Pillar of Yita

Unlike Blood Night Demon Moon, he was a true Dual Control, and, of course, with this advantage, he finished the competition nearly ten seconds ahead of the latter.

As for the other participant, he surpassed Hudi’s record with a time of one minute and thirty seconds, but relative to the results of the first and second places in the first group, this performance was insignificant.

So, one minute and seven seconds was the final record for the first group of the competition.

Without waiting too long, groups C and D, groups four and five, took their turns to compete. However, a minor incident occurred during the fifth group’s race when both competitors crashed into the pipe wall and were eliminated, eliciting a round of boos from the audience.

The booing subsided only when the competitors of the sixth group took the stage.

Because among the contestants of the sixth group was the ’Player Number Six,’ wrapped tightly from head to toe, people certainly hadn’t forgotten his previous exciting fight with Fang Hong involving a Clockwork Fairy.

Moreover, he was the top contestant of group D, although at that time, people only remembered who was third in group D.

The youth held the Clockwork Fairy, calmly waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, then he gently tossed the Clockwork Fairy in his hand—the two fairies soared up simultaneously in almost identical, beautiful arcs, side by side, twirling in mid-air.

Maintaining the exact same frequency, they flew the shortest path, tracing a lovely arc into the pipe. Since they moved so in sync, it looked like two golden trajectories merged into one to the bystanders, nearly indistinguishable from each other.

All around went silent.

People stared dumbfounded at this scene, and it took several seconds before they reacted, bursting into a roar of astonishment—not because they were prone to overreaction, but because this time they saw more than just the Four-Wing Dance.

And it was more than just a short path launch.

It was the same maneuver under Dual Control conditions, two Four-Wing Dances and short path launches.

Since precision control itself took up mental effort, meaning if omitted, this young man might even manage to control a third Clockwork Fairy—albeit just barely.

But Triple Control—

Everyone was stunned.

Triple Control was not unheard of in the First World, but it certainly shouldn’t occur below the third tier. As for those who could manage Triple Control at the second tier, one simply needed to count down from the top on the Chosen ladder:

Every one of the top five hundred Combat Artisans could do it.

Beyond that, it was not guaranteed.

”That guy... seems quite young...”

It took a while before people came to realize this fact.

Every eye glinted with the radiance of witnessing the birth of a genius.

And as Mazak made his way through the crowd to the front, he saw just that scene. Zhang Tianmiu and his deputy squeezed in behind, their eyes also landing on the young man.

When the latter saw this, his gaze immediately hardened.

Triple Control, this was no coincidence.

”Hadn’t you checked this person before?” he immediately turned to ask his deputy.

But his deputy shook his head in confusion, ”I haven’t seen him before, where did this guy pop out from?”

Zhang Tianmiu immediately pulled out a crystal pendant from his collar, clenched and then released it—waiting for the communication page to pop up before he whispered, ”All units be advised, the target has appeared—”

Just then, Mazak suddenly asked, ”Is it him?”

His voice was very slow, as if slightly quivering.

Zhang Tianmiu was about to confirm.

But suddenly, he stopped himself.

Because he realized that the imposing man beside him, towering like a great tower, was not looking at their target.

Following his line of sight, he then saw the youth on the competitor’s seats, getting ready to enter the stage—judging by the other’s actions, nothing more than a somewhat naive, baffled big boy.

If not for the unique mask on the other’s face.

He might have actually believed that.

”Captain, it’s that idiot,” his deputy whispered beside him, ”…he somehow made it to the second round of the competition.”

Zhang Tianmiu nodded.

And at this very moment, the Dwarf Referee, holding a loudspeaker, screeched:

”D12, please enter the stage immediately!”

Behind him, a Dwarf Goblin was hanging up Player Number Six’s score—forty-nine seconds.

A series of gasps.

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