Chapter 54 Male Standard

The body of this first-generation Blaze was still relatively new, but the front had been removed and placed to the side. The rider's seat had been completely dismantled, revealing the soul energy conversion core inside.

It was a single cast modification board engraved with dense rune arrays. However, the grooves of the rune arrays had worn down over time, making them less clear. The biggest problem was at the core, where there was a complex square soul energy container. Its crystal casing seemed to have melted from high temperatures, leaving a large scorched area. Many parts that should have been neatly arranged were missing, scattered haphazardly, no longer forming a cohesive whole.

"Pity the soul energy conversion core is damaged," Patu said, seemingly lamenting but unable to hide his desire to show off: "The main issue with the first-generation Blaze is its excessive weight, inevitably causing an overload of soul energy. Burning out the soul energy conversion core is common."

"Patu, do you think it can be repaired?" Bai Linfeng asked with a smile.

"It would be very difficult. The damage is too severe. If only the crystal casing of the soul energy core had burned out, it might be easier, but because it was forced to operate beyond capacity, the entire rune array of the motorcycle suffered varying degrees of damage. To repair it, we'd need to overhaul the entire vehicle and restore the rune arrays. The workload would be enormous." Patu shook his head: "The cost would be too high; it would be cheaper to build a new third-generation model."

Indeed, in front of these experts, his assessment wasn't entirely accurate. Repairing this modified motorcycle wasn't as challenging as it seemed.

However, being able to accurately diagnose the internal damage without being misled by the surface damage was quite impressive for an apprentice.

Even Bai Linfeng nodded in approval, and Li Sitan couldn't help but nod as well.

A smile appeared on Luo Yan's face; his disciple had made him proud: "These are all your seniors. Be humble in front of the teachers and don't make such definitive judgments so easily."

"Yes," Patu hurriedly nodded, stealing a glance at Su Yue, who was engrossed in examining the motorcycle's frame, seemingly oblivious to his earlier remarks.

Just as he was feeling disappointed, a bold voice rang out in the crowd.

"Senior Brother, can I have this motorcycle? I want to conduct some experimental research; I've been lacking inspiration lately." Old Wang spoke confidently, as if asking for a lollipop from a teacher.

A first-generation Blaze!

Old Wang's heart raced. This classic model from the game was heavy and metallic, a perfect fit for any man. In those early days, women always had Lulutos by their side, while men had the first-generation Blaze. Without a motorcycle, could you even say you played the game?

He remembered how some wealthy players had replicated this model in real life using Harleys, but no matter how realistic they tried to make it, it couldn't compare to the raw power of this one. The punk craftsmanship alone, steeped in the history and culture of this continent, was something Earth's artisans could never replicate. And now it was right in front of him.

Fix it up and ride it for a few days—how cool would that be? Afterward, he could sell it for a profit—how awesome!

Everyone turned to look at him, as if he were a fool.

Who was this shameless person, thinking the Rose Holy Sanctuary was his personal property?

Patu's eyes filled with contempt for Wang Feng's ignorance. This guy, who hung around with orcs, probably didn't understand the value of a motorcycle. Otherwise, how could he make such a brazen request?

This arrogant fool, Li Sitan would surely reprimand him!

"Sure," but to everyone's surprise, Li Sitan simply nodded, not even asking for a reason. Even Su Yue was taken aback, feeling a bit regretful since she also liked this version. Finding a well-preserved one like this was nearly impossible; they were usually in collectors' hands, and the price was astronomical.

"Do you need anything else?" Li Sitan added, knowing that keeping Wang Feng interested in runes was worth it.

"No, this is enough," Old Wang replied politely, perhaps feeling a bit guilty, adding, "I'll let you know if I need anything else."

"Li Sitan..." Bai Linfeng called out, having shown the students everything they needed to see. The experts had more pressing research topics today, and they clearly didn't consider the previous matter significant.

"Let's call it a day," Li Sitan said before leaving: "Anyone interested can stay and look around. Wang Feng, the motorcycle is yours, but be careful. It has some stored energy, but it won't run. You'll have to push it yourself if you want to take it."

...

All the disciples were stunned.

Not just Patu, Su Yue, and Mo Tong, but even the other Foundry students, who were considered elites, couldn't believe what had happened. They never imagined they could ask their mentors for such things.

Not only did Wang Feng ask, but the mentor offered even more.

Even someone as favored as Patu by Luo Yan hadn't reached the point where he could ask for a motorcycle. But Wang Feng had done so boldly.

This... truly lived up to his reputation as Karida's relative!

Everyone recalled the rumors about Old Wang's notorious past. There must be some truth to them!

Mo Tong was filled with regret. If he had known it would be so easy, he should have asked first. At least he wouldn't have felt so bad about being rejected.

The experts gathered around a Shin Wind airship, the focus of their research. The Nine Gods Empire's airships posed a significant threat to the League of Blades. Despite acquiring some through smuggling and seizures, the internal structure was too complex, and progress remained limited.

With the experts gone, the students were freer.

They gathered around the first-generation Blaze, their admiration turning into envy.

Even if it couldn't run, it was still a modified motorcycle—a great conversation piece in the dorms. Especially for the Foundry students, who were practically drooling. If they weren't strangers, they would have approached Wang Feng already.

Wang Feng was fiddling with the parts, preparing to reinstall the front end to make it easier to push later.

Yin Fu eagerly handed tools to help, while others whispered among themselves. Mo Tong, who usually argued with Old Wang, was excitedly rubbing his hands: "Wang Feng, since you can't fix it, why don't you give it to me? I'll fix it and let you ride it afterward, okay?"

Old Wang smiled: "Brother, be modest. Don't act like you know how to fix it."

"I don't know how, but I can find someone who does!" Mo Tong puffed out his chest: "Don't worry, I can afford whatever it costs! How about I let you ride it for three days after fixing it? No, five days! A week!"

"Don't be silly," Patu said, both envious and disdainful: "Do you think money can solve everything? The rune repair shops in Aurora City can't handle this level of overall rune restoration unless the teachers intervene."

"I can replace the parts directly!" Mo Tong glared at him, finding him increasingly annoying: "Shut up!"

"The parts for the first-generation Blaze stopped production ten years ago," Su Yue smiled, her family being in the business: "Some parts might be found in old shops, but finding all the parts will be difficult and expensive. If you can't manage it, come to me."

Su Yue was intrigued.

"You're familiar with this, Junior Sister Su Yue?" Old Wang glanced at her slender waist, silently mourning for the Foundry's male students.

"Just a little," Su Yue replied humbly.

"Junior Sister is too modest. Your family is the largest foundry in Aurora City. If anyone can fix it, it would be you," Patu seized the opportunity to flatter her.

Su Yue smiled. "Wang Feng, this thing is a waste in your hands. Why don't we cooperate..."

Wang Feng, who was more interested in the curves of the Flame than Su Yue's waist, could see that this girl was eyeing his Flame.

"Indeed, Wang Feng, it’s useless in your hands. After you’re done studying it, why not lend it to us?" Patu chimed in as well.

"Who said I’m going to fix it? I’ll dismantle it into pieces when I get back—pieces that can’t be repaired. To study runes, one must have a spirit of sacrifice. You wouldn’t understand!"

Old Wang raised his head, put on an act, and pushed the cart away. A bunch of kids, what were they thinking!