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"If he can defeat Merck, no matter how much it costs, even if he is from Mingde Hall, the teacher will recruit him."
Merck also said: "Hehe, although he may be a seventh-level soul mentor, I have the blessing of the Dark Azure Dragon. In addition, I can use my martial soul and soul skills in this round of competition, so I may not lose to him."
Dark Azure Dragon is the name of the knife in his hand that carries the list.
Huo Yuhao replied calmly, “Got it.”
He Caitou's outstanding performance in the previous competition was enough to drive Minglei Douluo crazy. A seventh-level soul master who might be in his early twenties, with a little training, would definitely become the youngest ninth-level soul master on the continent.
A staff member came in and said: "The game is about to start, please be ready, distinguished guests."
The six people stood up at the same time and went to the golden hall.
In the magnificent golden hall, there were far more people sitting today than in the previous rounds, and the place was bustling with noise.
The competitions in the other two major underground forces' competition areas have ended, and all these nobles have flowed into the only remaining Xishui League competition area, bringing with it a rich gambling pool.
In the central VIP room above the Golden Hall, Deputy Sect Leader Feng Ling, Second Elder Nangong Wan, Third Elder Ming Lei Douluo and others were listening to a report from a man in a white robe.
"Deputy leader, I saw with my own eyes that the Golden Dragon Saint appeared in the Ordinary League competition area and advanced to the top three. She will represent the Ordinary League in the finals in the Western Suburbs."
The deputy leader did not show any joy, but frowned and asked, "Are you sure her martial spirit is a dragon martial spirit?"
“I dare to conclude that it is because when she releases her martial soul, a special kind of dragon power will emanate from her body. This dragon power is extremely similar to the Dark Holy Dragon of the great priest, even…” The man in white robe paused.
Feng Ling raised her eyebrows: "Even what?"
“Maybe even stronger than the chief priest.” The man in white robe could not hide the joy in his eyes.
Feng Ling then smiled sinisterly from under her veil and asked, "Then do you know what kind of holy power the Golden Dragon Saint possesses?"
"Replying to the deputy leader, it is the holy power that devours life." The white-robed man said, "I can feel it clearly. She can devour the life force of others to improve her own cultivation."
"But unfortunately, I was discovered by the Ordinary Alliance during my observation. In order not to alert them, I did not bring back the Golden Dragon Saint and left quickly. Fortunately, Shangguan Weier should not have discovered the Saint's ability."
Nangong Wan nodded and said, "You are right. Although the Ordinary Alliance is not to be feared, Shangguan Wei'er is quite capable. There is no need to provoke her for now. After the finals of the Soul Instructor Competition, there will be plenty of time to deal with her."
The white-robed man continued, "I have informed the leader of this matter. The leader has ordered us to bring back the Golden Dragon Saint Girl."
Feng Ling nodded and said, "I understand. I will definitely take care of this matter."
She turned to the third elder and said, "Third elder, what do you think of number 88?"
The third elder said, "I have already made the arrangements. I will let Merck compete with him later."
"Okay, then I'll just wait for the good news."
In the center of the Golden Hall, the handsome host, wearing a shining golden dress, said in a loud voice: "Dear guests, hello, the competition is about to begin. Please invite the six contestants to enter."
As soon as the words fell, the audience in the Golden Hall became excited.
"The first contestant is Soul Master No. 37. He has defeated several powerful opponents in the competition. He is good at making clever attacking soul guides and is evaluated as a fifth-level soul master."
"The second one is Soul Master No. 85. He is good at making long-range soul guides with long-lasting battery life. I don't know where his limit is. He is also evaluated as a Level 5 Soul Master."
The host introduced the six contestants one by one. This information was very important to the gamblers in the audience.
The two contestants smiled and nodded to the audience. It was natural for them to be a little proud of themselves for having made it to the top six.
When it was the turn of the third contestant, He Caitou, the host's voice suddenly became louder: "The third contestant is our Soul Master No. 88. He is good at making all kinds of powerful Soul Guide Cannons. In the previous competitions, without exception, he defeated his opponents with just one strike."
“We assess it as…”
At this point, the host deliberately paused, pursed his lips and looked around waiting for the audience's reaction.
It was not until some audience members began to complain impatiently that he continued to speak: "Seventh-level soul mentor!"
A single stone caused a thousand ripples. The golden hall that accommodated thousands of people first fell into a brief silence, and then suddenly exploded.
A seventh-level soul master! And a seventh-level soul master under the age of thirty!
No, judging from his appearance, he should be around twenty years old.
Such a talented person's name should have spread throughout Mingdu long ago.
Most of those present were nobles, well-informed and began to communicate and discuss with each other.
One of the nobles pointed at He Caitou and speculated: "A level 7 soul guide of this age, could he be the grandson of the head of Hongchen Hall, Xiao Hongchen?"
Someone next to him immediately refuted him: "How is that possible? I have seen Xiao Hongchen before, and he was not as tall and strong as him."
Looking at the noisy crowd below the stage, the host was extremely satisfied, and the emotions of the entire audience were aroused.
He Caitou looked at the audience with indifference, and no emotion could be seen on his disguised face.
In the audience, there might be royal disciples and nobles of all sizes who had once received kindness from his father.
Emperors may change, but the nobles remain the nobles.
Perhaps in a sense, hereditary aristocracy is much more comfortable than the high-risk profession of emperor.
The two contestants from before were completely stunned and looked at He Caitou with disbelief.
The two of them swallowed their saliva at the same time and could only hope that they would not be drawn to be opponents with He Cai Tou next time.
The host continued to introduce: "The fourth one is Soul Master No. 96. He not only possesses extremely powerful strength, but also possesses a carving knife that looks like a ranking carving knife. We assess him as a sixth-level soul master, but we believe his strength is far more than that."
"The fifth one is Soul Master No. 98. He may also possess a ranking knife and is evaluated as a level 6 Soul Master."
This statement caused another uproar.
The nobles present were all prominent figures, some of them were powerful soul masters, and they knew very well what a ranking engraving knife meant.
"The last one is Soul Master No. 99. He doesn't have a fixed production style. He produces completely different types of soul guides for each game. He can be called an all-rounder. He is assessed to be a level 6 soul master."
There was nothing eye-catching about Huo Yuhao's introduction, and everyone's attention was focused on He Caitou and the two owners of the ranking engraving knives.
After the introduction, the first two contestants looked pale. They were only level five and there was no way they could be a match for the other four.
"The following is the lottery session. While waiting for the lottery results, distinguished guests can also place their bets."
A large amount of gambling money was placed on He Caitou, causing his odds to drop again and again.
The method of drawing lots is very simple. There are six small balls with numbers written on them in a crystal ball. As the crystal ball slowly rotates, the small balls are sucked out one by one.
"Number thirty-seven, against number ninety-nine, first division."
"Number 85, against number 96, second division."
"Number 88, vs. Number 98, Division 3."
Huo Yuhao was not looking forward to the result of the draw. The seemingly random draw was actually already decided.
Number 37 and number 85 showed a trace of helplessness on their faces and headed to their own competition area. They had already given up hope of winning.
"We have a quarter of an hour to place bets for you, please take your seats."
Huo Yuhao took one last look at He Caitou and headed towards his own competition area.
He Caitou came to the third competition area with an indifferent look on his face, stood in front of the laboratory table, and glanced at the shelves full of rare metals.
A sinister laugh came from another table not far away: "Hehe, I really want to try and see how far I am from becoming a seventh-level soul mentor."
He Caitou frowned and gave him a sharp look.
Even Merck felt a little uncomfortable with this murderous look: "Haha, don't be so nervous, maybe we will become brothers soon."
He Caitou asked coldly: "You are from Xishui League, right?"
Mo Ke didn't expect that He Cai Tou had already guessed his identity. He nodded and asked, "That's right. I wonder if this brother is interested in joining our Xishui League?"
He Caitou did not answer, with a cold murderous intent brewing in his heart.
"The competition begins." The chief referee just interrupted their conversation. The two stopped chatting and started making soul guides.
He Caitou quickly took a few pieces of metal, but didn't rush to engrave them. Instead, he took out a few cigars from his hand and put them in his mouth. He took two puffs before starting to engrave.
Merck also gradually focused his attention. The dark green dragon in his hand danced quickly, emitting a faint green light and injecting a trace of unique soul power into the core magic circle.
The final will last for several hours in total. The rules do not limit the number of soul guides, and any number of soul guides can be made for use in the next competition.
The subsequent competitions were even more brutal. Except for not being able to use soul guides brought from the outside world, the use of martial souls, soul skills, and any other abilities were allowed.
No matter life or death.
In the central VIP room, Deputy Sect Leader Feng Ling asked, "Old Third, do you think your disciple can be a match for No. 88?"
The third elder shook his head: "Although Merck is talented, he is arrogant. He has failed many times before when he tried to break through to the seventh-level soul guide without enough cultivation. This is a good opportunity to let him understand that there is always someone better. It won't be a bad thing for him in the future."
In the first competition area, Huo Yuhao quickly made the soul guide he needed. There was still plenty of time, but he did not continue making it. Instead, he observed his surroundings.
In fact, he made the soul guide just to deal with the referee. According to the rules, he can use any ability. He doesn't even need to use the soul guide. A soul shock can send the opponent off the stage.
No, maybe even soul shock won’t be useful.
Looking at No. 37, whose face was full of giving up, Huo Yuhao shrugged helplessly and started mental detection to check on He Caitou's situation.
The soul guide made by He Caitou was very special, so special that even Huo Yuhao couldn't recognize it at first glance.
The rare metal was cut into "needle" shapes by the carving knife, thin and long sticks with a diameter of less than one centimeter. Then, on the outer surface of the "needles" where there was not much space, He Caitou was carving with the carving knife.
“What kind of soul guide is this?” Even the knowledgeable Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment.
The surface area of the "needle" is very small and has a curve, so it is difficult for ordinary people to write on it with a pen. However, it is on such a "needle" that He Caitou engraved several core magic arrays.
"Charging array, accelerating array...what does he want to do? Could it be a bullet? But the launcher hasn't been made yet?"
Huo Yuhao thought for a while before he suddenly realized what He Caitou was intending.
This should be a soul-guided hidden weapon that He Caitou created by combining the unique skills of the Tang Sect. Compared with the common soul-guided rays and soul-guided cannons, it has less destructive power, but is more secretive, and its actual lethality may not be inferior.
Such a small "needle" is a fifth-level soul guide device, but He Caitou completed one very quickly and took the materials to repeat the process.
It is not easy to dodge an open attack, and it is even harder to guard against an arrow from the dark.
Even Huo Yuhao couldn't help but feel a little admiration for He Caitou's innovative ability.
"Why is that human here?" At this moment, Bingdi's somewhat surprised voice came into my mind.
“That human? Who?” Huo Yuhao frowned and counted his spiritual detections.
There were several thousand people in the golden hall, and the fluctuations of their soul power were very chaotic. He didn't know who Bingdi was referring to, nor did he know who would surprise her.
Tian Meng reminded: "Yuhao, look at the person in golden clothes in front of you on the right."
She used her mental power to tap on Huo Yuhao's brain.
Huo Yuhao had some impression of this kind of clothing. Most of the people wearing clothing with that kind of pattern were in the palace, but they did not have royal blood. Most of them were confidants of direct descendants of the royal family, so their status was not low.