Pillar of Yita

The crowd suddenly let out bursts of surprise, causing Gita to frown.

She covered her ears with her hands, while the Papalarian crossbowman walked alongside, unknowingly removing Tianlan’s magic claws, while taking a bite from an apple in his hand with a ’crunch,’ and critiquing, ”Why does it seem even livelier here than in the main competition?”

Luo Yu also curiously turned towards the arena but could only see layers of backs blocking the scene inside. However, not far ahead, Tianlan was waving at them, ”Come here, over here!”

There, Atira frowned as she looked at this French girl.

Only then did Tianlan carefully turn around, somewhat ingratiatingly holding her hand and shaking it childishly, ”Parker is awake, Sister Atira.”

Atira couldn’t help but laugh.

Though she maintained a serious tone, ”Don’t use Parker as a human shield,” her slender eyebrows gently moved, and a smile still uncontrollably flowed from the elf girl’s clear green eyes.

Tianlan sneakily glanced at her expression, knew she had passed the test, and lunged forward, nuzzling her soft body fragrance while whispering, ”Hooray, Sister Atira!”

Atira helplessly shook her head, affectionately touched her head.

”Where is Brother Ade?” Tianlan looked up and asked.

”He is now called Xiaya,” Atira finally turned to look at the field.

Fang Hong was walking up from the contestant seats, one Clockwork Fairy in each hand.

Since the second group had seven people, he, being the last to appear, was actually competing alone. Consequently, on the vast competition field, nearly all eyes were on him.

Tianlan curiously watched this scene and whispered to Luo Yu who was coming up behind, ”Look, it’s Brother Ade.”

Luo Yu nodded, indicating that he too had seen.

”But why does everyone seem so quiet?” Tianlan looked around, somewhat puzzled.

Atira didn’t answer this question.

On the competition field, even though the previous contestant number six had stunned everyone with their performance, people had not forgotten Fang Hong’s earlier astonishing display, nor had they forgotten his spectacular short takeoff with the Four-Wing Dance, and the enchanting Dance of the Fairy amidst the thorny bushes.

Not to mention the funny sabotage—it was truly memorable—

Everyone was expecting Fang Hong to bring even more surprising elements, with some even activating follower fairies from within the Summoners System.

But Fang Hong was unaware of all this as he walked past contestant number six, who stopped in front of him, lifted his head, and gave him a quiet look—under the drooping brim of the cloak, silver long hair framed a cold yet beautiful gaze, startling Fang Hong.

”Uh...” He was about to ask something, but the other had already walked past. A peculiar fragrance lingered in the air, resembling the scent of Dragon Bloodwood being scorched, a type of ornament preferred only by Rotao’s Forest People.

Fang Hong turned around, but the youth had already disappeared into the crowd.

Only then did the Dwarf referee signal for him to prepare, and Fang Hong, despite his confusion, nodded to the referee. He routinely prepared to connect the Core Crystal of the Clockwork Fairy Type II, but it was at this moment—

A sink settled in his heart.

Fang Hong suddenly realized he had forgotten something.

The dial on his flexible control gauntlets was left with only two Silver Rails after the Shell and Core Crystal were used to make the Walker. Because even two Silver Rails were generally enough, he had overlooked this issue.

But to control two Clockwork Fairies with two Silver Rails?

What kind of joke was that?

A buzz sounded in Fang Hong’s head, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

Though he wasn’t looking to stand out, it didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in the prize money—he had planned to use the winnings to pay back Miss Atira and the others, aiming for victory in the preliminaries.

Moreover, this was not just about winning; two Silver Rails simply couldn’t control two Clockwork Fairies. Given his previous performance, if he suddenly couldn’t even manage Dual Control, who would believe that?

This was exactly trying to cover up and draw more attention, wasn’t it? Fang Hong had misjudged the skill level of the First World craftsman before, causing a blunder, but this didn’t mean he lacked analysis ability.

And as he pondered what to do, the Dwarf referee blew the whistle.

His mind went blank: each vertical rail on the track-type control panel represented the Clockwork Fairy’s pitching attitude, and the horizontal rail represented its horizontal attitude. Four Silver Rails controlling one Clockwork Fairy was a common configuration, while two Silver Rails was the minimum requirement to control one.

Anything less was simply not something that could be compensated for by operating skills; it was fundamentally impossible.

However, as he stood there in a daze, anyone else would have been greeted with jeers, but at that moment, every person in and around the arena quietly waited for his next move.

Fortunately, Fang Hong finally managed some quick thinking, gently lifted one hand, and let one of the Clockwork Fairies take flight. In that instant, a plan formed in his mind—he recalled the tricky maneuvering from the Blood Night Demon Moon.

It was the ability upheld by the system—

The shiny brass-encased Construct vibrated its wings as it flew up. Before it reached its peak, it unexpectedly carved a descending curve downward.

The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim, thinking it was a control error—but in fact, the system had taken over the flight posture of the Clockwork Fairy. Because of Fang Hong’s low calculation attribute, the system wasn’t able to independently control the four wings of the Clockwork Fairy, resulting in its descent.