Lin Guang threw another bottle of blue potion to Liko, who had just run out from the mechanized arms operation zone.

"Wow! It's Green Willow No. 3!"

She cheered, her cute cat-like mouth becoming even more obvious: "Boss is so strong, drinking this every day!"

She suddenly had a hunch, "Wait, is this going to be deducted from my salary..."

"Just drink it."

Lin Guang said casually, "The workshop is all mine. I wouldn't deduct your salary and end up unable to make Spiritual Artifacts."

The three of them found a relatively quiet spot on the platform to sit down.

Zumama's huge snake tail supported the platform as she slowly sat down, taking a towel Liko handed her to wipe her cheeks, then smoothly her slender white neck.

Lin Guang sat next to her, looking at the increasingly fragile giant, he said softly, "It's badly damaged."

The dismantling and assembling of high-quality Spiritual Artifacts are largely irreversible. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The crafting of high-quality Spiritual Artifacts typically involves completing an integration, transforming entirely toward a specific direction to bear the designed Spirit Rune Array completely.

And when a seemingly insignificant part is damaged, it can render the entire Spiritual Artifact dysfunctional because of this.

When an important part is damaged, even if just a little, it can affect a large area of other parts.

Even if modular design was done in advance, among the damaged parts, at most only some Spirit Gold and circuits can be smelted and remade.

Dismantled to this extent to barely completely remove the damaged parts, it basically means that a large part of the Angry Iron Plate needs to be re-smelted and remade.

Lin Guang couldn't help but say, "The opponent's malice is immense."

Zumama's motions in wiping her body did not pause, as the towel moved to her smooth armpit, and then over her chest, wiping across the appropriately sized mounds, squeezing them into various shapes, before starting to wipe her smooth flat abdomen.

As she wiped, she said softly, "Because that guy came just to destroy it."

The girl's face showed no expression, but Lin Guang could easily feel her inner anger.

"... Damn, damn, that stupid Federal bastard…!!"

Liko gritted her teeth, "A Six-Star Peak True Master! Damn it, they even call them 'Demigods' in the Federation's language! So targeted against us!"

"Isn't it just piling up materials? Their materials are so ahead of ours, what's the big deal?!"

As she spoke, her eyes were getting a little red, her voice slightly trembling: "And, they won, they won! It's not like we don't admit it..."

"Why do they have to demean us... demean Master, demean the Angry Iron Plate so much... make it sound so worthless and even have to destroy it!!"

Lin Guang said nothing.

After returning from Senran Studio the first time, he definitely had understood the specific situation of the competition.

So naturally, he saw the clip online that thrust Senran Studio into the spotlight.

——It was a very short post-competition interview video.

The camera focused on a spotless, coldly lit interview room.

A handsome man sat upright in a boss chair, his facial lines distinct, nose high and sharp, with Western features, his slicked-back silver-white hair perfectly in place, as if just measured with a ruler.

He wore a perfectly tailored dark blue suit with silver linings, his hands gloved in snowy white gloves.

The reporter's somewhat nervous query sounded: "Mr. Stolheim, how do you view the performance of your opponent, Ms. Zumama and her Angry Iron Plate in the exhibition match? It's said its design philosophy is very... unique?"

Stolheim's ice-blue eyes stared directly into the camera, devoid of any emotion, mechanical.

"Unique...?"

He repeated the word in the most standard Great Xia Language, then spoke once more.

"Are you trying to use this term to beautify chaos, chaos, and brute force?"

"I think there's no need to defend a pile of shoddy, ugly, leakage-ridden junk akin to a primitive man's bonfire with this term."

"There is a difference between unique and ugly."

He leaned slightly forward, glimmers of True Intent faintly flickering in his eyes, increasing the oppressive air: "The path of machinery lies in absolute control, in precision down to the minutest detail."

"Any unquantifiable and uncontrollable variable is a deadly cancer, only resulting in one outcome—destruction."

"Like what you just saw."

"Whether in the crisis-filled wilderness or the outer battlefield, facing the Demon Race or any type of enemy, once a mechanical-type Spiritual Artifact loses control, it signifies death."

He gently straightened up.

"Thus her failure was inevitable, her philosophy a sad fallacy. A product cobbled together in a primitive workshop, driven by savage intuition, doesn't even qualify as a stepping stone."

"The quality of the products from such a workshop is predictable."

"Instead of focusing on them, it would be better to pay attention to the few old friends we constantly meet in competitions."

"This year, I will not hand over the championship."

The interview concluded.

This man was named Stephen von Stolheim.

He was a Six-Star Peak powerhouse from the Federation Country, CEO of Moderation Group, which mainly produces various mechanical-related Spirit Beast Spiritual Artifacts and imports various mechanical-related Spirit Beast resources from the Federation Country.

Due to the existence of that Tier Eight Holy Beast, System, he seemed to be residing almost constantly in Coastal City, with the headquarters and production lines of Moderation Heavy Industries located on about the 920th floor of the Sky Arena.