Then the sound of a second applause rose.

Soul Fingerprint, Hawk-Beak Bean, Mulan, Dill, and Cui Yu.

More applause emerged from the crowd, it was Tianlan and the others. Fang Hong saw Hilveld, the noble lady with a faint smile in her eyes, she turned her head sharply, but quickly turned back.

She only wiped the corner of her eyes with her hand, but still smiled.

Fang Hong felt a faint warmth flow through his heart.

More and more applause was rising from all around the square, growing from a few to many, and eventually becoming a storm sweeping everything.

Everyone was clapping, in the crowd, Tianlan was only excitedly clapping her hands red.

Yet, in this storm, only Rolin stood still, watching everything with a somewhat indifferent expression, as if he felt nothing.

Pudra watched this scene from a distance, his face ashen.

The result was actually clear.

The staff first announced Fang Hong's score.

A hundred points.

Another perfect score.

But it seemed that the people in the audience were not at all surprised, the square was silent, with no expression of amazement, as if everything was as it should be.

And that was the most terrifying part—

In the live broadcast room, the audience was still somewhat unsatisfied at this moment, eagerly asking about everything that had happened before. What was that? Is there such alchemy? What had happened before? Did Ragnarok's main general really create a doll on the spot?

And didn't bring a doll to the stage originally?

Perhaps due to the stunning performance, many people's minds were still blank.

Su Changfeng lowered his head, seeing his Communication Crystal light up, showing the communication ID from Stargate Port. Ambassador Liao's solemn voice came through: "Old Su, you must find a way to keep that person."

"I know that someone from the British side has already gone over, you have to hurry up."

"I understand."

Su Changfeng took a deep breath.

In fact, he already had too many surprises in his heart, but each time, the other party would still bring him more surprises.

He realized in the instant Fang Hong made his move, what Odin and others had mysteriously done a few months ago—the Hall of Thousand Doors. These people were becoming bolder and bolder, he could almost foresee that the other party had concealed the most critical information from Stargate Port.

But fortunately, the result was good.

He walked forward while lifting the Communication Crystal: "All units, attention—"

In the crowd—

Sophie inadvertently turned her head, just in time to see the familiar face not far away, her face changed slightly. She looked forward and saw quite a few people in the crowd moving against the stream, heading towards the center of the arena.

She was born into a military family and immediately realized something, subconsciously wanting to grab her Communication Crystal. But a hand reached out from behind, holding her hand down—a tall female swordsman was smiling at her, her eyes bright:

"Miss Sophie, don't make it difficult for us."

"Sister Baijia..."

Sophie replied sheepishly, a little embarrassed.

The female swordsman looked at her, then at Xi beside her, showing a cunning look, and smiled slightly.

Unaware of all this, Fang Hong was dealing with the staff, the latter looking at him with peculiar eyes, as if trying to recognize where this strange figure, the main general of Ragnarok, had sprung from.

Among them was the High Order Craftsman he had previously met, who nodded to him with a smile as they passed.

Meanwhile, Rolin's score was soon announced.

91 points.

As the score was announced, there was a brief period of discussion in the square.

Because when calculated with total points, the two teams had unexpectedly tied. No one expected this result—since according to the rules, there was no provision for a tiebreaker in the craftsman competition.

If both sides have the same results, then it requires the judging panel to discuss who would win the final victory.

Of course, the discussion is not determined by personal likes or dislikes but involves several relevant standards.

However, even so, ties in the craftsman competition are extremely rare.

In the box, Count Westwood Sibika remained silent.

It was clear to all discerning people that although the scores of the two teams were tied, it wasn't because Rolin and Fang Hong were on the same level. It was only because the other members of Ragnarok had such low levels, dragging the latter down.

But this indirectly demonstrated his strength, single-handedly dragging three mediocre teammates, advancing all the way to the finals, and forcing the pre-determined champion into a draw.

This is even under the circumstance that the Shadow Throne and Elfendo Council unexpectedly presented a large Magic Guided Conductor and Fairy Master in such an unpopular domain.

If the other party wasn't a genius, it would simply be a slap in the face to everyone present.

Who would have thought that this match, meticulously prepared by the Earl, would end with the protagonist becoming just a backdrop?

In fact, at this moment, Lord Earl already felt some bitterness in his heart.

Especially since he wasn't unfamiliar with Fang Hong.

In fact, the daughter of the Albert Family had even brought him to visit.

But he had once thought the other was just someone full of empty talk and undeserved reputation. When Hilveld suggested letting this young man complete the Seven Seas Traveler, he almost couldn't help but scoff.

Who did he think he was?

But he never expected that the one truly scoffed at was himself.

Though somewhat annoyed, his mind became clearer, realizing he might have walked into a trap.

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