While he was thinking this, the second round of the competition also quickly ca to an end. In the end, three people were eliminated in the third challenge, so including Hudi, there were a total of six who passed.
An almost fifty percent pass rate was enough to demonstrate the standard of this group.
Hudi returned with a smug look on his face and said to Fang Hong, "How about that, not bad, right? Next up it's your turn, don't beco too nervous. I just checked out your operating fundantals, and they're actually fantastic!"
Fang Hong looked at the guy and didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a mont.
After passing the first evaluation, this guy seed like a completely changed person, almost sticking his tail up in the air, taking on the attitude of the eager teacher, and had evidently started to see himself as a senior Pioneer.
However, he also knew that Hudi ant well, so he nodded in agreent.
Seeing that Fang Hong was "teachable," Hudi couldn't help but feel very pleased and was about to impart so life experiences to this 'newbie'. But suddenly, a jeering voice ca over:
"Is this your new little brother, Mr. Shabby Combat Artisan?"
Hudi's face changed, and he turned around.
Fang Hong had already seen the fat man packing up his equipnt and coming over, stopping not far away with ill intent.
"What bullshit are you spouting now?" Hudi turned his head back and coldly said.
The fat man looked at Fang Hong's gloves with an air of mockery and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Look at you guys! Birds of a feather flock together. Where did you pick up this gem? Haha, these gloves have killed with laughter, dude, how did you co up with such a piece of trash?"
Hudi's face turned blood red with anger and he shouted, "Shut your damn mouth, no one will think you're a mute, you dead fat pig!"
The fat man's face changed as well, "What did you say?"
"Dead fat pig," Hudi said, emphatically pronouncing each word.
The fat man's face darkened terribly, and he coldly said, "Very well, you just wait for the next round." Then he turned to Fang Hong with a sinister look and sneered, "Just don't wet yourself with fright later, don't disgrace your big brother Hudi."
Fang Hong looked at the guy with a face full of question marks.
Wondering where exactly he had offended him, was there sothing wrong with this guy's brain?
After the other party left, Fang Hong couldn't help but turn to Hudi and say, "I'm starting to understand why you call him a dead fatty."
"Glad you understand," said Hudi, who very much shared the sentint.
By this ti, the third round of the competition was also over, and Fang Hong looked over to see that four people had passed. The Dwarf Referee picked up the gaphone again to call the next round of participants to enter the arena.
Fang Hong realized it was his turn.
He took a deep breath to stand up, and Hudi ca over to pat him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, it's very simple." Fang Hong nodded, picked up his Clockwork Fairy, and walked up.
The positions of the participants were marked on the ground with white circles in order; he was the twelfth participant in Group D, just the last one. He entered the circle, propped up the Clockwork Fairy—and, like the other participants, displayed his Control Gauntlets.
It was this gesture that provoked a wave of laughter.
"Wow, brother's gloves are aweso."
"Haha, could this be the legendary Beggar Outfit?"
"Beggar-style Combat Artisan."
"Bro, you've started a new trend."
The fat man known as 'Immortal Worm' laughed especially loudly, annoying Fang Hong, but he also felt a bit embarrassed. His equipnt really was a bit outrageous.
He couldn't help but grab his face out of habit, but just at that mont, the Dwarf Referee blew the whistle—
Fang Hong hadn't reacted yet, so he was instantaneously a beat slower.
The surrounding laughter grew even louder. This young Combat Artisan was really too amusing, distracted even as the competition started, and the fat man was laughing so hard he nearly cried.
Seeing this, Hudi couldn't help but stamp his feet and beat his chest. This little brother he'd just befriended.. was still too inexperienced.
But it was at this mont that Fang Hong cald down. With an extrely efficient gesture, he pulled down his Wind Goggles and then adjusted the lens depth.
Upon seeing this, Hudi instinctively quieted down—very professional, a strange thought flashed through his mind.
Fang Hong gave an upward thrust with his hand.
With a hum, the four sets of copper wing blades on the Clockwork Fairy Model II vibrated simultaneously. Four intertwined spiraling curves traced a beautiful golden trajectory, giving the Clockwork Fairy a light quiver.
It took off, pausing lightly mid-air, then suddenly turning into an arrow and shooting forward.
It instantly overtook three or four other Clockwork Fairies.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without a single flaw.
The surrounding area suddenly fell silent—
Faintly, one could hear the sound of people sharply inhaling.
A short takeoff.
Four-Wing Dance—
The saying goes, "You can tell a true craftsman by their first move." This simple act of taking off had conquered everyone present. Even the woman known as Blood Night Demon Moon was so struck that she stood up from her seat, knocking over the chair.
anwhile, Hudi's Clockwork Fairy clattered to the ground as his mouth hung wide open.
He had seen sothing, the level of control of a professional Invoker.
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