With a dull thud, a javelin flew in from nowhere, piercing through the spot where he had just been and striking the floor.
Luo Hao looked up and discovered that two Lizardn had erged from the hole where he had appeared earlier—there were more enemies. He suddenly realized it was a preditated plan. But realizing this ca too late to stop it.
As he released the young Alchemist, the latter imdiately grabbed the crystal and hurled it forcefully toward the Ice Longstone.
To Luo Hao, that scene seed like a slow-motion shot, stretching ti.
He only saw the crystal slowly spinning in midair, tracing a long arc as it crashed into the massive Ice Longstone overhead.
Then there was a dazzling flash—
...
The imnse wave of sound in the arena gradually began to subside.
Everyone was looking up, their mouths agape, watching the majestic ether magic power in the sky slowly coalesce into form—it resembled a vast wind coming from all directions, forming a vortex that gradually receded in midair:
At the center of the vortex, a funnel-shaped tail hung down.
It was hundreds of ters long, winding downward.
And the widest part of the funnel in the sky had a diater of over a thousand ters, enough to encompass the entire square. The people just stared, watching the slender tail drop down from the sky, directly connecting with the arena below.
To be precise, it connected to Fang Hong's creation—
Countless magic powers flooded into the dark red arm armor that resembled split lava, and this miraculous scene lasted for several minutes before gradually dispersing.
Subsequently, the ether magic power returned to where it belonged in the world.
The sky's dinsion rift restored to its original state, causing the heavy clouds to suddenly disperse and the plaza to return to a clear, cloudless view. The square brightened, giving people a sense of the sun breaking through the clouds.
Yet, at that mont, everyone forgot to speak.
"The magic power's backflow..."
"A legend is born."
In the live broadcast studio, one of the guests muttered several tis without realizing it, and the staff beside him forgot to remind him not to be so absent-minded.
Because they themselves were a bit out of sorts.
But at that mont, no one could really laugh—
"Did I see wrong?"
"He actually crafted a legendary equipnt?"
"Not legendary, are you stupid?"
"A legend is nothing; that's a mythic artifact."
"It's sothing just below the semi-divine artifact—"
Pudra's mouth hung open.
Every sound seed stuck in the throat of this Master of Magic Potion.
He wanted to say this wasn't any main construct, but his professional integrity wouldn't let him utter such words—for although his specialty wasn't in the school of constructs, as a grand artificer, he could recognize the technique Fang Hong used to create this construct.
Moreover, the backflow of magic power and the birth of a legend, the crafting of a piece of legendary equipnt, was all too clear to him.
For a grand artificer, making a legendary equipnt is no easy feat.
In fact, crafting a legendary magic guided conductor involves many serendipitous factors, and for a top-tier Alchemist, producing two or three works at this level over a lifeti is worth boasting about.
Having as many as seven or eight could already be considered prolific.
As for those legends who left behind over ten, or even dozens of legendary magic guided conductors, each universally known in the history of alchemy, their nas could be called out by even ordinary people.
Yet on this side of the arena stood soone who was just a newcor, not even considered a high-order craftsman.
By what right?
Even Pudra, a renowned grand artificer, couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy—not because he himself couldn't craft legendary equipnt, but because at the other person's age, what was he doing?
He too was considered a famous genius, but at that age, he was just an apprentice. After all, as a native, his growth inherently lagged behind that of an Invoker.
Yet by what right could the other person achieve this?
A similar thought arose in nearly everyone's mind.
For a long mont, Count Westwood Sibika made no sound—the fact is, the only audible person present was Old Copper Nose, Sonan Steelbrow. This old Dwarf Chairman accidentally stepped on the table edge while retreating, causing himself and the table to crash down loudly.
But no one paid him any mind.
In the arena, staff mbers were cautiously approaching the arm armor that resembled the Demon's Claw.
The scorch marks of magic power upon it had not yet fully disappeared, and the residual heat had already burned the table to ashes, the dark red arm armor nestled in the ashes.
The craftsn cast a look of both reverence and awe at the young man much younger than themselves, respectfully asking, "Mr. Ade, may we examine your work?"
Fang Hong gently closed his eyes, feeling sowhat fatigued now, as if everything before had suddenly drained his energy.
He lightly nodded.
Alongside him, both Soul Fingerprint and Zheng Yongzai gazed at him with equally unbelievable eyes.
The craftsn dared not disturb him, surrounding the arm armor and cautiously using various magic guided instrunts to detect it. They could not afford to be careless, this was a legendary level magic guided conductor—
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