The live broadcast room was still immersed in a heated discussion, until suddenly, someone asked:
"Wait a minute, is anyone counting the points?"
"Points, what points?"
"The average score is the effective score of the two teams."
"What's the point? Is it possible that..."
Most people suddenly fell silent.
Everyone typing in front of the screen suddenly pulled out paper as if possessed - or was opening computing software. They quickly wrote down on the light screen and on the scratch paper:
The highest score of both teams is ignored.
In the first round, Elite scored 91 points and Raganrok scored 80.5 points.
In the third round, Elite scored 92.4 points and Raganrok scored 97.3 points.
In the fourth round, Elite scored 90 points and Raganrok scored 97.7 points.
After writing this, people subconsciously stopped writing, and most of them slowly raised their heads, looking at the points on the screen with incredible expressions. This is just a simple operation, so simple that many people can quickly get the answer using mental arithmetic:
Ignoring the highest score of 96.1 points, Elite scored 91, 92.4, and 90 points, with a final effective score of 91.1 points. Raganrok's results, ignoring the highest score of 98.6 points, scored 80.5, 97.3, 97.7, with an average score of 91.8 points.
When these two sets of numbers come together, many people are subconsciously at a loss——
It was as if their thinking became dull for a moment, causing them to inadvertently overlook an important fact - what does the two defeats mean to Elite?
To be fair, at this difficulty level, except for the last score of Elite, which is subpar, this set of scores is already impressive enough. But none of this can bridge the gap between the two cold numbers.
91.1 and 91.8.
It's just a difference of one decimal place, but it's enough to change all the results at this moment.
Even though this result is so bizarre.
Raganrok eliminated Elite?
It was like a heavy bomb detonated in the live broadcast room, blowing away all the barrages and leaving everything in silence. The commentator opened his mouth several times, and finally a guest cleared his throat and coughed to help him round things off:
"It's really... somewhat unexpected..."
But it was more than unexpected.
Wandering Ma was actually the first to calculate the result, but he did not announce the result in his live broadcast room——
He was not at the game.
Not even in Vanrich.
It was just surrounded by mountains and forests. The wandering horse silently put down the quill in his hand, and looked at the crystal image with infinite emotion - the Fang Plover standing among the crowd. There, the young man was looking up at the results on the scoreboard, showing a mature smile and breathing a sigh of relief.
Somehow.
The wandering horse recalled El Pashin's game.
He was the first of all to understand this, who really was the one who worked the miracles?
Van Rijk, the square is getting quieter.
A group of people from Yisi were also looking up at this scene, looking at each other with incredulous expressions.
"Really won?"
They also asked around.
"How is this possible? They were not so good when they competed with us!"
"It's so abominable, they are hiding their clumsiness!"
But among the team.
There was only the tall young man, holding the omnipotent plug-in in his hand, looking at the projection on the sky - motionless.
In the floating light and shadow there, the beauty of alchemy is displayed in a poetic way - extremely simple formulas - and extremely complex processes. Their final crystallization is like a crystalline supreme crown.
extremum.
But that's no coincidence.
He suddenly strode forward.
"team leader?"
Leaving everyone with puzzled faces
…
There was an audible silence in the box.
Falaise looked at the light pages quietly, opened them one by one, and then closed them again. Open it again and cover it again. He raised his head, with a strange and incredible look in his eyes.
"So, who can tell me this is just a coincidence?" A senior craftsman couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he saw this scene.
There was also a page in front of him.
On the thin form, it was written clearly:
In the first round of the auditions, I scored 98.5 points.
In the second round of the audition, the materials were purified and the score was 98.5 points.
…
Until the second round of the qualifying round, the score was 98.5 points.
The numbers were all exactly the same, so he looked at them several times before confirming that he had read them correctly. It wasn't just him. In such a large box, for a long time there was only the sound of rustling pages - and no one announced the results of the competition outside.
People seem to have forgotten this.
There was also a piece of paper placed in front of the old speaker. He looked at the paper and smiled and shook his head:
"This little guy is really an all-rounder."
What was written on the paper was:
In the quarterfinals, Crystal Productions scored 98.6 points.
He pointed at the score and couldn't help laughing and asked: "Everyone, what do you think the extra 0.1 point is about?"
His snow-white eyebrows gathered together, forming a curved arc, and he said hurriedly: "Young man is quite alert——"
The crowd roared with laughter.
——It’s a pity that my brain can’t turn around.
Ender looked at the sky and warned himself that he must not admit that this was his unlucky student at this moment - but when he looked back, Falaise was twirling his pointed beard with one hand and looking at him strangely. One glance.
"Do you believe this is a coincidence?" The dwarf president turned around and asked the others.
"Unless he is the illegitimate son of Lady Luck."
There were followers of Modela in the hall, and they were immediately furious: "Damn it, you will be cursed by the gods if you say that!"
"I'm just making an analogy."
"I can't even use an analogy."
The old speaker patted the table and signaled everyone to be silent: "Then does anyone know who this young man is?"
All was quiet.
Falaise looked back at Ender, but Ender didn't speak. Falaise thought for a moment and didn't answer. He looked behind him, thankful that El Paxin's people had not come back after being out for a while.
The old speaker turned the page over and covered it on the table. He raised his head and looked at everyone with his stern eyes under his snow-white eyebrows. He asked again: "So everyone, does anyone know where this young man comes from?"
"He and Raganrok's men did not arrive in Vanrik together."
"People from Raganrok were seen going to the dock area to pick people up."
People picked up the scattered information and answered in various tongues.
The old speaker waved his hand, telling them to stop making these meaningless statements. The old man put his thumb and index finger between his eyebrows, rubbed it gently, and then said: "Based on his technical level, is it possible that this young man is the instructor behind the scenes?"
"How can this be?"
"How old is he?"
"So how can you achieve this level at such an old age?" Someone lined up several pages of paper, and the rows of identical points were slightly dazzling.
The man was speechless.
"Actually, you'll know if it's him just by asking."
“Don’t even ask,” someone else said, “Don’t we have another game?”
The old speaker then opened his eyes and felt that this proposal was somewhat reliable. He turned back and asked if Raganrok had entered the next round, and immediately received a positive answer. Raganrok had defeated Elite and entered the next round.
By a slim margin.
"so be it."
He knocked on the table and made a final decision.
Although Sonan Steelbrow is the current Speaker of the Elfendor Council, when the latter is not here, Ander Uriel pretends to be transparent, so everyone is following the old Speaker for a while. .
"They let your students enter the next game." Falaise suddenly whispered to his old friend beside him.
"Yeah, I know," Ender replied thoughtfully.
"Aren't you worried?"
"What am I worried about?"
Falaise gave him a strange look, and then asked in a low voice: "Do you know that your student participated in a competition in El Paxin?"
"What?" Ender was stunned.
The old speaker turned around and saw the two of them whispering.
But he didn't know what the two guys were discussing, so he just pretended not to care and asked: "Falais, I remember that there is still a place for selection in the Elfendor Council? Since they are all for Kaolin-Isu If Lian wins glory, then how about we, the Elfendor Council, choose this young man?"
"Don't even think about it," Falaise jumped up and nervously covered the stack of results with both hands, as if it was the list of candidates. Although everyone is part of the Kaolin-Ithurian alchemy circle, after all, there are still differences between organizations and regions.
He looked at the other party, then looked at Count Xilin Spica: "Wait, I have to remind you - don't you have that young man named Luo Lin?"
The old speaker was stunned when he heard this.
After El Pashin's game, Kaulin-Ishulian successfully won a spot and gained one more spot for the main draw.
Among the two quotas, one belongs to the Kapka Artisans Association, while the other is selected by the royal family.
According to the convention, one-third of the members of the team should come from the Grand Artisan Association, one-third should come from the Southern Alchemist Alliance, and the remaining one-third should come from the selectors. Among the guilds.
This is also to reflect the inclusive concept of Kaolin-Ishulian as a multi-ethnic country.
The quotas belonging to the Grand Craftsmen Association are usually allocated directly from the association. However, if there are no suitable manpower, a selection competition will be held to select outstanding talents directly from the competition. Just like this exhibition match held in Van Rijk at this moment.
As for the three lists belonging to the Chosen Guild, the major guilds compete on their own, but with this ability, there are basically some old faces every year - usually either the Crown of the Silver Forest or Elite.
However, a dark horse emerged this year, knocking Elite out of the spotlight. That's why Elite had to fight their way through the exhibition matches with teams from guilds like Raganrok. Speaking of which, Fang Plover also knew this dark horse. It was the guild where Jita and Luo Yu belonged, his old acquaintances - the Oak Knights.
This is why people can't believe that Elite has been upset twice. A narrow defeat at the hands of the Oak Knights, and another defeat at the hands of Raganrok. If it weren't for the Continental League, this would be an unpopular game.
I'm afraid the relevant news has detonated the community.
Returning to the theme, the three places in the southern region belong to the three noble families of Silin-Spica, Mordekaiser and Erwin. It's just that the Silin-Spica family and the Elfendor Council share weal and woe, and the two have long been indistinguishable from each other.
Therefore, it is reasonable and reasonable for the old speaker to say that the Elfendor Council has an election quota.
Just after listening to Falaise's words, the other party was a little hesitant for a moment, and turned back to look at Count Silin Spica. The earl was frowning. He had long recognized Fang Plover as the young man who was with the little girl from the Mawei family in the manor yesterday.
He had met the other party at that time, but at that time he was thinking about Luo Lin and did not pay attention to it.
To be honest, there was a flash of hesitation in his heart.
"Luo Lin can definitely get one of the two places in the exhibition competition." The old speaker reminded his student in a low voice.
But the count shook his head: "This young man can do it too."
When he said this, he actually meant to deny it.
The old speaker sighed, but he could only nod.
The Elfendor Council advances and retreats together, and of course they will not undermine each other over these trivial matters.
When Falaise saw the expressions on the two men's faces, he understood that his strategy had worked - compared to Count Silin-Spica's concerns, he did not care whether Fang Plover and Luo Lin were the heirs to the elven inheritance.
It's just that as the leader of the Kaolin-Ithurian Craftsmen Association, he needs more outstanding players to participate in the next Continental League.
Of course everyone has selfish motives.
Falaise also wished that these outstanding players were all selected by the Grand Craftsmen Association.
Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen the game that the Elpaxin people were talking about. He looked at the stack of forms on the table, where everyone's points were densely packed, and his heart couldn't help but move.
I thought I should look into the game at that time to see what the situation was.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the old man beside him.
But Ander raised his head: "Speaking of which, this quota in Phoenix City has not been used for several years, right?"
Falaise looked at the latter in surprise.
Count Xilin Spica also raised his head: "The quota of the Mordekaiser family has indeed not been used for many years... However, their relationship with us is only average..."
Ender glanced at him and shook his head: "They are indeed not interested in this, so they will leave it to me to decide the quota this year."
"What!?"
Ender looked around at everyone calmly: "Maybe I can recommend it alone."
Falaise opened his mouth.
The surprise on Count Silin-Spica's face was particularly obvious. He opened his mouth, but did not make any sound. But the old speaker beside him couldn't help but asked: "Ander, would you like to discuss this with everyone?"
Ender shook his head: "Maybe not."
…
Of course Fang Yu didn't know that he was inexplicably on the mainland league's main draw list.
On the one hand, he came to participate in this competition to fulfill his promise to Odin, but on the other hand, it was because of the sudden changes at last night's banquet. His main goal was to find a way to defeat the young man named Luo Lin in the finals and gain control of the Rose Workshop.
As for the main match of the Mainland League, he actually has not considered this issue at all.
At the end of the game, people in the square were still talking.
The competition team didn't know what they were doing before, and it took a while to announce the result of their match with Elite. Of course, the result was already very obvious. In addition to some commotion outside the stadium, the Elite side had also already announced the result. Accepted this reality.
Virus seemed very calm and only brought a few people to shake hands with them one by one.
The mood of the other people was quite stable. Although the Elite people were a little unwilling, they did not show it.
Fang Yu was originally only worried that Liu Liyue would cause some trouble with the other party, but he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although this guy had a stinking face, he was still well-behaved. But she never expected that when Liu Liyue walked up to "Previous Years", she looked at the hand stretched out by the other person and suddenly answered:
"Silly ×."
Then he passed by the other party.
This was so angry that the other person was shaking all over. If Virus hadn't grabbed him, he might have almost gone up and died with Liu Liyue.
Fang Yu sighed when he saw this scene. The bad-mouthed king in his team really lived up to his reputation.
But when it was his turn to shake hands with the other party, Fang Yu suddenly felt that he had been tricked by Liuliyue - that was Virus, the goddess who never smiled, and her ability to make people unable to stand was one of the best in Aitaria.
If the other party said something sarcastic, he would probably run away. If he tried to retaliate, regardless of whether he was the iceberg goddess's opponent or not, just one of his fans spitting on Xingzi would be enough to drown him alive.
But before he could finish thinking about these things, he felt a cold hand hold his hand first.
It wasn't so much a handshake as it was a cold vice gripping him.
Given Virus's level, he was naturally not allowed to break free.
Fang Yu was startled and quickly raised his head to look.
But she happened to only see Virus's cold eyes, and she was asking in a unique calm tone: "How many benefits has Odin given you?"
"ah?"
Fang Yu was immediately stunned.
"Come to Elite," Virus said, "I will give you double benefits, and I will not tell others about Fenris."
After saying that, she let go of Fang Yu's hand and patted his shoulder: "Think it over carefully."
Then he turned around and left with everyone.
All that was left was the glasses scattered around.
"I read that right!" Chickpea almost dropped his chin to the ground: "The Iceberg Goddess talked to you. Why? Your relationship with Princess Sophie is so good?"
He couldn't help but look Fang Yu from left to right: "I wonder if you are not as handsome as me."
Elite fans in the live broadcast room were even more wailing.
How can this guy be so virtuous? Why did the Iceberg Goddess look at him differently?
However, Fang Yu himself didn't feel any honor at all. He looked at his hands and couldn't help but wonder if he should think about how to leave this place? He didn't even think about it.
How did the other party see through me?
But what Fang Yu obviously didn't realize was that the person who saw through him didn't know that Virus was the only one.
At this moment, Su Changfeng was silently walking to a corner of the arena, looking in this direction from a distance. After a while, he picked up the communication crystal in his hand and whispered: "There is still one last game. All groups should pay attention and prepare to enter."
"'Protect' a good target——"
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Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: Shukeju
