"You go first."
"No, no, you go first."
They...
Were being polite!
They were being polite in front of more than forty thousand people!
Wait, weren't they here to fight?
Why were they both busy being polite?
Cyrus, who was closest to them, was dumbfounded, and so was everyone else who saw the scene.
"Um... Mr. Phillips, what's going on?"
If you didn't understand, you asked an expert.
Otherwise, why have Phillips commentate?
So Cyrus bravely used the magic microphone to ask Phillips from across the arena.
The magic microphone was originally meant to let the commentators explain things to the audience.
So there was no need to worry that it would distract the contestants.
That was how the Colosseum had been designed.
"They're probably scouting each other before the fight. After all, alchemists have all kinds of tricks up their sleeves."
"Unlike ordinary fights, where it's best to strike first,"
"Counterattacking after you know what your opponent has up their sleeve is actually a pretty good strategy."
Phillips, asked for an explanation, went on and on.
He did seem to be making good points, and sounded rather professional.
But anyone who knew the subject understood.
He might as well have said nothing.
At least he'd given the ordinary spectators some idea of what was happening.
"Soundproofing, frequency separation..."
"Protection, too. And if I'm not mistaken, there may be a splash guard as well."
Lan Qingyou and Alisa took turns speaking.
Watching Cyrus's mouth open and close beside the magic microphone in the distance, the two of them could tell that this Colosseum was no simple structure.
It was just that the magic arrays were buried underground or inside the surrounding walls.
So the two of them could spot them at a glance.
There was no helping it.
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