Wow! The explosion rate is really high

Looking at the figure in black robes standing there like a ghost without a shadow, Yueying's eyes showed a bit of interest, "This is a bit interesting..."

But it's just a bit interesting...

This human being has touched the threshold of "entering the Tao", but there is still a long way to go before Zorro has truly embarked on the "Tao".

I hope that with the blessing of human genetic optimization fluid, he can show a little more...

Unfortunately not.

The "King of Shadows", who had high hopes, had been on the field for only one minute. Under a heavy punch from the elf warrior, his whole body was like a black rag bag filled with sundries, and he almost flew to the ground. auditorium.

The "Shadow King" who specializes in the art of assassination, in such a head-on situation, except for the initial explosion that was as fast as thunder, his subsequent performance was even worse than that of the captain of the guard, Nolan.

Easily defeated by Zorro.

The entire venue was as silent as death, and all the people present were human spectators.

Being defeated by the same person twice in a row in competitions with foreign races is undoubtedly a slap in everyone's face.

It was burning, and each fan made no sound.

"How about it? Still want to compete?" the elf's arrogant voice sounded lightly, "If you feel unconvinced, our warrior can still fight a third game. With all due respect, the first two games may not be enough for him to warm up."

The old man in charge's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, feeling that his old face was being stepped on and rubbed hard on the ground.

‘How could we lose like this? ! ’

There is no way to fight back!

In order to take care of the emotions of the human audience present, the second competition also publicly strengthened the monitoring of the scene to prevent anyone from using psychic powers to cheat.

Countless high-definition cameras shoot 360-degree shots without blind spots, and even slow-motion dismantling at dozens of times speed can't find any irregularities.

If you can't beat it, you just can't beat it. There is no excuse at all.

"Promise him!"

"Another contest!"

"We must be sure this time." The think tank's voice came from the headset. As long as we can win, what's the point?

However, the old man looked livid and replied: "No need to compete! Let's move on to the next one!"

Because of their small number of people, the individual strength of the elves who advocate elite development is strong, but science requires a lot of practice to verify.

Top scholars all need to be cultivated and built with countless resources. The elves do not have such rich conditions. Only humans can have such fertile soil.

There will definitely be no problem in the next round of technology competition!

Humanity admitted that it lost the first game.

"How's it going? Do you see clearly?" Yueying in the stands asked softly to Bai E beside him.

"...Not sure." Bai E shook his head.

The path shown by the elf warriors is indeed extraordinary. It does not require any energy consumption, but only their own powerful understanding.

As long as there is a slight stalemate, the final winner must be these masters who integrate understanding into their skills.

A bit... like the "flow" evolved from the skill "Absolute Mastery" that was unlocked after breaking through to level 7 of his Light Weapon Specialization.

Of course, there are two levels of combat effectiveness between oneself who has turned on "flow" and one who has not turned on "flow".

"If I let you go, are you sure?" Yueying asked curiously.

"I do not know."

The two players sent by human beings were very good in strength. As long as the sealed spiritual power did not allow unlimited bursts, it was unclear whether I could reach their level, let alone the warriors of the porcelain elves.

Sure enough, compared to these pure elves who regard craftsmanship as everything in their lives, humans' in-depth study of craftsmanship is still far behind.

"But if you must try it, I think you can give it a try."

Soon, the next scholar competition began——

Two specially-made weapons appeared on the field...

Of course, the technological competition in the competition is not to compare the supreme core technological achievements of the two races. Such a competition is meaningless, and there is not even a winner or loser.

There are actually two methods of competition decided by the two sides. One is to each produce a creation with only a single core technology, and see who of the two sides can replicate the technological creation given by the opponent as quickly as possible; the other is to jointly crack the omnic. A technological creation and modified it to suit the human/elven version.

In the end, I chose the former.

The one whose time is much ahead in re-engraving is of course the winner, the one whose time is about the same...

It depends on the level of reproduction on both sides.

What the elves gave was a thing called a "spiritual dart gun", which was also a kind of firearm, but generally only the elves could use it. If humans got it... they would find that there was no trigger.

It is said to be a gun, but it has no trigger, but the attack method is not much different from the human firearm system. The only difference is that it does not shoot ordinary gunpowder bullets, but a specially transformed semi-energy semi-entity called "Spirit Dart" of projectiles.

This kind of projectile has almost no ballistic deflection and can hit wherever you point it. There is even no recoil. As long as you know a few tricks, even an ignorant son of the elves or an old and frail old man can use it easily. And showed great fighting power.

As for the humans... what they took out was the high-frequency oscillation cutting blade that was developed earlier.

This thing has just been developed in humans. Their elves do not have sufficient funds, and they do not advocate this form of technology in their philosophy. They have definitely not studied it.

The things given by the two groups have a certain technical content, but they are not so critical.

The thing given is simple, and the opponent can copy it at will. Isn't he the loser?

The technical content of the things given was high, and it was said that it was a competition, but the technology you stole from someone in the competition would not belong to you when you turn around?

In technological competitions, the answer lies within the riddle. Even if you lose, it is worth it if you can steal some of the core technology of the other race.

The selection of participating items actually already takes into account both parties’ understanding of knowledge and their analysis and judgment of their opponents.

"Then let's get started." The old man said expressionlessly to the elf master Storm not far away.

The elves' arrogance was almost in their faces. Now that the matter was over, there was no need for too much pretentious politeness between the two parties.

"Let's begin." Storm looked at the tribesmen and scholars sent by humans on the field, smiled and nodded.

Helen is an absolutely pure scientific researcher. She is obsessed with the "miniature power theory" and the "disintegration force field generator" provided by Baie. She has no time to participate in this kind of boring competition for her.

The one who represented humanity was also another academician from the Academy of Sciences.

His status in the hospital is not as good as Helen's, so he always hopes to do more for the city and gain more resources from the city.

But after studying the "Spirit Dart Gun" in front of him for a moment, he began to sweat on his forehead.

Is this thing really accessible to humans?

No one explained it to him, and it was difficult for him to even know how this thing was driven.

Looking at the smooth and integrated gun body, this shape with the unique beauty of the elves really made him feel a little collapsed and confused.

The psychic tentacles that were protruded tried to communicate with the will in the firearm... or the module of psychic energy.

But with little success.

"Racial lock!"

Only the elves' psychic energy band can successfully connect to the control module of this spiritual dart gun!

What a despicable elven villain!

Fortunately, the high-frequency oscillating cutting blade we took out... is also equipped with an ultra-high factorial code lock that requires calculation to arrive at the result.

whee!

The competition between scholars lies in the understanding of knowledge and the cracking of each other's technical blockade.

The invisible brainstorming undoubtedly has little expressive power, but the heart-stopping scenes are equally frightening.

‘Come on! ’

‘We must win! ’

Looking at the academician of their own human scientific research academy, many viewers were secretly cheering below.

The Elf Lord made Storm look away indifferently and looked to his side, "It would be a waste of time to just wait like this, right?"

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you have in mind?"

"It's okay to have a good idea, but I think it's really unnecessary to waste time like this. If they study it for one day, two days, or three days, should we just keep waiting?"

"You mean to let us proceed directly to the next competition?"

Elf Storm nodded slightly, the smile on his face was plain but also revealed a hint of disdain, "Exactly."

The old man glanced at the field and knew that the research and development of technology was indeed not something that could result in a short time, even if the technology provided by the other party was not that difficult.

Then he turned to look at Elf Storm, "Then as you think, we will proceed to the next competition simultaneously."

"Let's go together...there's no conflict with each other, right?"

The remaining competitions are... the psykers who control the secrets, the hunters who hunt demons, and the legions of both sides.

Except that the legion battle between the two sides may require time to prepare, everything else can be carried out simultaneously. After all, whether they are psykers who study the truth of high-dimensional space, or hunters who hunt demons, their main battlefields are in that mysterious place. In the high-dimensional space measured, there is no overlap with the current scientific and technological research.

"Together, let's just be together." The old man's voice was steady, showing a calmness that was invisible to others.

Anyway, we have to compete, so let’s do it at the same time.

…

"All lost?"

"We all lost!"

"Those trash! Who are they chosen?"

The results of the competition in various dimensions were finally announced to the ears of every human audience who knew about it without any dispute.

For a time, many viewers were filled with anger towards the senior city officials who led the meeting between the two races.

The results of the analysis of the Elf "Spirit Dart Gun" in the technology competition have indeed come out, and the research academicians are also confident that they will fully master this Elf technology in the future, ensuring that every captured Soul Dart Gun can be jailbroken into a human version.

But time waits for no one.

The spirit dart gun he reproduced is still in a semi-finished state, but the opponent has already taken out a complete high-frequency shock cutting blade, and bluntly said that this thing is much easier to use than the tachi of their elves, but it consumes a little electricity... I hope humans Be able to provide supporting energy solutions and don’t be ignorant.

"It seems that your tribe is not very convinced, right?" The male elf Storm smiled arrogantly, "Don't say that I won't give you a chance. Repeated competitions are indeed meaningless. So, if you are in the final If you can beat us in a legion battle, then we don’t mind giving you another chance to compete from scratch, how about that?”

Looking at the old man who was shorter than himself, the male elf Storm showed a crushing smile on his face, "I don't know... do you want to lose a decent and complete game? Or are you willing to repeat the same thing over and over again?" The result. I am curious about your inner thoughts now..."

"You will know the answer." The old man looked at Elf Storm, the anger in his eyes almost uncontrollable.

"So in the final battle, will your general named Bai take action? You have been hiding, what is your purpose?" Elf Storm asked curiously.

"It's none of your business!" The old man finally said these words with a cold face, turned around and left.

The competition has been going on for three days, and it is designated that the legion battle cannot take place today.

In the city's small parliament late at night, people from all walks of life were making fierce remarks.

"We must win! We cannot accept the demands expressed by those elves in the past few days of contact!" The head of the Logistics Department waved his arms, vowing to refuse to obey.

"Since those proud elves are so arrogant, why don't we try again?!"

"Try again? Are you going to be completely crushed by them again in front of everyone? I can't think of anyone else I can send to compete with them in this competition!"

"For scholars, we have Academician Helen, and we can even invite the dean; for psychics, we can ask the Supreme Elder; for exorcists, we can ask the Grand Inquisitor to take action personally. As for the warriors..."

"That's enough! The candidates they sent are obviously just the backbone of their clan! What? They just show off their skills a little bit, and we have to destroy all the family wealth? Can we just not afford to lose?"

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

"Have you considered the candidates for the Legion War?"

"Just General Bai'e! With him here, there will be no surprises. This is his domain. Even the Zerg lair can be entered and exited at the same time. I think a group of wandering orcs will definitely not be a problem."

"But today the other party asked us again if we want to send General Bai E to fight in the final battle... I'm afraid..."

"After these days of contact, I think these elves are arrogant, but they are basically sincere in what they say and do. They may really just want to see the strength of General Bai E. I would say that Bai E should be allowed in the first battle. If General E comes on the scene, or even if it’s a battle to hunt demons, if General Bai E comes on the field, we won’t lose! I don’t know why you keep hiding him!”

"Why?" Aglaia's cold voice was a bit disdainful, "Because some people are afraid." (End of Chapter)