Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 655 - 495 Lose lose lose!_2

The technologies offered by both races contained a certain level of technical content, yet they weren't exactly critical.

If the object given was too simple, the opponent could easily replicate it, and wouldn't it still be a loss for oneself?

If the technology involved was too advanced, though it was called a competition, wouldn't the technology learned in the process simply become one's own afterward?

Technological competition is such that even if one loses, as long as one can learn a bit of the opponent's core technology, the game is worth playing, for the answer lies within the question itself.

In fact, the choice of items for the competition already tested both sides' understanding of knowledge and their analytical judgment of each other.

"Let's begin then," the old man said expressionlessly to the Elf designated Storm not far away.

The Elves' arrogance was almost palpable, and at this point, there was no need for any superficial politeness between the two sides.

"Sure, let's get started," Storm said with a smile and a nod, looking at his fellow Elves and the human scholars who had entered the arena.

Helen was an absolutely pure researcher, immersed in Bai E's "Miniaturized Kinetic Theory" and "Fission Field Generator"; she had no time to participate in what she considered a trivial contest.

The representative for humanity was another scholar from the Scientific Research Institute.

His status in the Institute was not as high as Helen's, so he always hoped to do more for the city to earn a greater share of resources.

But as he studied the "Spirit Dart Gun" before him for a moment, he began to sweat profusely.

Was this device truly something humans could interact with?

Without anyone to explain it to him, he found it very difficult to understand how it even operated.

Looking at the sleek, seamless barrel with its uniquely Elven aesthetic, he felt a sense of disintegration and cluelessness.

His spiritual energy tentacles reached out, attempting to communicate with the gun's will... or rather, its spiritual energy module.

But with little effect.

"Racial Lock!"

Only an Elf's spiritual energy frequency could successfully connect to the control module of the Spirit Dart Gun!

Such base and petty Elves!

Fortunately, our "High-Frequency Oscillating Cutting Blade"... also has a supremely complex factorial password lock that requires computation to unlock.

Hehe!

The competition between scholars lies in the understanding of knowledge and the ability to break the other's technological seals.

An invisible battle of wits may lack a visual spectacle, but it can be just as thrilling and terrifying.

'Come on!'

'You must win!'

Watching their own human Scientific Research Institute scholar, many spectators couldn't help but silently cheer from below.

Elf designated Storm indifferently retracted his gaze and looked to his side, "Just waiting like this seems like such a waste of time, doesn't it?"

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"Oh?" the old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you have a better suggestion?"

"No great suggestions, but I just think it's pointless to waste time like this. If they spend a day, two days, or three researching, are we supposed to just keep waiting?"

"You mean we should proceed directly to the next competition?"

Elf Storm nodded slightly, the smile on his face composed yet subtly laced with disdain, "Exactly."

The old man glanced at the stage, knowing that technological research indeed couldn't yield results in a short period, even if the technology provided by the other side wasn't particularly complex.

So, he turned to look at the Elf Storm, "Then just as you wish, let's proceed with the next competition simultaneously."

"Let's do it together... After all, they do not conflict with each other, do they?"

The remaining competitions included... the Spiritual Energy wielders who command the secrets, the Demon Hunters, and, the legions of both sides.

Aside from the preparation required for the battle between the legions of both sides, the other competitions could proceed at the same time. After all, whether it's the Spiritual Energy wielders researching the truths of higher dimensions or the Demon Hunters, their main battlefield lies within that mysterious and unpredictable high-dimensional space, having no intersection with the ongoing technological research.

"Together, then let's do it together." The old man's voice was steady, displaying an unfathomable composure.

Since all the competitions had to be held, might as well have them all at once.

...

"They all lost?"

"They all lost!"

"Those incompetents! Who on earth did they pick?"

The results of the various dimensional competitions were ultimately, and indisputably, announced to the ears of every human who knew of the event.

At once, many among the audience were filled with fury towards the city officials who had overseen the meeting of the two races.

The results of the technological competition's analysis of the Elf "Spirit Dart Guns" were indeed out, and the research Scholar had the confidence that humans would eventually master this Elf technology entirely, ensuring that each captured Spirit Dart Gun could be jailbroken into a human version.

But time waits for no one.

The Spirit Dart Gun he replicated remained in a semi-finished state, while the opponent had already brought out a complete High-Frequency Oscillating Cutting Blade, stating plainly that this device was much more practical than the Elf Race's katana, though a bit power-hungry... They hoped the humans could offer a matching energy solution, not to be unappreciative.

"It seems that your people are not very convinced, eh?" The male Elf Storm said with a proud smile, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, continuously repeating the competition is indeed quite pointless. How about this, if you can win one battle against us in the final legion war, then we wouldn't mind giving you another chance to start over, how does that sound?"

Looking at the man shorter than himself, the male Elf Storm's face wore a smile that spoke of overwhelming superiority, "I wonder... do you wish to lose completely with dignity, or are you willing to repeat the same outcome over and over again? I am very curious about your current thoughts..."

"You will know the answer," the old man said, looking at the Elf Storm, the fury in his eyes almost uncontrollable.

"So for the final battle, will your General Bai E take action? Why keep him hidden, what's your intention?" The Elf Storm asked with curiosity.

"That's none of your business!" The old man said with a cold expression before turning to leave.

The competition had already been going on for three days, and the legion battle was definitely not happening today.

At the late-night city mini-council, representatives from various factions were making their impassioned speeches.

"We must win! We cannot accept the demands and intentions that those Elves have expressed during these past few days!" the Logistics Department minister said, gesticulating wildly, adamantly refusing to yield.

"Since those arrogant Elves are so presumptuous, then why don't we try once more?!"

"Try once more? To be thoroughly crushed by them in front of everyone again? I can't think of anyone else we could send to face them in these competitions!"

"For Scholars, we have Helen; we could even ask the Institute Director; as for Spiritual Energy wielders, we can invite the Supreme Elder; Demon Hunters could let the Judge himself take action, and for warriors..."

"Enough! Their choices are clearly just their race's backbone! What, just because they showed a little skill, we should gamble away all our assets? Can't we stomach a loss?"

"Don't forget, gentlemen, even if you want another chance to fight, we must first win the final legion battle!"

"Have you considered who to send for the legion battle?"

"Let's go with General Bai E! With him there, there's no surprise. This is his domain, having entered and exited the Bug Race's nests seven times, I believe a mere band of roaming beastmen will certainly be a pushover."

"But today, the opponent asked again if we would send General Bai E to fight in the last battle... I'm afraid..."

"After these days of interaction, in my view, while the Elves are arrogant, their words and actions are mostly sincere; they might just truly want to witness General Bai E's strength. In my opinion, we should've let General Bai E take part from the first battle, even if it was the one against the Demon Hunters, with Bai E fighting, we wouldn't lose! I don't know why you've kept him hidden all this time!"

"Why?" Aglaya said with a cold, disdainful voice, "Because some people are afraid."