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

Chapter 614 According to the rules, you're out (8K)

However, even though most of the time had passed and the opposing entry number 98 had already completed three items, Chen Ping still hadn't submitted a single soul tool.

His workbench was now covered with all sorts of metal parts, including dog legs and spider legs made of various metals, as well as parts scattered all over the floor. It looked as if Chen Ping had dismembered a table full of small metal animals on his lab table.

Of course, besides these, Chen Ping's experimental table also had various standard soul tools, such as long-range soul cannons and piercing soul spears with high-frequency vibrations. However, without exception, all of these soul tools were level four, and there was not a single level five one.

Even so, Chen Ping's performance still made Number 98 on the other side feel uneasy, because in just over three hours, Chen Ping had basically eliminated all the rare metals in front of him!

Yes, it was all destroyed. These rare metals, weighing at least half a ton, had now turned into rare metal powder at the bottom of the machine tool, as well as the numerous parts that Chen Ping had placed on the table. The sheer number of them made Number Ninety-Eight's scalp tingle.

so far so good
After glancing at the parts on Chen Ping's table, which seemed to be enough to assemble more than a dozen soul tools, Number Ninety-Eight secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Currently, Chen Ping is only making level four soul tools; he doesn't have a single level five one. However, the three soul tools he is currently making are all level six.

He will make one or two more soul tools later. Although the number is not as many as the five or six level soul tools, there is sufficient reason for Chen Ping to win directly in the evaluation stage because his soul tool level is too low.

With that in mind, Number Ninety-Eight took out a large piece of gold crystal and began to create his own invincible shield.

Even for him, the invincible shield, which costs tens of thousands of gold soul coins, is very precious. Since Chen Ping is definitely out of luck, he can make two invincible shields and resell them during the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, making another two hundred thousand gold soul coins for free.

As time passed, Chen Ping looked at the hourglass, which had only an hour and a half left, stroked his chin, and took out his Life Gold Carving Knife.

The remaining work is very difficult and requires a large quantity, so he needs to work harder.

The audience was stunned. In the hour since Chen Ping took out the carving knife, he had been doing one thing: making baby bottles. And not just one or two, but a large number of level four baby bottles, at least a dozen!
Is this guy throwing the match? No way, would he be using a top-of-the-line carving knife as a wager to throw the match?

The gamblers who had placed bets on Chen Ping were now unsure of what he was doing, but Chen Ping continued frantically making his own milk bottles.

It wasn't until the last half hour, or one hour, that Chen Ping finally put away the string of milk bottles he had made, wrapped them around his wrist to charge them, and began assembling the parts on the table using exercise meditation.

Each Soul Master who completes a Soul Tool will have a corresponding doll placed on their table as a representation. At this point, the Soul Master who has made the most Soul Tools has completed six works.

However, after Chen Ping pressed the button and called for a ruling, a row of dolls suddenly appeared on his table—all of his dozen or so baby bottles had passed the certification.
That wasn't all. At that moment, two sharp glints flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, and then he moved.

An invisible layer of spiritual energy enveloped his workbench. Each of the complex components seemed to have been numbered beforehand.

With a flick of his right hand, he grabbed a component at the far end, pressed it down to catch another component, and placed it flat on the workbench.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers. It was so fast that it left afterimages on the workbench.

The various soul tool components, made of different shapes and sizes and crafted from rare metals, were continuously assembled in his hands. Gradually, a soul tool took shape on the crafting table in front of him.

Time passed minute by minute. The other five Soul Masters had all completed their creations.

No one would risk wasting these last few minutes. They had all left themselves some leeway in the previous production. Their gazes, unanimously, all fell upon Chen Ping.

To everyone's surprise, soon after Chen Ping finished assembling the devices, he removed all the fully charged baby bottles strapped to his arm and inserted them into the unfinished soul tools. Only one baby bottle remained on his wrist. The fine sand in the hourglass gradually flowed away, indicating that the soul tool manufacturing phase was nearing its end.

A smug smile appeared on Number Ninety-Eight's face.

Of the dozen or so soul tools that Chen Ping is currently assembling, not a single one is truly complete.

The things they made were all junk, looking like toys sold by outside merchants, like the Soul Guidance Mechanism Puppy or similar toys for children.

Not to mention that Chen Ping has no chance of entering the competition with him, even if he did enter the competition, how could he, with only a milk bottle, possibly defeat him, who has five level-six soul tools?
"finished."

Chen Ping paid no attention to the large number of parts left on his soul guide table and raised his hand to indicate that there were still many parts left.

"The competition time is up. All participating Soul Masters, please stop. The three judges, please inspect the Soul Tools they have created."

The emcee, Ajin, had returned to the competition stage. The soundproof soul guide device was deployed, and the noise immediately flooded into the competition stage.

The three judges had already come to the stage, and their first target was Chen Ping.

They were ultimately given instructions; if Chen Ping's creations couldn't be classified as soul tools, they could directly declare him the loser.

However, when they injected their soul power into them and discovered that these soul tools, which hadn't even had time to be installed on the leg joints, could actually shoot soul guide rays from their mouths, the judges had to admit that Chen Ping's dozen or so random gadgets could indeed be called soul tools.

"Contestant number 88 has completed the creation of his soul tool. Considering that he has installed the milk bottles he made earlier into these soul tools, the final number of soul tools created by contestant number 88 is 15, and the soul tool level is level four."

When the referee announced it, the audience thought they had misheard. This guy made fifteen soul tools in five hours? Really?

Even if these soul tools are all level four, this number is still staggering, considering that each of these soul tools has a baby bottle installed inside!

"They installed a baby bottle inside a soul tool? Sealed baby bottle technology? Is this guy from Mingdetang?"

Floating in the air above the golden hall, in the center of a VIP room, seven or eight people were sitting.

Sitting in the very center was the woman in the black robe from before, and it was she who said those words.

However, before the other VIPs in the VIP room could speak, the voice of number ninety-eight could be heard from the ground below.

“Three esteemed judges, my soul tool level has been checked, and all of them are level six soul tools, while number eighty-eight’s soul tools are all level four, not even a single level five soul tool.”

"In this situation, according to the competition rules, it should be considered that the gap between the Soul Master realms of the two sides is too large, and the other side should be directly judged as the loser and not qualified to enter the subsequent competition stages. This is to avoid the possibility that a seven-ring Soul Saint can make a piece of trash Soul Guidance Device, call himself a Soul Master, and defeat his opponent with his own Soul Power."

Number Ninety-Eight's words were impassioned, and his gaze toward Chen Ping was full of sarcasm.

What a fine Soul-Devouring Blade that has been purified of its ferocious aura! I shall accept it without hesitation!

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