Meanwhile, Bradley fell into complete silence with his head hung low, seemingly to have been suppressed. Fane, on the other hand, glanced at him for a moment before he ignored Bradley entirely.
The two sides faced each other, and after over 15 minutes of silence, the tense atmosphere gradually subsided. Master Forrest was visibly worried over Bradley, fretting that Bradley might have melted under the pressure, and thus did not have the time to bother with Phoenix Valley's representatives. His full focus was on Bradley.
Elder Maurice looked at Fane, and the latter could practically feel the pair of eyes on him. "If you have anything you want to say, just go ahead," said Fane, mildly irked.
The agitated Elder Maurice let out a light cough and spoke, "I just can't seem to relax. Claude and Benedict aren't reliable. I'm worried that we'll lose."
Fane gave a light nod.
Elder Maurice's worry was warranted. After all, no one could tell what level Claude and Benedict were at. Almost 20 hours had passed, but no significant movement came from the four rooms. It was natural to be worried.
Mr. Zayne, on the other hand, was more composed. He
took a deep breath. "I don't think you need to be too worried. Even though they're not that talented, what about the two from Sky Peak Pavilion? The four of them are more or less the same. I feel like all of them will fail. In the end, it'll be Fane against Bradley."
Fane nodded, feeling like Mr. Zayne's analysis was reasonable-the four of them were indeed more or less the same. The contest was incredibly difficult this time, and even Bradley needed 18 hours of hard work to complete a Three Suns Pill.
For the few of them to successfully refine it, a day was probably not enough.
Elder Maurice thought about it and nodded. "All we can do is pray that the four of them won't succeed. If we only compete with Fane's result, we'll definitely win."
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