Fang Hong cursed inwardly; what relocation to Elfendo? This was clearly a plan to put him under soft detention.

But after thinking for a moment, he decided to keep his cool and resist the urge to stand up and accuse the other of colluding with the Shadow Throne. Because before he had solid evidence, doing so would only put him in a more passive position.

If the other party pointed to the Shadow Throne's people to incriminate him, it would be even more unfavorable for him.

He remained very calm because he understood in his heart that there was still a turn of events possible.

Sure enough, at this moment, the Old Speaker was still shaking his head: "Pudra, Ade is a Holy Chooser, according to the agreement between the Kao Lin - Ixulian Royal Family and Stargate Port, issuing a wanted order against a Holy Chooser is against the rules."

The old man spoke these words with great toughness because he absolutely could not give the impression to the outside world that the Elfendo Council was bowing down to the side of the Prime Minister.

After all, this involved more complex factors. As long as Elfendo still recognized the Southern Alliance, they would never handle things related to the Dulun uprising according to the official line.

In fact, from their perspective, it wasn't even considered an uprising—

Fang Hong suddenly realized that after spending so much time with Hilveld, he had learned to analyze problems through the lens of various interests.

However, Pudra was neither anxious nor tense. He smiled and replied: "That's not incorrect."

But then he took out a Record Crystal and projected a light screen from the crystal. On the light screen was a middle-aged man wearing a gray-blue coat.

Upon seeing this person, Fang Hong felt a chill in his heart.

That man was none other than the official from the Super Competitive League with whom he had interacted previously.

The middle-aged man wore a gray-blue coat, and on the chest of the coat was a Stargate Port insignia—but unlike the military, this emblem did not bear the mark of the United Nations, but rather a circular starlight.

This was clearly the sign of the Super Competitive League, easily recognizable by others.

As soon as the image of the other party appeared, he immediately spoke: "Honorable Speaker, I greet you on behalf of the Super Competitive League Regulatory Committee. We have already reached an agreement with Colin Ishurian and the Adventurers' Guild regarding everything Mr. Pudra mentioned—"

"Invoker Ade has evidently violated the 'Stargate Declaration,' so we believe he is no longer suitable to continue participating in this competition and should bear the corresponding responsibilities."

This segment of footage was clearly pre-recorded.

Seeing this scene, Fang Hong almost cursed under his breath. Fortunately, he had been wary earlier and did not agree to the other party's suggestion. Clearly, these people were all in cahoots, and if he had really brought the item to the arena, he would be indefensible now.

From the start, the other party planned to frame him. Considering their conversations from the other night, they might even have thought of using him to drag Odin and Ye Hua down together.

It was only now that he recalled, wasn't that young man Pudra's student?

He never expected that a student of the Invoker would become a trusted confidant of the natives?

Fang Hong immediately realized that this plan was intricately interconnected, and from the start, they had prepared a big net.

But this big net was clearly not just targeting him, nor was it likely aimed solely at him. He contemplated the shadow of the Dragonfire Guild and the Dragon Worship Sect lurking behind it, and the so-called grand plan of the Shadow Throne. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit chilled.

The other party was making difficulties step by step.

Their grand plan was very likely related to it.

He opened his mouth, thinking about how to turn the current situation around.

Just as Fang Hong was having an epiphany, the broadcast room erupted into chaos. Because the situation at hand instantly reminded people of a familiar scene—three years ago, the Mount Holy Pact incident:

"Not this again?"

"Can these Super Competitive League posers do anything right, always targeting their compatriots, are they foreign spies or what?"

"In this day and age, even Americans don't use the laundry powder trope anymore, can't they be more creative?"

"Do you think we don't know what good deeds you've done in Dulun?"

"Exactly, support the Southern Alliance!"

"Down with the Super Competitive League!"

"Damn the Super Competitive League!"

The broadcast room was filled with curses.

Moreover, someone took out posts from the community, mentioning that Fang Hong was the genius youth from Morning Dawn Star half a year ago. This was used as evidence to denounce the Super Competitive League for stifling new stars in the national competition.

However, amidst the chaos, someone couldn't help but ask:

"Hold on, did you notice, isn't that a Combat Artisan in the photo?"

"Do you see if that's a Flexible Construct beside it?"

This question was evidently a bit tricky.

The broadcast room suddenly fell silent—

After a long while, people seemed to get the point:

Right? Isn't this a Combat Artisan in the photo?

How did the main character up there suddenly come to participate in the Continental League and even win a championship??

Could this be some scheming?

But clearly, Pudra couldn't see the curses in the broadcast room, and even if he could, it wouldn't change his intentions.

He put away the Record Crystal, quietly looking at the Old Speaker in front of him. The Old Speaker looked a bit hesitant; he frowned and glanced among the crowd—but he did not see the young lady of the Albert family.

Pudra, seeing the other not opening his mouth, smiled smugly and then gestured to the guards not far behind to 'invite' Fang Hong off the field.

But Fang Hong couldn't possibly let him succeed, instinctively reaching out to grab his Clockwork Fairy—

But his hand hadn't even extended halfway.

He saw several cloaked adventurers step out from the crowd, blocking those guards. At the same time, these people pulled off their cloaks, revealing the neat black trench coats underneath.

Simultaneously, a weather-beaten middle-aged man also parted the crowd and walked out.

Pudra was startled to see these people:

"Who are you?"

And Fang Hong was even more surprised, his mouth wide open as he watched this scene.

Of course, he recognized these people—

Just like the community that had exploded at the moment, a barrage of comments floated across the broadcast room:

"Wow, Stargate Port!"

"The military people are here again!"

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