The live broadcast room was still immersed in heated discussions, until suddenly, someone asked:
"Wait a minute, is someone counting the points?"
"Points, what points?"
"The average score is the effective score of the two teams."
"What's the point? Is it possible that..."
Most people suddenly fell silent.
Everyone typing in front of the screen suddenly pulled out paper or opened computing software as if they were possessed. They quickly wrote down on the light screen and on the scratch paper:
The highest score of both teams will be ignored.
In the first round, elite scored 91 points and raganrok scored 80.5 points.
In the third round, elite scored 92.4 points and raganrok scored 97.3 points.
In the fourth round, elite scored 90 points and raganrok scored 97.7 points.
As I write this, people subconsciously stopped writing, and most people are slowly raising their heads, looking at the points on the screen with incredible expressions. This is just a simple calculation, so simple that many people can quickly calculate it using mental arithmetic.
Answer:
Ignoring the highest score of 96.1 points, Elite scored 91, 92.4, and 90 points, and the final effective score was 91.1 points. As for raganrok's score, ignoring the highest score of 98.6 points, the scores were 80.5, 97.3, and 97.7, with an average score of 91.8 points.
When these two sets of numbers come together, many people are subconsciously at a loss.
It was as if their thinking became dull for a moment, causing them to inadvertently overlook an important fact. What does the two defeats really mean to elite?
To be fair, at this difficulty level, except for the last result of elite which is substandard, this set of ratings is already impressive enough. However, none of this can bridge the gap between the two cold numbers.
91.1 and 91.8.
The difference of just one decimal place is enough to change all the results at this moment.
Even though this result is so bizarre.
raganrok eliminated elite?
It was like a bomb detonated in the live broadcast room, blowing away all the barrage, and there was silence. The commentator opened his mouth several times, and finally a guest cleared his throat and coughed to help him.
Ending:
"It's really... somewhat unexpected..."
But it was more than unexpected.
Wandering Ma was actually the first to calculate the result, but he did not announce the result in his live broadcast room
He was not at the game at the time.
Not even in Vanrich.
It was just surrounded by mountains and forests. The wandering horse silently put down the quill in his hand and glanced at the plover standing among the crowd in the crystal image with infinite emotion. There, the young man was looking up with his head raised.
The results on the scoreboard showed a mature smile and a light sigh of relief on his face.
Somehow.
The wandering horse recalled El Pashin's game.
He was the first of all to understand this, who really was the man who worked the miracle?
Van Rich, the square is getting quieter by the minute.
A group of people from Yisi were also looking up at this scene, looking at each other with incredulous expressions.
"Really won?"
They also asked around.
"How is this possible? They were not so good when they competed with us!"
"It's so abominable, they hide their clumsiness!"
But among the team.
There was only the tall young man, holding the omnipotent plug-in in his hand, looking at the projection on the sky without moving.
In the floating light and shadow there, the beauty of alchemy is displayed in a poetic way. The extremely simple formulas and extremely complex processes, their final crystallization, is like a crystalline supreme crown.
extremum.
But that's no coincidence.
He suddenly strode forward.
"team leader?"
Leaving everyone with puzzled faces
…
There was an audible silence in the box.
Falaise looked at the light pages quietly, opened them one by one, and then closed them again. Opened them again, and closed them again. He raised his head, with a strange and incredible look in his eyes.
.
"So, who can tell me this is just a coincidence?" A senior craftsman looked at this scene and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
There was also a page of paper in front of him.
On the thin form, it was clearly written:
In the first round of auditions, I scored 98.5 points.
In the second round of the audition, the materials were purified and the score was 98.5 points.
…
Until the second round of the qualifying round, the score was 98.5 points.
The numbers were all exactly the same, so he looked at them several times before confirming that he had read them correctly. He was not the only one. In such a large box, for a long time, there was only the sound of rustling pages, and no one announced the results of the competition outside.
.
People seem to have forgotten this.
There was also a piece of paper placed in front of the old speaker. He looked at the paper and smiled and shook his head:
He pointed to the score and couldn't help laughing and asked: "Everyone, what do you think the extra 0.1 point is about?"
His snow-white eyebrows gathered together, forming a curved arc, and he said hurriedly: "Young man is quite alert."
The crowd roared with laughter.
It's a pity that my brain can't turn around.
Ender stared at the sky, warning himself that he must not admit that this was his unlucky student at this moment. But when he looked back, Falaise was twirling his pointed beard with one hand and giving him a strange look.
"Do you believe this is a coincidence?" The dwarf president turned around and asked the others.
"Unless he is the illegitimate son of Lady Luck."
There were followers of Modela in the hall, and they were immediately furious: "Damn it, you will be cursed by the gods if you say that!"
"I'm just making an analogy."
"I can't even use an analogy."
The old speaker patted the table and signaled everyone to be silent: "Then does anyone know who this young man is?"
All was quiet.
Falaise turned back to look at Ander, but Ander didn't speak. Falaise thought for a moment and didn't answer. He looked behind him, thankful that Elpaxin's people had been out for a while and a half and hadn't come back yet.
The old speaker turned the page over, covered it on the table, raised his head, and looked at everyone with his stern eyes under his snow-white eyebrows. He asked again: "Well, everyone, does anyone know where this young man comes from?"
"He and Raganrok's men did not arrive in Vanrik together."
"Someone from Raganrok was seen going to the dock area to pick someone up."
People picked up the scattered information and answered in a variety of ways.
The old speaker waved his hand, asking them to stop making these meaningless statements. The old man put his thumb and index finger between his eyebrows, rubbed it gently, and then said: "With his technical level, is it possible for this young talent to
Is it the teacher behind the scenes?"
"How can this be?"
"How old is he?"
"So how can you achieve this level at such a young age?" Someone lined up several pages of paper, and the rows of identical points were slightly dazzling.
The man was speechless.
"Actually, you'll know if it's him just by asking."
“Don’t even ask,” someone else said, “Don’t we have another game?”
The old speaker then opened his eyes and felt that this suggestion was somewhat reliable. He turned around and asked if raganrok had entered the next round. He immediately received a positive answer, raganrok had defeated elite and entered the next round.
With a slight advantage.
"so be it."
He knocked on the table and made a final decision.
Although Sonan Steelbrow is the current Speaker of the Elfendor Council, when the latter is not here, Ander Uriel pretends to be transparent, so everyone is following the old Speaker for a while.
.
"They let your students enter the next game." Falaise suddenly whispered to his old friend beside him.
"Yeah, I know." Ender replied thoughtfully.
"Aren't you worried?"
"What am I worried about?"
Falaise looked at him strangely, and then asked in a low voice: "Do you know that your student participated in a competition in El Paxin?"
"What?" Ender was stunned.
The old speaker turned around and saw the two of them whispering.
But he didn't know what the two guys were discussing, so he just pretended not to care and asked: "Falais, I remember that there is still a place for selection in the Elfendor Council? Since they are all for Kaolin-Isu
If Li An loses honor, how about our Elfendor Council choose this young man?"
"Don't even think about it," Falaise jumped up and nervously covered the pile of results with both hands, as if it was the list of candidates. Although everyone was in the Kaolin-Ithulian alchemy circle, after all
There are still differences between organizations and regions.
He looked at the other party, then looked at Count Xilin Spica: "Wait, I have to remind you, don't you have that young man named Luo Lin?"
The old speaker was stunned when he heard this.
After the game in El Pashin, Kaulin-Ishulian successfully won a spot and gained one more spot to be selected for the main draw.
Among the two quotas, one belongs to the Kapka Craftsmen Association, and the other is selected by the royal family.
According to the convention, one-third of the members of the team should come from the Grand Craftsmen Association, one-third should come from the Southern Alchemist Alliance, and the remaining one-third should come from the selectors.
Among the guilds.
This is also to reflect the inclusive concept of Kaolin-Ithurion as a multi-ethnic country.
The quotas belonging to the Grand Craftsmen Association are usually allocated directly from the association. However, if there is no suitable manpower, a selection competition will be held to select outstanding talents directly from the competition. Just like the one currently being held in Van Rijk
This exhibition match.
As for the three lists belonging to the Chosen Guild, each major guild competes among themselves, but with this ability, there are basically some old faces every year, usually either the Crown of the Silver Forest or Elite.
However, a dark horse emerged this year, knocking the elite out of the spotlight. Therefore, the elite had to fight their way through the exhibition matches with teams from guilds such as raganrok. Speaking of which, Fang Plover also knew this dark horse, and that was Ji
The guild where Ta and Luo Yu belong to, and his old acquaintance the Oak Knights.
This is why people can't believe that elite has been upset twice. Once by the Oak Knights, and again by raganrok. If it weren't for the Continental League, it would be an unpopular competition.
I'm afraid the relevant news has detonated the community.
Returning to the theme, the three quotas in the southern region belong to the three noble families of Silin-Spika, Mordekaiser and Erwin. However, the Silin-Spica family and the Elfendor Council share weal and woe.
They have long been indistinguishable from each other.
Therefore, it is reasonable and reasonable for the old speaker to say that there is a quota for Elfendor Council to be elected.
Just after listening to Falaise's words, the other party was a little hesitant for a moment, and turned back to look at Count Xilin Spica. The count was frowning, and he had long recognized that Fang Plover was the one who met Fang Plover in the manor yesterday.
The young man who was with the little girl from the Ma Wei family.
He had met the other party at that time, but at that time he was so preoccupied with Luo Lin's affairs that he didn't pay much attention to it.
To be honest, a trace of hesitation flashed through his heart.
"Luo Lin can definitely get one of the two places in the exhibition competition." The old speaker reminded his student in a low voice.
But the count shook his head: "This young man can do it too."
When he said this, he actually meant to deny it.
The old speaker sighed, but he could only nod.
The Elfendor Council advances and retreats together, and of course they will not undermine each other over these trivial matters.
When Falaise saw the expressions on the two men's faces, he understood that his strategy had worked. Compared to Count Silin-Spika's concerns, he did not care whether Fang Plover and Luo Lin were the heirs to the elf inheritance.
It's just that as the leader of the Kaolin-Ithulian Craftsmen Association, he needs more outstanding players to participate in the next Continental League.
Of course everyone has selfish motives.
Falaise also wished that these outstanding players were all selected by the Grand Craftsmen Association.
Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen the game that the Elpaxin people had talked about. He looked at the pile of sheets on the table, and the scores of each person on it were densely packed, and his heart couldn't help but move.
I thought I should look into the game at that time and see what the situation was like.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the old man beside him.
But Ander raised his head: "Speaking of which, this quota in Phoenix City has not been used for several years, right?"
Falaise looked at the latter in surprise.
Count Xilin Spica also raised his head: "The quota of the Mordekaiser family has indeed not been used for many years... However, their relationship with us is only average..."
Ender glanced at him and shook his head: "They are indeed not interested in this, so they will leave it to me to decide the quota this year."
"What!?"
Ander looked around at everyone calmly: "Maybe I can recommend it alone."
Falaise opened his mouth.
The surprise on Count Silin-Spica's face was particularly obvious. He opened his mouth, but did not make any sound. However, the old speaker beside him couldn't help but asked: "Ander, would you like to discuss this with everyone?
"
Ender shook his head: "Maybe it's not necessary."
…
Of course Fang Yu didn't know that he was inexplicably on the mainland league's main draw list.
On the one hand, he came to participate in this competition to fulfill his promise to Odin, but on the other hand, it was due to the sudden changes at last night's banquet. He wanted to find a way to defeat the young man named Luo Lin in the finals and get the Rose.
Dominance of the workshop is his main purpose.
As for the main match of the Mainland China League, he actually has not considered this issue at all.
When the game ended, people in the square were still talking about it.
The competition team didn't know what they were doing before. It took a while to announce the result of their match with the elite. Of course, the result was already very obvious. In addition to some commotion outside the stadium, the elite side had actually accepted this reality.
.
Virus seemed very calm and only brought a few people to shake hands with them one by one.
The other people's emotions were quite stable. Although the elite people were a little unwilling, they did not show it.
Fang Yu was originally only worried that Liu Liyue would cause trouble with him, but he saw that although this guy had a bad face, he was still well-behaved, so he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. But he never expected that when Liu Li
When Yue walked in front of 'Previous Year', she looked at the other person's extended hand and suddenly answered:
"Silly x."
Then he passed by the other party.
This was so angry that the other party was shaking all over. If virus hadn't grabbed him, he might have almost gone up and died with Liu Liyue.
Fang Yu also sighed when he saw this scene. The bad-mouthed king in his team really lived up to his reputation.
But when it was his turn to shake hands with the other party, Fang Yu suddenly felt that he had been tricked by Liu Liyue. She was a virus, a goddess who never smiled, and her ability to make people unable to stand was one of the best in Aitaria.
If the other party said something sarcastic, he would probably run away. If he tried to retaliate, not to mention whether he was the iceberg goddess's opponent, just one of the other party's fans would be enough to spit on him.
Drown.
But before he could finish thinking about these things, he felt a cold hand hold his hand first.
It wasn't so much a handshake as it was a cold pliers clamping down on him.
Considering the level of the virus, he is naturally not allowed to break free.
Fang Yu was startled and quickly raised his head to look.
But she happened to only see a pair of cold eyes of Virus. She was asking in a unique calm tone: "How many benefits has Odin given you?"
"ah?"
Fang Yu was immediately stunned.
"Come to Elite," Virus said, "I will give you double benefits, and I will not tell others about Fenris."
After saying that, she let go of Fang Yu's hand and patted his shoulder: "Think carefully."
Then he turned around and left with everyone.
All that was left was the glasses scattered around.
"I read that right!" Chickpea almost dropped his chin to the ground: "The Iceberg Goddess talked to you. Why? Your relationship with Princess Sophie is so good?"
He couldn't help but look Fang Yu from left to right: "I wonder if you are not as handsome as me."
Elite fans in the live broadcast room were even more wailing.
What kind of virtue is this guy? Why does the Iceberg Goddess look at him differently?
However, Fang Yu himself didn't feel any honor at all. He looked at his hands and couldn't help but wonder if he should think about how to leave this place? He even thought about it and couldn't think of it.
How did the other party see through me?
But what Fang Yu obviously didn't realize was that the person who saw through him didn't know that Virus was just one person.
At this moment, Su Changfeng was silently walking to a corner of the field, looking in this direction from a distance. After a while, he picked up the communication crystal in his hand and whispered: "There is still one last game. Please pay attention to each group.
Get ready to enter."
"'Protect' a good target"
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