"What about the speed? Did you get it down?" Philip, having come back to his senses, disregarded his disheveled appearance and hastily asked.
"It took 30 seconds to cover the 600 meters from start to finish," an alchemist, looking at the magic clock in his hand, hesitantly added.
As for the second half, due to the sudden loss of control that caused the vehicle to fall apart, Philip was thrown out, and he hadn't had the chance to record it.
"The speed for the latter half was roughly 90 kilometers per hour," Lynn remarked with a sigh, having calculated it through the data in his smart brain.
Hearing this number, everyone present was indescribably astonished; it was not simply a matter of being fast—it was as if it was flying!
"Is this the power of the alchemical combustion engine?" Albert murmured to himself, and even with their limited understanding of alchemy, they knew what such speed signified.