The atmosphere in the Underground Alliance was the complete opposite of that on the human side. They were already celebrating!
The gloom from losing the first round had been swept away.
"Haha, Master Lu Lun performed very well this time. The humans were completely stunned..."
"That human craftsman did nothing at all, just stood there watching... It seems our alliance's foundation is indeed quite solid."
Well, Lu Yuan really was staring wide-eyed from the sidelines, occasionally scratching his head.
As for any ideas, he had none whatsoever.
"That human craftsman's philosophy is completely opposed to ours. He was angered by it," explained a lizard-like craftsman. "Master Lu Lun has suffered too much these past years. He has been trapped by the past and unable to move on. Every day, aside from eating and sleeping, he studies. That is not something we can do."
Another craftsman from the Dark Steel Civilization said, "Senior, I do not think that human craftsman was entirely wrong... Perhaps, like when cultivating Extraordinary Tinder, we took the wrong path."
"Hmph, absurd! Lu Lun is already an Artisan Master. Our alliance simply is not powerful enough yet. We lack sufficient materials and sufficient fortune to allow him to complete items of a higher grade!"
"As long as we grow strong enough... perhaps even Mythical-grade items will be within reach!"
Lu Lun's performance this time had truly been excellent, leaving both sides watching in shock.
Even Lu Yuan himself felt immense pressure.
He could only comfort himself. "Ahem, losing would not be such a huge problem."
There was still the third wager!
Even losing the third match would be acceptable. After all, they would only lose 100 spirit essences, and the Underground Alliance was unlikely to attack humanity... Humanity could simply earn it back in future trades.
But