Moreover, Han Yu didn’t even know who his opponent was, yet he made such a big bet.

Moreover, placing bets before the game starts will minimize the impact on the odds.

Not only confident, but also very methodical.

Han Yu noticed Chen An's expression, smiled calmly, and said, "Why, are you afraid that I will lose?"

Chen An quickly shook his head and said respectfully: "I dare not, I just admire your courage."

Han Yu smiled, without comment, and said: "This young master likes this feeling, you will get used to it in the future. Come on, let's go in."

Han Yu's number is sixty-six. Chen An told him that his opponent today is a soul master number forty-eight.

Judging from the results of previous competitions, he should be an excellent fourth-level soul engineer, and may be on the verge of reaching the fifth level.

Entering the VIP lounge, Han Yu found a seat and sat down at random, waiting for the game to begin.

Not far from him, two people were whispering something. When they saw Han Yu coming, they looked at each other. One of them stood up and nodded to the one who was sitting, then walked towards Han Yu.

There was a sign on his chest that read No. 96, while the person sitting there was No. 98.

Chen An sent Han Yu here and went out. After all, he still had a lot of things to do.

Han Yu picked up a glass of juice and took a sip when No. 96 came over.

"Hello, friend. Can we chat?"

Number Ninety-Six bowed slightly and greeted Han Yu politely.

Han Yu smiled and nodded, making a gesture of invitation: "Please sit down."

Number 96 sat down on the sofa next to him and asked naturally, "May I ask..."

"Number sixty-six." Han Yu smiled indifferently and interrupted number ninety-six.

No. 96 was stunned for a moment, then realized that Han Yu didn't want to reveal his name.

His eyes sparkled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just smiled and said, "Number 66, nice to meet you. My name is number 96."

"Hello." Han Yu nodded slightly as a greeting.

"No. 66, are you also here to participate in the Soul Instructor Competition?" asked No. 96.

"Of course." Han Yu replied calmly.

"So what do you think of today's game?" No. 96 continued to ask, seeming very interested in Han Yu.

A gleam of excitement flashed in Han Yu's eyes.

"It's quite interesting. Who says that we soul guides can't fight back? I think it's great to fight back with soul guides made by ourselves."

Number 96 laughed and said, "I think it's a good idea too. It seems that we have the same aspirations."

"Oh?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at No. 96 with interest.

"I just looked at the draw, and we won't meet in this round." No. 96 explained.

"It doesn't matter if we meet. I will definitely win." Han Yu's eyes suddenly became sharp and his tone was full of confidence.

"Really? We'll have to wait and see." No. 96 smiled indifferently, stood up, turned and walked towards No. 98.

There was also a hint of disdain on his face.

He thought his temptation was enough for a proud young man in a wheelchair.

Han Yu curled her lips and didn't even look at the two of them.

Want to test me?

Then you can try it slowly.

"Dear guests, the competition is about to begin."

The staff came in to inform.

No. 96 and No. 98 stood up at the same time. This time they did not give in, but took the lead and strode out.

Han Yu snorted coldly behind the two of them, revealing his dissatisfaction.

A sharp light flashed in No. 98's eyes, and he was about to have an attack, but No. 96 caught him and pulled him towards the golden hall.

The Golden Hall was filled with the sound of bustling voices and noisy noises. Today's atmosphere was more lively than ever.

Han Yu took a deep breath, the metallic smell mixed with a faint smell of sweat refreshed him.

Looking up, forty-eight soul guide production tables were arranged in a circle on the central circular platform, reflecting a cold light under the lighting.

These production tables were finally put to good use today and were large enough to accommodate all the contestants who qualified.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and released mental detection. His perception spread out in all directions like a tide, bringing the entire hall under control.

High up, the suspended VIP areas were already full, and among the well-dressed people, every pair of eyes was fixed on the competition venue.

Below, the ordinary area of ​​the Golden Hall was also crowded with people, and the audience was looking forward to this peak showdown between soul masters.

Scanning the audience seats, Han Yu noticed some new changes behind the stage:
A rectangular platform was suspended five meters above the ground by dozens of thick steel cables. It was almost as long as the entire hall, but only about five meters wide. The platform was made entirely of metal, shining with a cold luster under the lights.

"It seems that is the venue for our competition this time."

Han Yu thought to himself that limiting the area to a long and narrow platform was obviously to compress the activity space, minimize the players' dodging and maneuvering during the game, and lead the battle into a pure soul guide device showdown.

Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this special competition venue will have a huge impact on the soul master's tactical choices and on-the-spot performance.

Soon, under the guidance of the staff, Han Yu stepped onto the competition stage, and his eyes met Yuan Gungun who was cheering for him in the corner.

This time, forty-eight soul guide production tables were placed opposite each other, and the opponent opposite each soul guide was the opponent decided by the draw in this round.

As for the rules and process of the draw, the Xishui League, the organizer of the competition, was very secretive and did not make any explanation. This is the consistent style of underground forces in hosting competitions - do it casually and without explaining to anyone.

Han Yu's gaze fell on his opponent, No. 48, a young man who looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

Although he is said to be a young man, he is more like a weathered middle-aged man. His appearance can be described as "unsightly": a sunken nose, small eyes, messy hair that is dry and yellow, and there is even a piece missing in the middle of the top of the head, revealing a scalp that makes one's scalp numb.

However, on such an unforgettable ugly face, there are a pair of bright eyes, which are full of enthusiasm and persistence for the production of soul guides.

He ignored Han Yu who was already in position on the opposite side, but stared intently at the various rare metals placed on the competition stage, as if those cold blocks of metal were priceless treasures in his eyes.

There is a three-layer storage grid on all soul guide production tables, and each layer is filled with various metals. They are the raw materials for this game and the cornerstones of their victory.

The first layer is conventional metal.

The top two layers are made of rare metals.

There are as many as thirty-two rare metals alone.

Such rich preparations are enough to make even a seventh-level soul guide.

Xishui League wanted to test the abilities of these soul mentors.

It can be considered quite generous. Don't forget that the soul guide device produced belongs to the soul guide himself.

Just forty-eight pieces of this rare metal are extremely valuable.

At this moment, in front of the competition stage, three small circular platforms slowly rose, with an old man standing on each platform.

The platform continued to rise until it was about one meter higher than the competition stage and then stopped.

The old man standing in the center said in a deep voice: "Hello, soul mentors and guests.

I am the referee of this game.

The game is about to start.

The timer will start when I announce the start of the race.

The time limit is two hours.

Within two hours, all soul guides can make any soul guide device you can.

You have only one goal, and that is to defeat your opponent.

The winner advances."

When he finished saying this.

All the participating soul masters raised their heads at the same time and looked at their opponents.

Starting from this round, the rewards for winning the game become very generous.

Han Yu had already known about it from Chen An.

The winner of this competition will be rewarded with thirty-two rare metals, two kilograms each.

That is to say, it is the same as the things on their competition stage.

For soul masters, a full range of rare metals is definitely more attractive than gold soul coins.

It is said that the winner of the next round will get five kilograms, and the types of rare metals will increase to forty-eight.

A large part of these rare metals are embargoed by the Sun and Moon Empire, and their value is inestimable.

Opposite Han Yu, the soul master with messy yellow hair slowly raised his head.

He grinned, revealing a row of yellowed buck teeth, jagged and uneven, like weathered bricks in a city wall.

"Hello brother, my name is Gao Dalou. Come on, let's have a good fight."

His words with a strong accent echoed in Han Yu's ears. Han Yu held back her smile. This Gao Dalou, as his name suggests, is really "tall"! Gao Dalou is thin and small, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind. He is really far from the word "tall".

Han Yu tried hard not to laugh out loud. This tall building was indeed very unique!

However, Gao Dalou's eyes were unusually firm, and he stared at Han Yu with burning gaze, as if a flame was burning.

Han Yu admired his persistent gaze.

He is definitely not the type to judge people by appearance, especially during a game.

He knew that it would not be an easy task to defeat his opponent today without revealing his absolute strength.

"Contestants, get ready."

The chief referee's loud voice sounded like thunder, pulling Han Yu back from his thoughts.

Gao Dalou immediately lowered his head upon hearing the voice, and his eyes became sharp. He stared at a piece of rare metal that he had already figured out like a hawk.

Han Yu seemed much more relaxed. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking calm and not seeming to be in a hurry at all.

"Game begins. Raise the sound shields."

The chief referee shouted loudly, and the twelve hourglasses placed in a conspicuous position were turned over by the waiter at the same time.

Fine sand slowly leaks out from the top of the hourglass. When all the sand in the hourglass has leaked out, the competition time is over.

Today, the soul masters are all competing on the competition stage, and the soundproof shield can finally be raised, no longer prohibiting the audience from making any noise.

This is also an important reason why so many people came today. The audience suddenly started buzzing with discussion, and the crowds were bustling and lively.

All soul engineers became busy at the first moment. They took out various metals from the soul guides and prepared to start making soul guides.

Gao Dalou quickly extended his right hand, and a piece of rare metal that was as black as ink but dotted with silver stars fell into his palm. The metal was cold to the touch, with a hint of the unique touch of metal.

There was a fascinated light in his eyes, and his hands gently stroked the rare metal as if he was caressing the skin of a beautiful woman, as if he was feeling the powerful energy contained within it.

Han Yu seemed quite interested in him. He waved his right hand towards the rare metal on the side of the soul guide production table, and suddenly a piece of rare metal weighing one kilogram and dark red in color flew towards him.

As soon as this piece of rare metal flew over, a hot breath hit his face.

This is Yanyang Iron.

A very rare metal that is only found deep in volcanoes. Among the 32 rare metals, it ranks in the top five in value.

Today, Xishui League provided so many rare metals, and Chen An was no longer the chief referee. In order not to make himself too obvious, Han Yu naturally made the soul guide according to the rules.

So, when making a soul guide.

He chose some precious and rare metals.

The soul guide made in this way is effective and can be taken away.

The situation of the man opposite was almost the same. He had Star Silver Steel in his hand, which was ranked first in value among the 32 rare metals.

This rare metal has an extremely high density and a strong affinity for soul power.

Any soul power injected into it can release more than twice the original soul power through it.

It is the best material for making energy-gathering arrays.

A kilogram like this is worth at least 100,000 gold soul coins if placed outside.

Otherwise, why does Han Yu feel that the Xishui Alliance has spent a lot of money this time?

Of course, for Mingdu, which now has at least tens of millions of people gambling, these are just small amounts of money.

Han Yu looked at Building No. 48 with a fascinated look on his face and thought to himself.

Has this person never seen Star Silver Steel before?
This is the first time I see it, so I am so obsessed with it.

He did not stroke the tall building for too long. After about a minute, his originally careless expression gradually faded, replaced by a hint of caution.

He took a deep breath, as if adjusting himself, and then carefully fixed the Star Silver Steel on the workbench in front of him.

The star-silver steel exudes a cold metallic luster, reflecting the tall building's focused expression.

He slowly raised his right hand and touched his waist. With a slight sound of metal friction, a carving knife slid into his palm.

The carving knife looked completely black and inconspicuous, just like a piece of ordinary charcoal. (End of this chapter)