Jia Xingtian looked gravely at the arena below. "This is no small matter. Look—quite a few of those youngsters are already starting to lose their composure, especially Yao Yue, Liu Ling, and that Yan Xiao. They were standing closest and saw with their own eyes that the kid was 'copying the answers' just now."
Fa Ma let out a long sigh and slumped weakly against the back of his chair. "If he truly possesses such monstrous talent, then ordinary folk like us have nothing to say."
"Nothing to say?" Hai Bo Dong raised an eyebrow and replied irritably. "If he really wins, I'm afraid every alchemist in the world will have nothing to say. They might even give up on themselves altogether."
Gu He sat in his seat without saying a word.
Yet judging from the faint twitch at the corner of his eye and his stiff expression, the foremost figure in the Jia Ma Empire's alchemy world had clearly suffered no small blow as well.
Gu He had enjoyed smooth sailing throughout his life and had been hailed as an alchemy prodigy the Jia Ma Empire saw only once in a century.
He had always believed himself exceptionally gifted, standing above everyone else.
But today, he had personally witnessed the utterly unreasonable crushing blow dealt by this kind of "talent monster."
Even though he was now a distinguished Sixth-Rank Alchemist, he still could not suppress the profound frustration and dejection rising within him.
"Old Fa Ma," Jia Xingtian suggested in a low voice, "how about... we find an excuse to stop him from continuing in the competition?"
"This is no longer a matter of whether the alchemists of the Jia Ma Empire can bear the humiliation. It concerns the foundation of the entire alchemy world and the Dao hearts