The Xianzhou's instruments could not detect the extraordinary nature of March 7th's fist blades, so the judges all gave her decent scores.
Dahao held up a 7-point sign and sighed.
"I knew Miss March had it in her. It'd be great if she were willing to take on more jobs at the Department of Earthly Rulings."
Qingzu held up an 8-point sign and smiled faintly.
"Though her opponent was injured, that series of kicks was indeed effective. It may not have looked flashy, but it was highly practical."
An alchemist judge from the Alchemy Commission held up a 5-point sign and pointed out an issue.
"Her movements were far too stiff. Could she have taken some kind of medicine?"
Sparkle held up a 0-point sign.
"Ah, it ended so hastily. Not exciting at all—zero points! It has to be zero!"
Yan Huan did not raise a sign. Instead, he silently stood up and fled the scene in shame.
Inside the contestants' hall.
Yan Huan leaned against a corner wall and watched the crowd flowing past him.
"I was careless. She actually learned how to use the thing."
"Mr. Yan Huan, so you were here."
Camille was delighted when she spotted Yan Huan.
"I sent you a message earlier, but you didn't reply. I thought you were sleeping..."
"What is it?" Yan Huan raised his eyes.
"It's like this: Mr. Luka has already started to grasp some of the defensive techniques you taught him in the training room."
Camille explained.
"He can now manifest the energy generated within his body and deflect the trajectories of some projectiles."
"Oh? He's already getting results that quickly?" Yan Huan gave Luka his approval.
But then he remembered the earlier fight between Scott and Botion.
Merely deflecting projectiles slightly still carried the risk of