This legendary Alchemist, the former former Chairman of the Southern Alliance—Ande Ulriel thought the other party would confidently reply: 'Lose, how could we lose?' Honestly, he didn't really like young people who were too flamboyant.

To Ande Ulriel, an Alchemist should be more steady and low-key, cautious and meticulous, and passionate about their craftsman profession; but in the Southern Alliance, especially among the Holy Chosen, such young people had become increasingly rare.

This is probably the generational gap, he thought; but after getting older, he wasn't as straightforward as in his younger days, so if Fang Hong responded this way, he could actually accept it—young people, after all, it's normal for them to be proud and ambitious.

As long as 'Copper Nose' can receive a lasting lesson, he can accept it.

But what this legendary Alchemist, the former former Chairman of the Southern Alliance could never have expected was—

Fang Hong thought for a moment and replied: "...Lose, then just lose?"

'Bang'—Parker, who had been searching for something interesting on the shelf behind, heard this and bumped his head into the shelf, almost getting buried alive by the falling books.

Nearby, the Dwarf Goblins screamed and came running over, pulling him out from underneath.

Hilveld, listening to the response, couldn't help but chuckle, rarely laughing outright. Her eyes curved into crescents, looking stunning.

Ande Ulriel was so infuriated by this guy that he couldn't speak; he barely got his breath back, glaring at him sternly: "Listen, kid—you can do anything, but you absolutely cannot lose!"

"Huh?"

"Huh what, did you hear me?"

Fang Hong glanced at the smiling Hilveld beside him, then looked at the stern legendary Alchemist in front of him. Perhaps thinking of why the other appeared so strict, he seriously nodded.

However, in his view, if the opponent isn't the Chairman—he shouldn't lose... right?

Seeing him nod, Ande Ulriel turned around somewhat uneasily. But after this Q&A, he felt this young man was somewhat unreliable. He had to admit, after seeing the younger generation of craftsmen in the Southern Alliance.

Proud and ambitious they might be, but they at least had skills. He couldn't help but doubt his beliefs, wondering if he was wrong, that young Alchemists should indeed be full of confidence?

At least not like this guy.

Meanwhile, in the Crystal, a group of old craftsmen quickly reset the board.

But Fang Hong noticed that the new board was very different from the original. It was no longer a flat, crisscrossed light grid; the constructs on it had also disappeared.

The new board didn't resemble the second training mode Shana had given him; instead, it looked more like what he had seen in the Continental League.

It was a vast sphere made up of countless interconnected points of light.

Fang Hong understood as soon as he saw it.

Clearly, the old craftsmen used a much higher-level training mode for chess, but for the confrontation with young opponents, they switched it to a much more basic setting.

This was a basic calculative power confrontation training—

Miss Ship's Officer stood to the side, her light blue eyes reflecting the light sphere. Her gaze flickered slightly, as she suddenly spoke to Ande Ulriel: "Is this the basic calculative power confrontation training?"

Ande Ulriel nodded.

Hilveld thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Can I also try it out?"

The old man was stunned. Calculative power training was originally used to select talented newcomers, so it didn't necessarily require professional Alchemists; anyone could join this confrontation game.

However, this little girl from the Albert Family had half Westwood Sibika family's blood, though she had never shown much interest in Alchemy since childhood.

He watched her grow up, so he knew this well. Perhaps her life with Madam Perlan brought some change to her, but he also knew she had been precocious since childhood, and wouldn't make aimless requests: "Little girl, what do you mean?"

Hilveld glanced at Fang Hong, then nodded.

Fang Hong was also surprised, looking at her in disbelief, for he had never heard Miss Ship's Officer being interested in these things.

Ande Ulriel pondered for a moment. She was his old friend's granddaughter, and since he'd watched her grow up, he definitely wouldn't refuse such a minor request. Seeing her insist, he nodded and halted the crowd in the Crystal:

"Wait a minute, everyone."

"What's wrong again?" Copper Nose was apparently displeased by the earlier exchange: "Old Blacksmith, why are you so fussy? This isn't like you."

"Shut up," Ande Ulriel answered irritably: "Nothing much, we're just switching someone on our side."

"Switching?"

Copper Nose grumbled: "Old Blacksmith, aren't you stepping in yourself to save face?"

Ande Ulriel almost died of anger from this guy's remark. He thought that, even if he were shameless, he wouldn't personally step in to deal with a junior. "Copper Nose, if you can't speak without spouting nonsense, maybe you should check if your brain, barely developed as it is, can manage to think first?"

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