Whoosh!
"First Strong Liquor? Is that for real?"
"Yeah, what kind of liquor could be twice as strong as Blazing Fire Wine and Blazing Flame Wine?"
"Who knows? I tried Blazing Fire Wine last time, and after just three cups, I was already getting dizzy. If it's twice as strong as Blazing Fire Wine, wouldn't I be drunk after a single cup?"
"Yeah, even those magic potion wines probably couldn't reach that level!"
"Could Storm Territory be deliberately causing trouble, brewing strong liquor with magic potions?"
"That should be impossible. If Storm Territory did that, the Dwarves wouldn't let him off!"
After the Dwarven soldier Kakade finished speaking, the crowd erupted into an uproar once more.
No one even knew how many times they had already been shocked today. Never before had there been such a winding, thrilling course to a competition.
What made everyone even more curious was just how strong the Storm Eye truly was.
Of course, no one suspected Storm Territory of using any tricks now. Kakade was a Dwarven captain, after all, and his strength had to be at least at the peak of Gold rank.
Someone with such strength could not be schemed against so easily—especially not under the very nose of the King of the Hill.
At once, the nobles on the platform all turned to look at Nalant.
Even the representatives of the great empires looked at Nalant with disbelief and confusion.
These people had arrived at Furnace Fortress a month in advance.
Thus, by the time the nobles of Glory Continent reached Sacred Continent, they had already set off.
They had received no news whatsoever about Nalant and the others.
As such, even these well-informed imperial representatives had never heard of the obscure Storm Territory.
Facing everyone's attention, Nalant accepted it calmly.