Qin Feng had barely finished speaking when the atmosphere across the testing ground changed.
Hu Liena looked at the red tractor, with its brutalist beauty and rustic charm, then at the Soul Douluo on the ground, who had completely lost all hope in life. She asked in a small voice, "Master... are you really going to build a thousand of them?"
She had seen the thing's power with her own eyes.
A thousand?
What were they planning to do? Plow through every Soul Master on the continent?
"A thousand is just the first batch."
Qin Feng didn't even look at her. He headed straight for the Douluo Terminator.
"There'll be more later."
He tapped the cold, white bone arm with his fingers. It clacked like he was testing a watermelon for ripeness.
"Brother Wolf, we can optimize the design further."
"There's no need to preserve this Soul Bone intact. Grind it into powder, mix it evenly into the special alloy, and cast it into mechanical arms. That way, every tractor will have a bit of the 'resonance' property, and we can cut costs by another thirty percent."
"Most importantly, one Soul Bone can arm an entire regiment of tractors."
Grey Wolf's eyes lit up like two 200-watt bulbs.
"Damn! Boss, you really are ruthless!"
"Dilute a single SSR into a thousand R cards? That's a goddamn genius idea!"
"It's not dilution," Qin Feng corrected him.
"It's industrial-scale mass production."
"I'm going to make the Soul Bones of Titled Douluo the cheapest consumables on the assembly line."
"Come on. Let's check out the production workshop."
With his hands behind his back, Qin Feng strolled out like a veteran cadre inspecting his own factory.
Grey Wolf trotted along behind him, still muttering about "alloy ratios" and "powder metallurgy."
Hu Liena watched the