Guan Fuhai sat in the spectators' seats, quietly watching Qin Siyang attack his son over and over.
When he saw Qin Siyang suddenly change tactics and take the initiative, his expression, which had remained calm throughout, finally shifted for the second time.
Even when Duan Chongfang had fought four opponents at once and swept aside Western Glory's top third-year students, Guan Fuhai's expression had been like stagnant water, without a single ripple.
Duan Chongfang was strong-certainly the strongest of the third-years. He might even make it onto the Tiger Cards before graduating.
But the opponents he had defeated were too weak: merely a few children of mining families, built up with money and resources, who were not particularly good at using artifacts.
They had had plenty of opportunities to probe Duan Chongfang's Sequence Level, yet they had only discovered his trump card at the very last moment.
The entire fight had been an overwhelming display of Duan Chongfang's combat experience and instincts, with little connection to artifact use. It could hardly stir the slightest interest in Guan Fuhai, a giant who had reached the pinnacle of God-Hunting Artifact research.
The one who had truly caught his eye was Shi Tao, who had dismantled Armor with his bare hands.
Rather than attacking the Armor itself, he had targeted the weak points in its joints, using finesse to overcome the otherwise impenetrable Tier Four Armor.
He had taken an unconventional approach, refusing to play by the usual rules.
To execute that move in the arena, Shi Tao must have put in tremendous effort, studying the assembly structures of every Armor artifact in exhaustive detail.
That ability to solve problems flexibly, along with an unfettered imagination, was precisely what artifact research needed most.
Someone without inspiration, who could only follow procedures and cling