It was not only Saman—the spectators were also stunned. They had not seen how "Arthur" had made his move, yet before they knew it, so many bottles of potions had appeared on the table, and every one of them was a Black Potion!
If these potions were put in a magic shop or auction house, people would surely fight tooth and nail over them.
Had they been prepared beforehand and then taken out of a spatial ring? Yes, that had to be it!
Saman revealed a cold smile. "It is true that there are loopholes in the Imprint Space's rules, but that does not mean you can knowingly cheat so blatantly. Since this round has a two-hour limit, any finished products prepared more than two hours ago will be considered a failure..."
The two-hour time limit was up, and the space rendered its judgment.
Saman's completed quantity: ten bottles.
Arthur's completed quantity: fifty-two bottles.
Arthur won the second round.
How could this be? The space's judgment could not be false. Fifty-two bottles of Black Potion had truly been prepared within two hours! Moreover, every bottle was above ninety in quality!
Cheating! This had to be cheating!
Yet Saman simply could not imagine how those fifty-two bottles had been made in two hours. Even if Arthur had cheated in advance as he had, preparing the main components beforehand, would it have been possible to make more than a dozen?
A battle he had been certain of winning had ended in an inconceivable defeat, in the very method at which he excelled most!
"There is only one step left before you are completely eliminated." Chen Rui's voice rang out. "Let us begin the third round. I will use your vile life to pay tribute to Grandmaster Rosenbach and those deceived predecessors whom