As the host Ajin's voice fell, the atmosphere in the Golden Hall was instantly ignited.

In the auditorium, the crowd became as agitated as boiling water, with deafening cheers, whistles, applause, and even all kinds of strange musical instruments interweaving together, almost overturning the dome of the entire hall.

They waved the bills in their hands, which not only represented their enthusiasm for the game, but also represented the huge bets they placed.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation, hoping that the soul guide they bet on would win in the end and bring them rich rewards.

Ah Jin smiled and looked around the room, then stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet. The noisy voices gradually died down, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for his speech.

"First, let me introduce to you all the distinguished guests the powerful soul masters who will be participating in the final six battles today."

Ajin's voice was clear and powerful, spreading to every corner of the hall.

“I want to emphasize here that both the information we released about these six players before the game and the analysis I conducted immediately were based on their performance in previous games.

We in Xishui League have never asked the respected soul guide what level he is at or what abilities he has. Because this is something they are taboo about. "

He paused, and glanced at the people in the audience, taking in their expectant expressions.

"Next, please welcome the first of the top six contestants, Soul Master No. 37!"

Ah Jin's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of excitement. As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in black clothes walked out of the corridor at the back of the hall that connected to the competition stage with steady steps.

He walked lightly, but with an invisible sense of oppression that made it impossible to ignore his presence.

In just three or two steps, he had already stepped onto the stage and stood next to Ajin.

He nodded slightly to the audience, then stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, waiting for Ajin's introduction.

“Our Soul Master No. 37 has defeated several powerful opponents.

Even in the last round of the competition, he made a powerful and rare fifth-level soul guide. We evaluate him as a fifth-level soul guide. He is good at making various smart attack soul guides. "

There was undisguised admiration in Ajin's voice.

Second, let us invite Soul Master No. 85 to come on stage!"

Following Ajin's voice, another young man walked out of the corridor.

Unlike the calm No. 37, the soul master No. 85 seemed a little frivolous. As he walked onto the stage, he blew kisses to the audience, attracting waves of whistles and screams.

He walked quickly to Soul Master No. 37 and winked at him, as if to provoke him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these two are the weakest among today’s top six, and they also have the highest odds.

The emcee's voice was loud and passionate, echoing throughout the entire competition venue: "Third place, let us invite Soul Master No. 66 to the stage, and please ask our staff to lead the way!"

The spotlight turned to one side of the competition stage as the host spoke. Two uniformed staff members, smiling, led a tall young man up the stairs.

Han Yu walked steadily onto the competition stage at the signal of the staff and came to the front. Thunderous applause and cheers immediately rang out from the audience.

The emcee came to him, nodded to Han Yu, then turned to the audience with a professional smile on his face:

"Our respected Soul Master No. 66 has made great progress in the previous competitions, and has been unstoppable all the way!"

He paused, his eyes swept across the audience, and his tone was a little mysterious: "We still haven't seen his true strength, and our assessment of him can only be temporarily classified as a fifth-level soul guide."

“But from his calm and composed performance, we seem to be able to vaguely see his powerful and mysterious potential. Perhaps, he will become a dark horse in this competition. Let us wait and see!”

The emcee's words once again sparked warm applause.

After a brief introduction, the MC turned to the other side and announced loudly: "For the fourth guest, let us invite Soul Master No. 88! A mysterious and powerful man with a sturdy figure who always wears a mask!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall masked man jumped onto the stage. The heavy footsteps seemed to knock on everyone's heart. He strode to Han Yu and stood beside him, exuding a cold aura that kept strangers away.

"Soul Master No. 88 has demonstrated powerful strength in previous competitions. We assess him to be between a level five and level six soul master. He is like a mystery, hard to figure out." The host's tone was filled with curiosity.

"In fact, I really want to know why he always wears a mask. Maybe he is a famous soul guide from the empire that we are all familiar with." The host said half-jokingly, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"I personally have high hopes for this respected Soul Master No. 88. I believe he will bring us more surprises in the next competition!"

However, the big man turned a deaf ear to the host's words and remained silent from beginning to end. He folded his hands across his chest and glanced coldly around under the mask, as if he was indifferent to everything.

"Okay, next, let us invite the fifth soul master, number ninety-eight!" The host's voice sounded again, drawing everyone's attention back to the competition stage.

"Respected Soul Master No. 98, he possesses extremely powerful strength, and the carving knife in his hand is extremely sharp. We have always suspected that it is one of the carving knives on the list!" The host's tone was full of awe.

"His strength is assessed as a level six soul master, but we are almost certain that he possesses strength far beyond level six and is a top-notch expert who is hiding his true strength!"

"I guess the first four people wouldn't be too willing to draw him when they draw lots, because he is definitely an extremely difficult opponent!"

The host's words caused a stir among the audience. Everyone was full of curiosity and expectations about this Soul Master No. 98.

"The last person to appear is our Soul Master No. 96!" The host's voice sounded again, attracting everyone's attention.

"Like Soul Master No. 98, we also rated him as Level 6. He also possesses a sharp carving knife that is suspected to be a ranking carving knife."

"It should be noted that we have already announced that since we have the highest evaluations for the two powerful soul masters No. 96 and No. 98, they will not meet in the draw for the top six today."

The emcee emphasized this point.

"To ensure that our Xishui League can have the strongest lineup to participate in the three-way finals later." "Now, the draw begins!"

The master of ceremonies, Ajin, had a loud and powerful voice that echoed in the hall. He held a golden hammer high in his right hand and slammed it hard on a bronze gong beside him.

With a "clang" sound, the crisp sound of a gong resounded throughout the hall, announcing the official start of the drawing ceremony.

"The drawing of lots begins," the emcee Ajin repeated, and at the same time he put the hammer aside, turned around, and faced the crowd. His eyes swept over everyone present, and finally stopped at the soul guide number 98.

Soul Master No. 98 noticed the MC's gaze, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile. He deliberately cast his gaze towards Han Yu, and his eyes seemed to say:
"Pray, kid, I hope your luck isn't too bad."

His lips trembled slightly. Although no sound came out, it was clear from the shape of his mouth that he was saying, "Pray."

Han Yu noticed the provocative look from No. 98, but he showed no fear. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

Yes, I should pray, pray that you don't pick me. He thought to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The method of drawing lots is very simple. A huge crystal ball is placed in the center of the stage, crystal clear and reflecting dazzling light.

Inside the crystal ball, six small balls of different colors were rolling slowly, each with a small magnet embedded in it. In three areas inside the crystal ball, two magnets were fixed respectively, emitting a faint blue light, as if waiting for prey to take the bait.

When the crystal ball rotates, the magnet inside the ball will attract the magnets in the area and eventually be sucked together.

The small balls that are attracted to the same area mean that their corresponding soul mentors will meet in today's game and become opponents.

At this time, the two balls, No. 96 and No. 98, have been attracted to the magnets in two areas respectively, which means that they will never meet in today's game.

The other four small balls are still rolling slowly at the bottom of the crystal ball, waiting for fate to decide.

"Okay, now let me open today's lottery crystal and begin!" The emcee Ajin walked to the crystal ball and reached out to press a red button below the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a soft white light lit up inside the crystal ball, and the originally still crystal ball began to rotate slowly, getting faster and faster, making a slight "buzzing" sound.

As the crystal ball rotated, the small ball that was originally rolling at the bottom was gradually thrown up, spinning rapidly inside the crystal ball, twinkling like stars. Only the three places with grooved magnets remained motionless, quietly waiting for the arrival of the small ball.

Soon, the first small ball was sucked out. It drew a graceful arc in the air and landed precisely in the only empty area among the three areas, and was firmly attracted by the magnet.

"Okay, District 3, No. 88!" The MC Ajin's voice sounded again, "I have to say, you are lucky, the mysterious Soul Master No. 88.

You didn't encounter two powerful soul masters who we assessed as level six."

Following the host's voice, a burly man walked out of the crowd with a hint of excitement and excitement on his face, and walked straight to the third area.

The gaze of the soul master number 98 fell on Han Yu again, and the contempt in his eyes became stronger, as if to say:

"Your luck is not very good. The chance of running into us is much higher."

At this moment, with a whoosh, another small ball was sucked up. This time, it was sucked into the area where No. 96 was, and it was tightly attached to the small ball representing Soul Master No. 96.

"Number thirty-seven! Against number ninety-six! First area!" the emcee Ajin announced loudly.

Number 37 stood there dejectedly, his hands hanging limply, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

He murmured to himself in a low voice, his tone full of despair: "How could this happen... How could this happen..."

He raised his head and looked ahead with empty eyes. The figures of the big man and No. 96 kept replaying in his mind. These two powerful opponents made him feel suffocated and desperate.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of these negative emotions from his mind, but it was all in vain.

"Okay, the fifth one is out. Number 66, against. Number 98, second area." The host's loud voice echoed in the golden hall, pulling Number 37 back from his desperate thoughts.

When Han Yu heard his own number, his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously raised his head and his eyes met number ninety-eight.

A ferocious smile appeared on No. 98's face. It was a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, as if a ferocious beast had locked onto its prey.

Seeing the helplessness on Han Yu's face, No. 98 laughed even more wildly. He deliberately walked in front of Han Yu and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Boy, you're dead! I'll make you regret coming into this world!"

The last draw spot was announced, No. 85 versus No. 88, in the third zone.

When the big man heard his opponent, a scornful smile appeared on his face. He didn't even look at who his opponent was. He just spat with disdain, as if his opponent was just an ant that could be crushed at will.

"Okay, the draw is over. Now, we have a quarter of an hour to place bets for the distinguished guests present. Only the distinguished guests present can enjoy this treatment.

Opportunities are rare and will never come back. The quarter-hour countdown begins.

Please also ask the three pairs of soul mentors participating in the competition to take their positions.

The next five hours will be hard for you, but the final winner will be able to obtain the rare metals prepared for you in the center of the competition stage.

The value of these rare metals is difficult to estimate.

Because they are not available on the market. Fifty-four kinds per person, five kilograms each. "The host's voice sounded again, announcing that the competition was about to begin.

The Golden Hall suddenly became noisy, and spectators flocked to the betting points, hoping to seize the opportunity at this last moment.

Thirty-six makeshift betting points were crowded with people, who were shouting and waving their chips, trying to attract the attention of the staff.

The air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere, mixed with the smell of various perfumes and sweat, making people feel a little breathless. (End of this chapter)