Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 675 675: 506 'Fortunately, they are allies'2

The last scholar contest was quite dull, with two so-called scholars tinkering away for ages, only to end up with extrely calm and icy operations.

It was completely silent throughout, without even a hint of excitent to be seen.

However, the mont this contest began, those audience mbers who had been dozing off suddenly opened their eyes wide.

"Holy shit!"

"Is this dude starting again?"

Familiar faces, familiar inexplicable maneuvers.

In contrast to the other side's cautious scanning and research, this side was bustling with vigorous and bold actions.

The sound of chanical cutting echoed clearly in the ears of every spectator through the broadcast screen, creating a lively atmosphere as if composing a rousing orchestral piece.

"..."

Storm turned his head askance, full of suspicion in his gaze towards the elder, 'Are you playing dirty?'

Had the humans already deciphered the technological barriers created by the chanical beings and kept it a secret all along, unwilling to use it to supplent their forces, preferring to spring it on them in today's contest against the Elf Race?

It didn't make sense!

Would they really not utilize their technology just for today's illusory contest?

Did the humans also have a Prophet of their own?!

"He must be ssing around!"

"Just posturing, don't panic!" There was so restlessness among the other elves sitting beside Storm.

"What's the use of being fast? A rushed modification is a waste of effort."

The speed of modification was one aspect of the contest's scoring, but the functionality of the modified product was another important component of the score.

Without too much guessing, the outco soon beca apparent.

Looking at the completely transford technological creation on stage, everyone's eyes sparkled with eagerness to try it out.

It looked quite professional, but could it actually be used?

"How about getting soone to take it for a test drive?" The elder glanced at the Elf Storm beside him, sowhat nervously ordering his subordinates.

The modification was so quick, even faster than the Scientific Research Institute's people, but was it any good?

What if it was all show and no substance, falling apart as soon as it started?

They would be the laughingstock of the elves for eternity.

"Understood! Sir!"

The driver responsible for testing the vehicles drove several different ones around the professional test track for a few laps, and when he got out, his eyes were blank, "Aren't you testing so new types of vehicles?"

Converted from chanical beings' vehicles?

He felt nothing off?

It perfectly matched human driving habits, with every detail seamlessly integrated, as if it was designed specifically for humans.

How could this have been modified from a chanical creation?

Everyone must be joking with .

The driver was certain of it.

Under the "pressure" from Bai E, the Elf Race's scholars had to speed up their modifications.

The product, which looked a bit awkward, appeared before everyone's eyes, just judging from its appearance.

Bai E's product was of a piece, as if it was custom-made based on a professional designer's blueprint.

The Elf Race scholars' product... it was hard to describe, one could only say it had a certain Orcish technology's charm.

Sitting inside his scholars' modified vehicle, an elf wanted to say a few good words after driving around the track a couple of tis, but he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of foam.

Still, he stubbornly gave a thumbs up, shouting loudly, "Good!"

The vehicle behind him burst open with a thunderous crack, expressing deep agreent.

"..."

"..."

Storm's face was as dark as charcoal, "Next match!"

"Although we have already won three out of three matches, we humans are still the masters of this world, and we're willing to give you a chance to challenge us. If you can win one match next, we're also willing to compete with you from the beginning again," the elder said with a smile.

Returning an opponent's own words without changing a letter is the ultimate delight.

"No need!" Storm's face turned utterly dark.

He had never expected that this human martial artist, who seed a bit slow-witted, would also possess such profound technological expertise.

No wonder Yue Ying ntioned him several tis in intra-race communications, it seed that there really was sothing exceptional about him.

And a city capable of nurturing such an all-around talent must indeed have so unique advantages.

Was their complete defeat before genuinely just showing weakness?

If that were the case... forming an alliance with this city didn't seem entirely out of the question.

Unintentionally, Storm's mindset had begun to shift.

However, his expression hardened in determination the next mont—no matter what, they could not afford to lose the next two matches!

If they lost again, they would have to consider whether elves would have significantly lower status and no say in the partnership.

After all, if they were inferior in every aspect, what position would they have to negotiate?

"Next is the exploration and understanding of high-dinsional space, and we still have Danniro as our representative," having reconciled himself to the prospect of cooperation, Storm instantly changed his arrogant deanor to one that was serious and ticulous.

But the old man's words instantly made his blood pressure surge again, "Our representative will still be Bai E."

"???"

'Do humans have no other talents apart from Bai E?!'

This thought almost showed on his face as Storm looked disapprovingly at the old man before him, suspecting that after winning three matches, he was trying to give elves so semblance of dignity.

Humans love to keep up appearances!

After all, how could anyone truly excel at everything?

...Excel at everything?

...Excel?

...Excel?

"Danniro? Danniro? Wake up?!" As he heard his people calling the participant's na, Storm just closed his eyes, feeling a throbbing between his eyebrows.

Understanding and exploring the high-dinsional world can be done in a very simple way—

Both sides would take turns to visit each other's "spiritual" worlds, experiencing the other's perception and insights into the high-dinsional world. This was a common communication thod among the spiritual energy practitioners of the Elf Race.

Such exchanges typically reveal vague content that is unspeakable, indescribable, almost like a psychological suggestion.

This reciprocal visit can be a contest, but it often serves as mutual improvent, filling in each other's gaps.

The original intent of the five matches was indeed to foster mutual understanding and bonding between the personnels of the two races... at least that was the pretext everyone maintained.

But now...

What exactly had Danniro seen in the other's world that made him faint so quickly?

What on earth did you see, hey!

Storm approached Bai E, for the first ti initiating conversation with this unique human, "What exactly did you show him?"

"It was the 'image' I 'saw' when I first awakened my spiritual energy," Bai E replied calmly.

Bai E had never considered this thod of "visiting" before, but following the instructions of the Elf Race's referees, he controlled his spirit to allow the other party into his ntal world. The mont after they entered, they fainted.

Looking back, Bai E could vaguely understand from the feedback of spiritual energy that the other party must have seen the gorgeous cosmic 'image' he perceived at his initial awakening of spiritual energy.

And the reason it was this image... Perhaps it was because the initial awakening image is similar to a "ho background screen" for each spiritual energy awakener, isn't it?

If not deliberately controlled, the first glimpse during a "visit"... would reveal it.

"Initial awakening?" Storm felt a throbbing in his temples and couldn't help feeling so resentnt, 'Yue Ying, what else haven't you clarified to us!'

If just the image from the initial awakening could make Danniro faint at a glance, what level of an image was it?

What kind of monster is this Bai E...?

But fortunately, he is now an ally of the Elf Race!

"Then let's proceed to the next match," Storm had already resigned himself to the fact of their defeat.

Outmatched in skills, there's nothing to say.

"Next match, the hunt, the demon!"