Number 98 walked up to Han Yu. He looked down at Han Yu with a smug smile of a winner on his face and said:
"Boy, you are dead. Surrendering now is your only chance to survive."

Number Ninety-Eight's voice was full of threats and sarcasm. He paused deliberately, then burst into laughter, which was full of malice and pleasure.

"It's called man does what he does, God sees what he does. I let you be so arrogant, and as expected, you got picked by me. Hahahaha."

Han Yu raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, with a hint of amusement on his lips, and asked back: "Am I as arrogant as you? Number 98, are you so sure that you can beat me?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Hearing this, No. 98 snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "If I can't even beat you, humph."

He deliberately didn't finish his words, but the contempt in his tone was self-evident.

Seeing this, Han Yu smiled instead of getting angry and suggested, “Why don’t we make a bet?

This competition originally existed for gambling.”

As he spoke, he habitually rubbed the ring on his right index finger, and his tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was just chatting.

A trace of doubt flashed in No. 98's eyes. He looked Han Yu up and down and asked, "Boy, you still dare to bet with me? What are you betting on?"

Han Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and slowly said: "Let's bet on your carving knife. If you lose, the carving knife belongs to me.

I don't want your life either. Look, I'm so easy to talk to, so gentle, and so generous." As he spoke, he spread his hands, made a harmless expression, and his tone was full of teasing. "You want my carving knife?"

Number Ninety-Eight frowned and looked at Han Yu's smiling face, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

This guy seems very confident and doesn't seem to be bluffing at all. Could it be that he really has something to rely on?
Although No. 98 was a little nervous, he refused to show weakness and asked in a cold voice, "What are you betting with me?

Unless you also have a ranking engraving knife, you are not qualified to bet with me."

Han Yu shook his head and said calmly: "I don't have a ranking knife, but I have a soul guide, do you think it can do it?"

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom and pulled out a round soul guide from his clothes. This soul guide was dark gold in color, with a smooth surface like a mirror, cold to the touch, and faintly emitting a strange energy fluctuation.

It was the Red Dust Blessing that Jing Hongchen had once given him. Han Yu spread the Red Dust Blessing flat on his palm, walked in front of No. 98, and showed it to him.

We are all soul guides and have a certain ability to identify soul guide devices.

Han Yu simply showed him the core magic circle of Red Dust Protection, then injected a little soul power into it, releasing a trace of Red Dust Protection's aura, and then put the soul guide back into his arms.

The moment No. 98's originally careless eyes came into contact with Hongchen's protection, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was full of disbelief. That is... a micro core array?
The bigger the soul guide, the better it is. Especially for the core magic array, the smaller the soul guide, the easier it is to carry. For example, this Red Dust Blessing is only a few centimeters thick. If the core magic array embedded in it is too large, how can it be worn close to the body?

The same core magic array, when made using micro-carving method, is ten times more difficult than normal production.

Generally speaking, only soul masters above level seven would try to make one. Although he only took a glance just now, No. 98 discovered that there were at least five micro-core arrays exposed by Hongchen Blessing, and each one looked extremely complicated, and was definitely not a test product.

This is at least an eighth-level soul guide!

And the aura is so strong. The value of the miniature core arrays inside alone is difficult to estimate.

Because every high-level soul master has his own special way of making the core magic array.

If one could learn something, it would be a treasure for a mid-level soul engineer.

No. 98 never expected that Han Yu would take out such a precious thing to gamble with him.

Of course, he was also confident that his ranking engraving knife was no less valuable than this soul guide device of level eight or above.

Greed began to stir in his heart, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Yu. Han Yu was also looking at him, his eyes were very calm, and even had a hint of contempt.

Could this be a trap?
He has been playing the pig and eating the tiger, trying to lure me in and win my list carving knife.

Although No. 98 is a little arrogant, he is by no means stupid. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cultivate the soul master to this level before the age of thirty.

After careful consideration, he decided to reject the bet. Even though this would make him lose momentum, it was better than actually losing the list engraving knife that he cherished more than his life.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a detail. Han Yu's fists seemed to be slightly clenched, and his knuckles were slightly bluish-white.

Soul guides all have one thing in common, which is good eyesight.

Otherwise, how can we make sophisticated soul guides?
Number Ninety-Eight's gaze fell on Han Yu's right hand, which was tightly grasping the metal handrail. The bulging veins and white knuckles made him feel doubtful again.

A faint smell of engine oil wafted from the armrest, mixed with the sweat of the people around him, causing him to frown uncomfortably.

"Is this guy just pretending to be so arrogant? If he has no confidence in winning against me and just wants to use this bet to gain an advantage, then that wouldn't be..."

Number Ninety-Eight's mind started to work rapidly, and his eyes began to scan Han Yu intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Yu still maintained his previous standing posture, but No. 98 keenly noticed that his other arm hanging by his side seemed to be trembling slightly. The trembling was very small, and if No. 98 had not been staring at him closely, he would not have been able to detect it at all.

He sneered in his heart, "Keep pretending!" No. 98 continued to observe and found that Han Yu's eyes were a little erratic. Occasionally, a trace of panic and evasion flashed in those deep eyes, and there was a bit of unnaturalness when she looked at him.

"Heh, it seems my guess was correct, this guy was bluffing!"

Number 98 was secretly pleased with himself, but his face remained expressionless. Instead, a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" He deliberately raised his voice, his tone filled with unquestionable firmness.

Han Yu was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect No. 98 to agree so readily. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and said:
"You really want to bet with me? I'm just in need of a handy engraving knife for the list. Thank you very much."

After saying this, he deliberately pretended to be greedy and licked his lips.

Number 98 sneered even more in his heart. He looked at Han Yu with a playful look, as if he had seen through his disguise.

"Are you really confident that you can beat me? I don't think so. Boy, since you want to die, I will grant your wish today." He deliberately emphasized the word "boy" with a hint of contempt and provocation.

"Let's bet! Stop talking nonsense!" Han Yu seemed to be irritated by No. 98's attitude, and his tone became tough.

"If you have the guts, make the bet public and let Xishui League testify for us! Otherwise, what if you lose and cheat?"

"Provocation? It's useless!"

Number Ninety-Eight had already determined in his heart that Han Yu was pretending to be calm. He stared greedily at the soul guide in Han Yu's hand, as if it was already in his pocket.

A sneer flashed across his lips, "Okay, then let Xishui League witness how you lost that soul guide to me! You, come here!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and waved casually at the emcee Ajin who was on the stage not far away.

Ajin was originally standing on the stage sorting out the items for the next round of auction. When he saw the gesture of No. 98, he was frightened and quickly put down what he was holding and ran over.

He was just a host responsible for connecting the show, how could he dare to offend the most honorable soul mentors of the Sun-Moon Empire?

Ah Jin bowed his body slightly, with a flattering smile on his face, and asked respectfully, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

His tone was humble, and his eyes were flattering. Number 98 snorted contemptuously, glanced at Jin with disdain, and slowly said:

"My opponent and I are going to have a bet on who will win this game. You, the Xishui League, will act as a notary to prevent someone from losing."

When Ajin heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw countless gold soul coins waving at him.

As the gold medal emcee of the Golden Hall, he knew too well what the VIP audiences liked to watch. The excitement could obviously better stir up the gambling atmosphere, especially in the current situation where bets were being placed.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, eager to know the details of the bet. In order to prevent No. 98 from changing his mind, he hurriedly asked:

"Sir, what do you and your opponent want to bet on?" Number 98 took out a carving knife with exquisite patterns from his waist and said arrogantly:

"My bet is this carving knife."

Ah Jin took the carving knife and examined it carefully. He found that it was very unusual. The blade was extremely sharp and there was a sparkling gem inlaid on the handle. He could tell at a glance that it was very valuable. He couldn't help but exclaimed:

"What a good knife! What a good knife! What will your opponent use as a bet?"

No. 98 turned to look at Han Yu. Han Yu lowered his head at this time, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, as if hesitating about something.

Number 98 raised his voice and said with a hint of threat, "Number 66, you are not going to regret it, are you?"

Han Yu took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision. He slowly raised his head and said in a firm tone:

"Of course not. My bet is a soul guide."

Hearing the word "soul guide", Ajin's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. He knew that soul guides were rare treasures and priceless. The significance of this gamble was growing.

Ah Jin suppressed his inner excitement and asked Han Yu, "Which soul guide do you want to use as a bet?"

Han Yu did not say anything, but silently took out an ancient-looking soul guide from his arms and handed it to Ajin.

Ajin took the soul guide and observed it carefully. He found that the soul guide was dark gold in color, with complex patterns carved on it and emitting powerful energy fluctuations. It was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary item.

He couldn't help but take a breath and secretly marveled in his heart that this gambling game was becoming more and more interesting.

Ah Jin returned the soul guide to Han Yu, cleared his throat, picked up the loudspeaker soul guide, and said loudly on the stage:

"Dear guests who are placing bets, please wait a moment. There is a small episode that I must tell you to facilitate your judgment."

His voice was loud and passionate, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

“Just now, the two powerful soul masters No. 98 and No. 66, who were about to compete with us, decided to have a two-person bet.

Soul Master No. 98 used his carving knife as a bet. Soul Master No. 66 used a powerful soul guide as a bet. "

As soon as Ajin finished speaking, the entire Golden Hall was in an uproar, and everyone was talking about it. This sudden gambling game added a bit of excitement and suspense to the game.

“We will immediately ask the referee of this match to judge these two items to determine the value of the bet.

Of course, this bet is now complete and neither party can regret it."

After Ajin announced the rules of the gambling game, he handed the loudspeaker soul guide to the chief referee. The chief referee took the loudspeaker soul guide and began to evaluate No. 98's engraving knife and Han Yu's soul guide.

Number 98 snatched the soul amplifier from A Jin's hand and shouted into it:

"My bet is the carving knife, so I will use it in the competition later."

After saying this, he stuffed the loudspeaker soul guide back to Ajin. When he turned around to look at Han Yu, he found that he had lowered his head, and sweat seemed to be dripping from his temples.

"Forget it, this doesn't seem a good idea..." Han Yu said as if talking to himself.

"Forget it? No, it's too late. It's already been announced."

Number 98 had good hearing and heard clearly what Han Yu whispered, and immediately stopped him loudly. At the same time, he felt his heart skip a beat, as if something important was about to be lost.

No. 98 subconsciously tightened the carving knife in his hand, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of the palm of his hand.

At this time, No. 98 felt three powerful soul power fluctuations coming from a distance. He looked up and saw that the three referees sent by Xishui League for this game had already come on stage.

These three referees were different from those in previous matches. This time, the fluctuations of their soul power were deeper and more vast, like a boundless ocean, which made people feel awe.

Yes, the referee has been changed again. Because this is the final top six match, all the referees who came this time are level 7 soul masters. (End of this chapter)