two contestants."
And almost the sa voice was resounding in the sky above the square.
People raised their heads one after another.
In the sky there, such a scene was projected.
Invokers Alchemists, left and right, presented the specific attributes of Evan and Cui Yu's works to everyone through the system.
In all fairness, Evan's work was indeed a gem among the Swift Burst plugins—whether its fixed attribute values or the fluctuating attribute values when Skills were activated, it was top-notch, and the durability of the work's structure far exceeded that of Cui Yu.
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