Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 610 The Soul-Devouring Blade as a Bet (9K)

Having a healthy body and living a few more years is something that no amount of power, status, or wealth can compare to!

However, this wonderful feeling only lasted for a few seconds before slowly disappearing as Chen Ping withdrew his hand.

"Work hard, and you will achieve far more than you imagine."

"Let alone taking it to the next level, I have secret pills that can cleanse your body of all the impurities accumulated from the medication and restore your body to perfect health. It just depends on whether you are qualified to receive them."

Seeing Chen Ping place his palm on her head, and instead of being punished, she was encouraged, which made Chen An even more determined to follow Chen Ping.

In an instant, Chen An's eyes were filled with fervor as she looked at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping said calmly, "Nothing is impossible for me. Get back to work and lead the way."

"Yes! Yes! I understand!" Chen An nodded repeatedly and hurriedly led the way.

He had made up his mind that even if it meant taking a risk, he would definitely help Chen Ping get things done.

After all, he had wasted half his life and only encountered Chen Ping, a benefactor who had the ability to change his fate and could truly change it. If he didn't seize the opportunity, he would never have another chance.

He was completely blinded by greed for this business that was so profitable it was practically risk-free and had returns so high they couldn't be measured in value. He was determined to take a huge risk and make a big splash.

With immense excitement, Chen An escorted the two to the VIP lounge in the Golden Hall and then immediately left.

The two of them were clearly a bit late, because all the other players participating in the top six competition had already arrived, especially number 96 and number 98, who were wearing black clothes, and their eyes were looking at him with a rather meaningful gaze.

Huo Yuhao clearly noticed the two men's gazes, but he didn't say anything because he knew that Chen Ping had already set a trap for the two brothers, Ninety-Six and Ninety-Eight, when they first met.

In those matches, he made almost all level-four soul tools. Although he also made level-five soul tools, the technology involved was not very advanced. He even took out a precious carving knife that he had hidden deep inside before he could complete the production.

These created soul tools all carried unique and imaginative innovations. Each soul tool seemed to have a lot of ideas, but they could not hide the low level of the other soul tool master.

Therefore, Chen Ping already had a basic image in their eyes at this point.

The Mingde Hall Soul Master, who comes from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, has an extremely outstanding talent for cultivation. He looks to be only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, but he has the cultivation of a high-level Soul Emperor. However, his Soul Master level is most likely only level five.

This means that if Chen Ping can't produce a single level-six soul tool in this competition, and all the soul tools he produces are level-six, then Chen Ping won't even have the qualification to go up to the Soul Arena for a bloody battle, and will be eliminated on the spot.

Normally, if a contestant insists on going up to the Soul Arena, the judges in charge are willing to give them the opportunity. After all, this is the only way to further ignite the enthusiasm of the gamblers and make it easier to squeeze more money out of them.

To ensure everything went perfectly this time, the two of them invited their level nine soul master to watch the competition and also arranged for a familiar high-level soul master to serve as the referee.

Unless the referee they invited approves, Chen Ping, no matter how high his cultivation level, can only be filled with impotent rage if he cannot create a level six soul tool. He will have no choice but to accept his fate of being directly eliminated.

After all, this is a black market competition. As long as the competition organizers aren't foolish enough to unilaterally favor one side, the audience won't care too much about such minor details. At most, gamblers who bet on Chen Ping might utter a few curses.

That's why, when he saw Chen Ping push open the door and come in, Number Ninety-Eight once again revealed his fake smile.

"Oh, so it's you two. Today's competition is quite difficult, and some people might just be eliminated here. But with your skill level, I'm sure you two won't be eliminated."

To this, Chen Ping simply nodded in deep agreement: "That makes sense. It seems that disciplining you last time wasn't in vain. We have an old saying in our family: 'A sapling won't grow straight if it's not pruned, and a person won't grow up properly if they're not disciplined.' Look, you've been cured. Now you'll say auspicious things to everyone you meet."

Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, Number Ninety-Eight was so angry he almost twisted his nose. Chen Ping was being sarcastic and sarcastic, and Number Ninety-Eight was just waiting for Chen Ping to teach him a lesson again.

His master was right next door as a distinguished guest of honor. If Chen Ping dared to make a move against him at this moment, he could naturally take the opportunity to regain all the face he had lost earlier.

Unfortunately, would Chen Ping not have thought of this? In the previous few matches, this kid looked like a quail, but today he suddenly started trembling. Who would believe that the opponent wasn't prepared?
Before number 98 could say anything, a staff member came to announce that the competition was about to begin.

Upon re-entering the Golden Hall, in this magnificent hall teeming with people, they instantly became the center of attention.

With only six players remaining, the arena in the Golden Hall became much more spacious, divided into three distinct areas.

Each area has two extra-large soul tool crafting stations.

In the center of the competition arena, there were three round tables. Each table was piled high with rare metals, which were the prizes for today's winners.

Chen Ping, Huo Yuhao, and players number 96 and 98 were led to a passageway behind the competition stage, instead of entering through the main entrance of the Golden Hall as usual.

Besides the four of them, there were two other young men, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, who were already waiting there.

Both of them looked very excited; they were also among the final six contestants. According to the information Chen An gave Chen Ping, these were two level-five Soul Masters, considered relatively weak among the six.

The method of drawing lots among them is very simple: a crystal ball contains six small balls, each with a magnet.

Each of the three areas inside the crystal ball is also filled with magnets.

As the crystal ball spins, those that are attracted together will become today's opponents.

At this moment, number 98 held his head high, seemingly having already decided on his opponent. Sure enough, it was as if the underhanded operation had been brought into the open. Soon, number 88, belonging to Chen Ping, collided with the ball belonging to number 98.

"Tsk tsk, what a coincidence," Number Ninety-Eight chuckled slightly. "Number Eighty-Eight, do you really think your trashy level four or five soul tools can beat mine?"

At this moment, Number Ninety-Eight had secretly set a trap for Chen Ping.

He knew, of course, that Chen Ping's brute strength was terrifying, but he wanted to mislead Chen Ping into thinking that he could defeat him in the regional finals where he could use soul skills, even with those low-level soul tools.

Only in this way could he trick Chen Ping into revealing the precious carving knife he was using.

Once the carving knife is handed over to the judge and Chen Ping finishes making the soul tool, the judge can use the excuse that Chen Ping couldn't even make a single level-six soul tool to directly apply for a judgment against Chen Ping. Then, the carving knife in Chen Ping's hand will naturally be his.

In this way, even if Chen Ping has a powerful backer, or even someone on the same level as their master, as the saying goes, "a bet is a bet," Chen Ping will not need to think about taking back the carving knife by suing his parents. He will naturally regain his face.

It must be said that Number Ninety-Eight's plan was indeed meticulously crafted, almost perfectly anticipating Chen Ping's inability to tolerate provocation. It is estimated that he had been rehearsing the plan based entirely on himself during the preparation of this plan.

Chen Ping, of course, wouldn't spoil the fun. He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "With your silver-plated spearhead, a level four or five soul tool would be enough."

Upon hearing this, not only did Number Ninety-Eight's eyes flash with joy, but even Number Ninety-Six, who knew Number Ninety-Eight's plan, had his eyes light up—the fish had taken the bait.

"Pfft."

Number Ninety-Eight laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You're quite confident, aren't you? Well, I'm curious, do you dare to bet with me?"

As he spoke, Number Ninety-Eight took out his Dark Azure Dragon sword: "Young Master Kun, right? Come on, let me see how you have the confidence to beat me, a mere show-off. I'll bet a List Carving Knife."

The next moment, a loud slam rang out as Number Ninety-Eight slammed his Dark Azure Dragon onto the table, instantly sending the host and the surrounding audience into a frenzy.

What could be crazier than using a carving knife as the stake in a competition?

"Ridiculous," Chen Ping scoffed. "You think you can put my Soul-Devouring Blade on the same gambling table as the Dark Azure Dragon, which is ranked at the bottom of the list?"

The next moment, a gray-black carving knife, exuding a strong aura of death and as if it had just been soaked in the soil of death, appeared in Chen Ping's hand. The moment the carving knife appeared, everyone present felt a strong ominous sign.

This is a cursed carving knife!

"Number 88, although I haven't seen your Soul-Devouring Blade, I've heard of it. It's just a cursed carving knife, ranked last on the carving knife list, not even as good as the Dark Azure Dragon. Why can't it be placed on the same gambling table as the Dark Azure Dragon?"

At this moment, Number Ninety-Six, who hadn't spoken until now, interjected. But despite his words, his desire for the Soul-Devouring Blade in Chen Ping's hand was completely undisguised.

"That's because the previous owners of this carving knife were all useless, unable to even remove a simple death curse, while I can do it."

"Once the death curse is removed, the Soul-Devouring Blade will at least break into the top twenty of the carving blade rankings. What right does a bottom-ranked carving blade like the Dark Azure Dragon have to gamble against the Soul-Devouring Blade?"

As he spoke, Chen Ping made a sword-finger gesture with his left hand, holding the blade of the Soul-Devouring Blade between his two fingers. He then gently pulled it out, and the terrifying aura of death and the ominous curse power that clung to it instantly dissipated by more than half. The blade was now smooth as jade, no longer resembling its previous dull appearance.

　9K today, not counting extra chapters, hehe.
　　
　
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