Chapter 364: I Object! I Apply for a Duel!

Not only had Dubinchi failed to anticipate it, many of the audience present had not anticipated it either.

After several hours of competition, some people could no longer hold it in, thinking it was already over, and had left their seats one after another to grab the spots with the best view, and Lei Ting's announcement immediately put them in a dilemma.

Was it to hold it in temporarily and keep watching, or to let it loose in their pants and keep watching?

As for the option of going to relieve themselves first and then coming back to watch, very few people would consider it, because the toilet was too far away; by the time they went out and came back, the competition would surely be over.

The Grain Seed Grand Competition was originally about putting the most exciting part at the end; the most exciting moment of a day's competition, and one would actually miss it because of going to the toilet? All that hard running around just for this one climax, and one was actually in the toilet?

Experienced viewers had long prepared bottles in advance; inexperienced viewers could only face the dilemma.

Lei Ting didn't care about all that, and continued the broadcast: "The Salted Fish Team planted Saltwater Magic Rice, which is a miraculous rice variety. Speaking of which, it has a deep connection with our Grain Seed Grand Competition—it comes from the Magic Rice cultivated by Chunfeng Da De the Druid!"

Boom! A wave of sound surged through the entire venue, so sudden that it produced an explosive effect.

Chunfeng Da De the Druid—the Grain Seed Grand Competition was named after him—and it had been many years since anyone had heard any news of him.

Especially the year before last, the grain yield record held by Chunfeng Da De was broken, and at the same time the thousand-catty mark was also surpassed, which made everyone miss him even more.

Everyone felt that if Chunfeng Da De could participate in the Grain Seed Grand Competition, he would surely be able to break a thousand catties as well; perhaps he simply had no rivals, was disappointed with the Grain Seed Grand Competition, and so no longer took part.

Chunfeng Da De's record had been broken, and everyone was hoping he would reappear this year and bring even higher-yielding grain seeds.

Who would have thought that the one to come was not Chunfeng Da De, but a Salted Fish Team whose name no one had ever heard, and the Saltwater Magic Rice they brought actually originated from Chunfeng Da De the Druid?

Outsiders listen for the excitement, insiders listen for the substance—just hearing the name 'Saltwater Magic Rice' alone reveals a great deal of substance.

What does "saltwater" mean?

Fortunately, Lei Ting did not keep everyone waiting too long, and immediately continued: "Saltwater Magic Rice, as the name suggests, is a rice variety that can adapt to saltwater environments and can be planted in saline-alkali land or saltwater wetlands. Its appearance is of epoch-making significance; from today on, saline-alkali land is no longer cursed ground."

"Wah!"

"All coastal wetlands, inland salt lakes, sea islands, and other places can introduce Saltwater Magic Rice. According to incomplete statistics, the world's saltwater and saline-alkali environments unsuitable for planting account for one-fifth of the total arable land area. If Saltwater Magic Rice is promoted, the world will instantly gain an additional one-fifth of arable land, able to feed an additional hundred million people."

"Wah!"

"This is a rice variety of epoch-making significance, a rice variety sufficient to make the Grain Seed Grand Competition change its rules for it, a rice variety that can create an entirely new cultivation system. However…" Saying this, Lei Ting's voice paused for a moment.

Keeping everyone in suspense, wasn't it? A wave of uproar immediately rose from the audience again.

Seeing that everyone's appetite had been whetted enough, Lei Ting continued the broadcast: "However, in the interest of fairness, this edition of the Grain Seed Grand Competition will not change its rules for the time being; we will continue to determine the champion by yield per mu."

In the contestants' seating area and the private boxes, all the participating contestants, including Dubinchi, all had their faces darken. This edition of the Grain Seed Grand Competition was not changing its rules, yet the Salted Fish Team was still placed at the end—did that mean their yield was even higher than their own fourteen hundred catties?

Dubinchi no longer had the mind to pay attention to that elven beauty; he did not notice at all that she was no longer leaning on the railing, but had flipped forward, transformed into an owl, and flown toward the contestants' area.

Before she even got close, she was spotted by Seeing Ange, who glanced at her, recognized her, and then ignored her.

Seeing this, the owl quickly landed on the ground, walked with an eagle's stride, and quietly slipped over to Estedolia's side, climbing onto her shoulder.

Estedolia said: "The moment I heard the Elven Team, I knew it was you. Did you come on your own?"

The owl said in a low voice: "The Magic Bow siblings came with me. It's unbelievable—I even brought out my Elven Rice, and yet I couldn't even make it into the top two."

"If a team could enter with several kinds of crops, you might not even make the top five," Estedolia added a stab.

The owl opened her beak wide, unable to close it for a long time. Didn't Estedolia's words imply that she had at least seen five kinds of crops with yields exceeding twelve hundred catties per mu?

For a druid, having never grown five kinds of grain with higher yields than her own was a tremendous blow.

"Why don't you change back? Isn't the eagle form uncomfortable?" Seeing that Kelandail showed no sign of changing back, Estedolia asked in confusion.

Kelandail leaned in closer and said softly: "I'm afraid of being driven away."

Because of past conflicts, Kelandail did not dare to loiter in front of Seeing Ange and the others, afraid he would remember what had happened back then.

Estedolia whispered: "Don't be afraid, my lord isn't that petty. As long as you don't burn his fields and grain, he generally won't bother with you."

Kelandail couldn't help but open her beak again. The famously arrogant Estedolia had actually called him 'my lord' directly? And so affectionately at that?

"Hurry up and change back, your Mao Mao is tickling me—itchy." Estedolia, not noticing Kelandail's expression, urged her.

"Oh." Kelandail slid down along Estedolia's shoulder, and by the time she reached the ground, she had already changed back into an elven beauty with a prominent front and a perky rear.

Lisha, in the front-row seat, turned around to greet her: "Auntie Lan Dai, long time no see."

"Oh, Lisha, long time no see, you've gotten even prettier," Kelandail exclaimed in surprise.

Good lord, a single sentence struck right into Lisha's heart; she beamed with joy, her hair almost splitting from laughter: "Not at all, you've gotten prettier too. It might be because of the Brightening Lotion—let me tell you, this Brightening Lot…"

After only a few words of chatting, Kelandail had already sat down together with Lisha, murmuring about who knows what.

Now it was Estedolia's turn to be unable to close her mouth. Such strong social skills? She herself had been here so long, yet Lisha had never been this intimate with her.

The image on the simulation array had already progressed to its finale, but Lei Ting's voice suddenly turned sorrowful: "Saltwater Magic Rice was Chunfeng Da De's lifelong wish. To fulfill this wish, he trekked over mountains and rivers, measuring every inch of land with his footsteps, trying to find suitable hybrid plants. Unfortunately, he was unable to fulfill this wish—he fell on the road in pursuit of the Magic Rice."

"Ah? Chunfeng Da De is dead?"

"No way? Heavens, how could this be?"

"Impossible, it's fake, it's fake."

The venue suddenly erupted in an uproar; everyone was shocked by this news and found it hard to accept for the moment.

"Today, the Salted Fish Team has brought us Saltwater Magic Rice, hybridized from Magic Rice as the mother plant with saltwater grain plants. Its arrival has not only fulfilled Chunfeng Da De's lifelong wish, but also broken through the highest record of the Grain Seed Grand Competition in one fell swoop. Please look at the bar chart."

Just as Lei Ting said this, the image data simulation was completed, and a brand-new bar chart surpassed all the other bars, appearing in the array. At the top of the bar was a particularly eye-catching number—one thousand five hundred and twelve catties.

"A new high-yield variety has appeared; it is the Saltwater Magic Rice brought to us by the Salted Fish Team. Now, I announce that the winner of this year's Grain Seed Grand Competition is—the Salted Fish Team!"

Along with Lei Ting's roar, a burst of crackling electric light suddenly exploded in the venue, producing an incomparably dazzling light effect.

"I object!" An even louder voice resounded throughout the entire venue, even suppressing the dazzling light effect: "I have reasonable doubts about the result. I, Dubinchi, apply for a simulation duel!"

Kwabada! Kwabada! A simulation duel? How many years had it been since a simulation duel had appeared? Heavens, too exciting, too dramatic—one could actually witness the legendary simulation duel?

The entire venue erupted in an uproar once again. Some viewers who had endured another session through sheer willpower were once again faced with a difficult choice—to hold it in and keep watching, or to let it loose in their pants and keep watching?

PS: Huh, it's dawn. That sun is being lazy.