The arena was already filled with hissing noises. The residents of Axinpal had no deep friendship with the Kapuka people, but they were at least united in their disdain. In particular, the Knights Nation representatives from the Ancient Tower who showed their true colors angered most of the audience.

Even the wandering horse couldn't help but frown. He could clearly see that the person in charge of the Ancient Tower was doing it on purpose. Trying to get more teams to advance wasn't a bad thing, but such a display was indeed quite unsightly.

But it wasn't over yet.

Rosetta, with her thick and bushy eyebrows furrowed, was just about to make her case. But at that moment, a Korean-styled girl suddenly stepped out from behind the person in charge of the Ancient Tower and said arrogantly, "Even if you were to participate, you might not make it to the top five. Why waste everyone's time?"

There was also a boy behind the girl, squinting and looking somewhat shy. He saw his teammate walking up and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was unable to stop her, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Korean-styled girl continued, "Mr. Chairman, I have a rational suggestion for you. What you need to consider now is not how to save face, but to find a reliable collaborator. Look at your collaborator, other than packaging stars and boasting about themselves, what else can they do? In our place, such people are not even qualified to be called Chosen. If they can't win, they turn to the military for help, incompetent babies—"

"Damn!" Luo Hao couldn't help but let out a curse when he saw this.

They say you shouldn't hit a person in the face or expose their shortcomings when you curse them, yet this girl seemed to specialize in hitting where it hurts the most.

The disastrous defeat of the three grand guilds in the Murky Lands was a sore spot for all fans, and having to stabilize the situation with military aid was an embarrassment that even mentioning it among themselves felt inauspicious, let alone having it brought up by an opponent.

The wandering horse's live stream practically exploded, the barrage of comments almost crashing the stream as various rhythms took off. He couldn't help but curse this brainless woman for making his own trouble, while instructing the moderators to silence users and activating a comment time limit to stabilize the situation.

Although he was a scenery broadcaster, he couldn't help feeling a sense of common enmity and his teeth itched with frustration. However, he still had to continue commentating, "This girl should be the Chosen from the Iron Oak Duchy, let's check her information—Vikki, Busan, a well-known MVP and genius player, nineteen years old, profession, wait—Combat Artisan?"

The wandering horse even sounded surprised, "A Combat Artisan is participating in the Alchemist standard race?"

At that moment on the projected screen—

Rosetta raised his eyebrows. With his age and experience, he was not going to bother arguing with a young girl. He was about to say something to the person in charge of the Ancient Tower, but just at that moment, an Elpaxin staff member approached him and whispered something in his ear.

The Dwarf Chairman's eyes lit up.

"What did you say?" he turned his head back to ask the staff member again.

"The Kapuka Artisan Association people have arrived," the staff member raised his voice and repeated.

This time, everyone in the arena heard it clearly—

"Excellent," Rosetta almost wanted to burst out laughing. He stroked his long beard, giving the person in charge of the Ancient Tower a meaningful glance from a distance.

The latter's face turned from green to white in a flash and tossed out a remark disdainfully, "Hmph, sheer luck."

The girl Vikki wasn't as expressive; she just shook her head, "Waste of time."

But the wandering horse, seeing this scene, couldn't help but enthusiastically throw a punch. He began to understand why so many people were fascinated with super competitive events; it was an indescribable feeling that truly made one's blood boil.

Outside of the projection screen, Luo Hao, however, was much more rational. After cursing out loud, he quickly calmed down. The woman wasn't entirely wrong; the overall slump of the China Competition Region could not be changed just by the arrival of the Kapuka Artisan Association.

Even a few more teams making it into the top five wouldn't help the current situation. Perhaps a complete wipeout would be better, at least to break some people's illusions. But the question was, which part went wrong over the years?

He couldn't help but wonder.

"Not watching anymore?" The instructor looked at him and asked.

Luo Hao shook his head, "No, it's not interesting."

"Then let's go."

The two of them had just turned around when suddenly a deep murmur of surprise came from the projection screen. It was followed by the wandering horse's equally surprised commentary, "This is... the team from the Kapuka Artisan Association, this lineup..."

In the Continental League, a team from the Artisan Association was often a massive group, not limited in number. However, which contestant would play specifically depended on the nature and form of the match, and was determined by the leader of the Artisan Association.

For this reason, it was normal for the audience not to recognize the contestants. And naturally, the organizers would have checked the identity and qualifications of the contestants beforehand, preventing any fraud.

What puzzled the wandering horse was that he couldn't find these contestants appearing on the projection in any of the player cards.

Did he lose his prep work?

He felt a bit embarrassed for a moment; that would be a huge loss of face. Thankfully, most of the viewers in the live stream were not professionals, so they didn't mind his momentary lapse, but instead grew curious:

"Wait a minute, aren't those the same three people from before? Do you guys remember?"

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