Chapter 1413
Looks like Agalon wasn't here just to humiliate me. He seemed genuinely surprised too. Damn that guy—he's been overshadowing me my whole life, and now, even when he takes a disciple, his disciple ends up overshadowing mine. Savi, that idiot, hasn't figured it out yet? Can't he see that Agalon is actually trying to save me a little face here?
Do I really have to tear away the last shred of dignity myself? Throw my own pride on the ground and stomp on it?
Alonzo doesn't seem interested in how the victory was achieved, but now that Savi has spoken up, the other alchemists are asking questions too. Everyone wants to know the truth.
These alchemists couldn't care less about being insulted when it comes to alchemy, but they're all representatives of Northend's top powers. Losing for no apparent reason—none of them would accept that.
The atmosphere was growing tenser by the moment. More and more people were glaring at Leon with nothing but fury in their eyes, but Leon just squatted there, unmoving, as if something on the ground had captured all his attention.
The Lionheart King frowned and finally spoke up.
"Alonzo, what's going on?"
Suddenly, the Forest Elf King beside him seemed startled, as if he had discovered something. He glanced at Leon and then gave a surprised smile.
"This contest happened because we were short one Saint Alchemist, but now there's no need to compete anymore. Truly an extraordinary young man."
Leon sighed, stood up a little disappointed, shook his head, and returned to stand behind Agalon.
Seeing Leon return, Savi couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed forward excitedly, pointing at Leon.
Mafa Merlin, do you feel at ease winning this spot like this? Do you deserve the title of Alchemist? On the pursuit of truth, the last thing we can tolerate is dirty, despicable means.
Where is your alchemical work? How can someone without a single work win this contest?
With Savi taking the lead, the others also stood up to join him.
Honored sirs, we do not accept this! How can someone without a single work win this contest?
Yes, why does he get the last spot without doing anything? This is so unfair, it's an insult to alchemy...
Seeing that these people wouldn't give up, Agalon still wore a faint smile and said nothing. But Alonzo's face turned completely dark, anger flashing in his eyes.
Idiots! All of you idiots! The alchemical works you produced are all crap—are your brains broken too?
Damn it, I said it—if Archmage Leon Merlin wins, then he wins. Do you doubt my judgment? A bunch of idiots who only care about their own interests! You're lucky to have made it this far—do you really expect to go further?
Forget it. You fools can't even understand plain words! Didn't you hear what the Elf King said? Idiots, since you want to die knowing the truth, I'll make sure you understand it thoroughly!
Alonzo suddenly lost his temper, and the crowd instantly fell silent...
The Forest Elf King gently shook his head, raised a finger, and snapped. Instantly, every blade of grass within hundreds of meters withered and crumbled, turning to pale ash that drifted across the earth. Even the leftover materials from where Leon had been were reduced to dust.
In the blink of an eye, the entire area became a barren wasteland, devoid of anything. At the center, a faint glimmer of light flickered.
Amidst the ashes, a single blade of grass—just three centimeters tall—remained standing. It wasn't ordinary green, but shimmered with four colors, constantly shifting and cycling, haloed by a faint glow as if cloaked in a miniature rainbow.
The moment Savi saw the grass, his face turned deathly pale, stunned as he pointed at the fragile, multicolored blade.
"Impossible... How is this possible? Impossible! In just a few hours—how could it be..."
A few Worldshapers with some insight stared in horror at the fragile blade of grass. One of them was so shocked he dropped his magical artifact, crying out in disbelief.
"Void Creation! My god, he... he has become a Saint Alchemist!"
In that instant, everyone suddenly understood—why Alonzo's face looked so grim, yet he changed the final winner without hesitation; why the Forest Elf King said this contest was held because one Saint Alchemist was missing...