The Peerless Tang Sect: Possessing Huo Yuhao at the Start

Chapter 100 Elemental Weapons

Youthful Hotel

Chen An personally greeted Huo Zhanji in front of the Qingse Hotel today. When she saw Ling Luochen pushing Huo Zhanji in a wheelchair, she quickly walked over to greet him.

"You've arrived," Chen An said respectfully.

"Hmm, lead the way," came Huo Zhanji's indifferent voice.

Huo Zhanji's number is sixty-two. Chen An told him that his opponent today is number forty-eight. Judging from the previous matches, that should be an excellent level four soul master, and possibly close to level five. But compared to Huo Zhanji, a level seven soul master who is close to level eight, that is nothing.

Upon entering the VIP lounge, Huo Zhanji found Number 96 and Number 98 sitting there. They had arrived a bit early today and were talking to each other. When they saw Huo Zhanji enter, Number 96 smiled and nodded at him, and Huo Zhanji returned the greeting. Number 98, however, appeared much colder, his eyes showing a hint of disdain as he looked at Huo Zhanji.

"Little Chuan Chuan, what are you so arrogant about? When your Grandpa Huo was playing with soul tools, you were still playing in the mud." Huo Zhanji curled his lips and didn't even look at the man.

"Distinguished guests, the competition is about to begin," a staff member announced as they entered.

The Golden Hall remained bustling, and today, the central circular platform could finally accommodate all the contestants. Forty-eight soul tool crafting tables were neatly arranged on the platform, forming arcs, and a change had occurred within the Golden Hall…

Soon, Huo Zhanji was led onto the competition stage by the staff, while Ling Luochen waited on the side. Ling Luochen's opponent, number 48, was a young man who looked to be in his late twenties. His appearance was really not flattering, but he was very focused on looking at the various rare metals displayed on the competition stage and did not look at Huo Zhanji at all.

Just then, three small circular platforms slowly rose in front of the arena, each bearing the image of an elderly man. The elder standing in the center spoke in a deep voice: "Distinguished Soul Masters, honored guests, good morning. I am the chief referee for this competition. The competition is about to begin, and the timer will officially start after I announce the start. The time limit is two hours. Within these two hours, each Soul Master may create Soul Tools to the best of your ability. You have only one goal: to defeat your opponent. The winner advances."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the participating Soul Masters raised their heads in unison to look at their opponents. The blond-haired Soul Master opposite Huo Zhanji slowly raised his head and said, "Brother, hello. My name is Gao Dalou. Come on, let's have a good match."

"It's fate," Huo Zhanji said, shaking his head.

"All contestants, get ready," the chief referee announced in a stern voice.

Gao Lou immediately lowered his head, his gaze sharpening, while Huo Zhanji seemed unconcerned.

"The match begins. Raise the soundproof shield!" the chief referee shouted.

Huo Zhanji casually fiddled with a few pieces of rare metal. To him, any piece of metal could be used to make a soul-guided bomb. However, today's target was clearly not a soul-guided bomb, but a firearm—the Desert Eagle, a Desert Eagle equipped with various elemental attacks.

He usually prefers to make the outer shell first when making soul tools, and then carve magic arrays and so on. Before long, the pistol shell, which is more than 20 centimeters long, was made.

Huo Zhanji was using a carving knife made of living metal. He picked up a piece of metal and began to carve. Each stroke was extremely precise, with iron filings flying everywhere. A complex core magic array gradually took shape in his carving. In order to release all elemental attack weapons, the metal must have the ability to recover, otherwise it would be ruined after firing only a few shots.

A faint light flickered, and Huo Zhanji finally stopped carving. A core magic array with a hollow center had taken shape in front of him. The rest would be much easier. Energy storage array, element conversion, locking and tracking, and other smaller magic arrays were nested within the hollow magic array.

Time passed second by second. The first to complete the creation of the soul tool was Soul Master No. 96, and the second to complete it was No. 96's opponent.

Most of the Soul Guidance Masters began to finish their work after an hour and a half. Gao Dalou finished a quarter of an hour earlier than Huo Zhanji, but he did not rush to hand it over. Instead, he stood opposite Huo Zhanji, who was making the Soul Guidance Master.

Huo Zhanji finished his crafting just before the end of the match, placing a bright silver Desert Eagle in front of him.

"Is it finished?" the tall building stood on the other side and asked tentatively.

"It can be considered completed for now." Huo Zhanji smiled slightly and nodded to the tall building.

"Okay, let's go to the handover together then." Gao Dalou walked over to Huo Zhanji with great curiosity and helped push the wheelchair.

After the soul tool is completed, it will be handed over to the three referees for their judgment. Gao Dalou made a soul cannon. After all, today's competition is about confrontation, and an offensive soul tool is obviously the most useful.

"A level four shockwave cannon with explosive effects. A very good level four soul tool." The three judges gave their evaluation after examining the towering building's soul tool cannon.

Then they saw the Desert Eagle that Huo Zhanji handed them. "Ahem, young friend, yours has a rather unusual structure!"

Huo Zhanji smiled and said, "It's not your fault. This is my unique manufacturing method, which is close to a level seven soul tool and can release attacks from all elements."

"All elements?"

"Of course, that includes time and space," Huo Zhanji nodded.

The three chief referees all saw the shock in each other's eyes. They knew that nested magic arrays required at least an eighth-level soul master. They quickly said, "There's no need to compete. The time and space attributes alone are enough to crush all the soul tools present."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Gao." Huo Zhanji nodded and took back the Desert Eagle, the weapon he had made.

"I lost," Gao Dalou said.

"Brother Gao, if you are interested in making soul tools, you are welcome to visit my sect. You may want to consider it." Huo Zhanji took out a token and placed it in Gao Lou's hand.

Gao Dalou said with a delighted look, "Great!"

Ling Luochen had already arrived and pushed his wheelchair, and the two left the Qingse Hotel.

Inside the Golden Hall, "Good morning, what's the background of that number sixty-two? The soul tools he makes are quite extraordinary!"

Chen An whispered, "Sir, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that this VIP number sixty-two has a special identity, and we can't afford to offend him. He..." He then made a gesture.

"Okay. Go ahead. Don't let anyone know what I just said to you." A hint of fear flashed in the chief referee's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)