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

Chapter 664 Underground Final
The following evening, the atmosphere in Mingdu, which had been quiet all day, gradually became lively again.

Although the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament has come to a complete end, another competition closely related to the lives of many people is about to begin.

The final round of the Mingdu Soul Master Elite Competition, hosted tonight by the three major underground forces of Mingdu, is the real final in the eyes of countless gamblers.

The three major underground forces will each send three Soul Master experts they have selected to participate in this final competition.

Of course, the indispensable betting games are also indispensable.

All sorts of strange and unusual betting methods have been developed by the three major forces.

Especially the Xishui Alliance.

Chen Ping had been winning every bet for days, and the official methods of exploiting the Xi Shui Alliance were making them feel the pinch. So they had no choice but to try to harvest more from the "leeks" (victims).

The rewards for the Soul Masters in this final competition are extremely generous.

The ultimate champion will not only receive a level nine soul tool, but will also have the option to acquire one ton of rare metal.

At that time, the final champion will have 49 kinds of rare metals to choose from, with each rare metal weighing no more than 100 kilograms.

In addition to the champion, the runner-up and third place also receive prizes.

It's still a ton of rare metals, but the types available decrease, and there's no soul tool reward.

With such a generous reward, this Soul Master Competition has attracted many outstanding young Soul Masters to participate.

It attracted countless investors who were hoping to take a gamble and become rich overnight, waving their Gold Soul Coins to place bets.

Perhaps some of these people can become rich overnight, and wealth and glory will be theirs in the present.

However, many more squandered their fortunes to perform aerial acrobatics in the skies above Mingdu.

After all, the bookmaker doesn't need to do anything. As long as they don't encounter a massive influx of funds like Chen Ping's, they can win steadily just by taking a cut.

A fledgling hotel.

The Thunder God looked at Chen An with an imposing gaze, his eyes sharp as he asked, "Why haven't Cai Xukun and Xie Guangkun arrived yet? Didn't you inform them of the time?"

Chen An's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He quickly said, "I've notified them, I've notified them a long time ago. I told them after the last semi-final that we needed to come early today to make final preparations."

"Hmph, if they don't arrive, you'll have to compensate for the losses of the Xi Shui Alliance. You'll have to pay with your life," said Ming Lei Douluo coldly.

"Third brother, don't make things difficult for him. I believe that kid will come. We'll have a good talk with him after the finals."

A deep voice rang out, and the tall and imposing leader of the Xishui Alliance, Nangong Wan, arrived in the hotel lobby.

At this time, the entire Qingse Hotel was under martial law, and a large number of burly men dressed in black occupied most of the lobby.

In the center of the hall, besides Nangong Wan, Ming Lei Douluo and his two disciples, there were some large boxes piled up.

It goes without saying what's inside the box: rare metals used in the competition.

As they were talking, guided by two men in black, two figures appeared in the sight of Nangong Wan and Ming Lei Douluo.

Despite his changed appearance, Chen Ping still looked at everyone with the same disdainful expression, as if they were ants. Behind him followed Huo Yuhao, who had also undergone a similar transformation using mimicry. Chen Ping had just finished helping to evacuate everyone from the hotel and also inspected the progress of an important mission previously assigned to him around the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, which was why he was a little slower.

Upon seeing the two appear, Nangong Wan and Ming Lei Douluo's expressions improved considerably.

Chen An hurriedly went to meet him.

"Young Master Kun, you've finally arrived."

He dared not ask why the two were a little late, but when his eyes met Chen Ping's, he gave a slight nod to indicate that the deal he had agreed upon with him was ready and there were no problems.

The leader of the Xishui Alliance, Nangong Wan, personally greeted them: "You two have finally arrived. It's good that you've come in time. Today, the honor of our Xishui Alliance rests on the shoulders of the three of you."

At this point, Nangong Wan turned his head and gestured for the level 5 Soul Master who appeared in the last competition to come over as well, so that he could give some instructions.

"What's so difficult about that? It's as easy as taking something out of a bag."

Chen Ping shook his neck, still displaying an arrogant attitude when facing Ming Lei Douluo and Nangong Wan, the leader of the Xi Shui Alliance.

But this did not make the two of them angry.

Since this kid met them last time and learned a bit about their identities and strength, the fact that Cai Xukun can still act so arrogantly can only mean that the other party has seen many important figures, which is actually a good thing.

Therefore, Nangong Wan immediately revealed a genuine smile: "Young friend, you left a deep impression on us after our last meeting. After this competition ends, we should get to know each other better."

A look of wariness immediately appeared in Chen Ping's eyes: "Get closer? My elders warned me that it's safer not to get too close to people from your 'underground' forces."

When he said this, Chen Ping emphasized the word "underground".

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan was not angry at all; instead, he laughed and said, "Don't get too close to the underworld, okay?"

"It's alright, it's alright, we'll talk about it after the match. Good morning, could you tell your three friends about today's final?"

"Yes, Alliance Leader."

After bowing respectfully to Nangong Wan, Chen An turned to face Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao.

"The rules for today's competition have been set. Each of the three parties will send three people to participate. Each person will be given three hours to make a soul tool. There is no limit to the materials used, but each person is only allowed to make one soul tool."

"Three hours later, the soul tool will be completed, and the nine people will compete in four rounds. The first round will be skills, and a mysterious question will be posed, the nature of which we do not yet know. The last person to pass the skills test will be eliminated, and the eight people will advance to the next round."

"The second round is the actual competition. The person with the highest skill score will face the person with the lowest score in the quarterfinals, and so on, to determine the top four."

"The top four will then be drawn into the semi-finals, followed by the final. Regarding the creation of soul tools, the three of you must remember that you can only create and use one soul tool at a time, and absolutely no more."

"In other aspects, the three of you are all experts and have your own decisions. I will not presume to teach you. You can decide on the timing and tactics yourself."

After listening to Chen An's explanation, Huo Yuhao and another participating Soul Master frowned; the rules were far too complicated.

Chen Ping was already used to this. In the recently concluded Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, when the quarterfinals were held, they even created upper and lower brackets, making it seem like there were preseason regular seasons and playoffs.

Chen Ping was not surprised that the organizers would create such a troublesome competition format for themselves.

(End of this chapter)