Wu Mo took a few steps forward to the judging table and immediately handed in his basketball-sized armor prototype.
Elder Ai Bo took it and was about to put it into the machine for testing.
However, he was slightly shocked when he subconsciously glanced at it.
The armor prototype that had been cast by this young man not only had a perfect structure, but its weight was also somewhat different from that of the other blacksmiths' prototypes. Its surface was full of potholes as if it had not been polished at the last step.
Lian Chun yawned at the side. He did not notice this piece of work that was comparable to something made by an experienced blacksmith.
"Let's take a look at the data first."
Even though he felt that this prototype was better than all the previous ones, he still had to test it according to the process.
Right then, the other 12 people looked over. They wanted to see the level of this guy who made them unhappy.
