The Peerless Tang Sect: Possessing Huo Yuhao at the Start

Chapter 93 Explosive Bomb

"Since the competition has been going on for a while and will be ending soon, time is a bit tight. Could you please demonstrate your identity as a Soul Master? I will arrange the match for you immediately."

Huo Zhanji raised his hand, and a long spear appeared in his hand. If you looked closely, it was obviously the gun that Huo Zhanji had made at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. The middle-aged man only felt a blur before his eyes, and the next second he was pointed at by the dark muzzle of the gun.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down the middle-aged man's forehead. He hurriedly said, "Sir, calm down. It's confirmed, completely confirmed."

Huo Zhan said quickly, "Since you say time is tight, then take me there quickly."

Wiping away cold sweat, the middle-aged man led Huo Zhanji and Ling Luochen to a soul-guided elevator inside the hotel lobby. He then spoke a few words through a soul-guided communicator before leading the two into the elevator.

The elevator continued downwards and stopped after about ten seconds. The middle-aged man led the two out of the elevator, first through a magnificent circular hall, and then into a large door directly in front of them. There were two guards at the door, who immediately opened the door and invited them in after seeing the middle-aged man.

Upon entering, you'll find a circular, domed hall with rows of seats extending downwards in neat rows. A ring of escalators slopes upwards around the hall, and in the center of the hall is a circular platform, over thirty meters in diameter.

At this moment, dozens of metal tables were set up on the competition platform, with the light of soul tools flashing intermittently. Around the circular platform, there were also several metal tables, totaling over a hundred. Some of these tables were now empty. They had reached the area near the center of the competition arena, but were stopped.

Two men dressed like the middle-aged man who had led the way blocked their path. After a brief exchange, one of the men said, "Contestants may go in; all others may wait outside."

Huo Zhanji nodded and said, "Very good. Lead the way."

Although Ling Luochen was still somewhat worried, he waited on the side. Huo Zhanji, led by the middle-aged man, entered the competition venue. An old man in yellow clothes had already come over and stood behind Huo Zhanji.

The old man said, "There's an hourglass up there. Before the last grain of sand slips through, create a soul tool that is at least level three. If you complete it, you'll qualify to continue the competition; if you don't, you'll be eliminated. Begin. I will supervise you and you must not use finished or unfinished soul tools to cheat."

"Hmm? There's actually Crimson Sun Iron here. It seems I underestimated the underground black market of Mingdu."

Huo Zhanji picked up a piece of Crimson Sun Iron and began his crafting. Metal shavings poured down, but instead of flying, they scattered neatly in all directions.

The old man in yellow behind him was completely stunned, staring intently at Huo Zhanji's movements. Strange patterns appeared on the Crimson Sun Iron and were disassembled and engraved, the whole process as smooth as flowing water.

The red Crimson Sun Iron gradually took shape. It is estimated that no one present could recognize what Huo Zhanji was making. Next came the assembly, embedding, and installation into the core magic array. This process did not last too long.

Huo Zhan turned around quickly and gestured to the stunned old man in yellow, "Done."

The old man in yellow robes then came to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the red soul tool on the table. The small red ball looked very delicate, about the size of a fist, with grooves on its surface and a pull ring on top, which was obviously restricting something.

Upon sensing this, the old man in yellow robes' expression changed drastically. The energy contained in this soul tool was almost enough to blow up the entire arena. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at Huo Zhanji in horror, saying, "The soul tool you made is...?"

Huo Zhanji smiled slightly: "This is a simple explosive grenade, which I'll call a hand grenade. It's probably a level four or almost level five soul tool. Time is a bit tight, my match is over, is that alright?"

The old man in yellow robes' expression had completely changed. He respectfully handed the soul tool back to Huo Zhanji, saying, "Of course. You have passed the qualifying round. This is the soul tool you made; please keep it safe. In this competition, all soul tools made belong to the soul tool masters themselves. Of course, you can also sell them to us."

The old man in yellow tentatively asked, "May I ask what level of Soul Master you are?"

Huo Zhanji smiled slightly and said, "Level seven is close to level eight."

"Level 7!!!!! Respected Soul Master, you have passed the qualifying round. Tomorrow we will begin the first round of the competition, which is an elimination tournament. Each round will eliminate one-third of the total number of participants from the previous round until the final champion is determined. This is your qualification certificate. You can use this to collect your reward for this round from the staff." As he spoke, he handed over a badge made of pure gold, with the number 71 on it.

Under the respectful gaze of the old man in yellow, Huo Zhanji placed his hands on the wheelchair and walked out. Ling Luochen was obviously waiting outside. After seeing Huo Zhanji come out, he came forward to push the wheelchair for Huo Zhanji.

Just then, a neatly dressed young man walked towards Huo Zhanji and his group. "Hello, I am Chen An, the manager of the Golden Hall of the Xishui Alliance."

After Huo Zhanji came out, he sensed the aura of death. When their eyes met, he felt as if his soul was being sucked away. His body trembled violently, and he quickly took two steps back in horror.

Chen An asked Huo Zhanji in a low voice, "May I have a word with you, esteemed guest?"

"Let's go," Huo Zhanji replied quickly.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me." Chen An said, turning around to lead the way. Huo Zhanji nodded slightly, and Ling Luochen pushed the wheelchair behind Chen An.

Chen An led the two around to a small side door, out of the golden hall, through a magnificent corridor, and after walking a short distance, Chen An opened a door next to it and led the two inside.

Huo Zhanji said quickly, "Just say what you have to say."

Chen An's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Distinguished guest, are you from...?" He paused here.

Huo Zhanji snorted coldly: "That's not something you should ask." An aura of death began to permeate the air.

"No, no." Chen An quickly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and bowed respectfully.

Huo Zhanji said calmly, "My information must not be disclosed to anyone. Understand? I hope to use rare metals, and if you have the channels, I am also willing to pay a high price to purchase them."

"Yes, yes!" Chen An hurriedly replied.

Huo Zhanji nodded and said, "Give me what you deserve today, and I'll be back for the next round."

Chen An asked, "Is there anything we need to do?"

Huo Zhanji waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to do anything. I'm a level seven Soul Master. Do you think those good-for-nothings can beat me?"

Chen An shivered: "Don't worry, everything will be done as you wish."

Huo Zhanji said to Chen An, "Now, exchange 500 million gold soul coins for rare metals. The more, the better."

"Yes, yes," Chen An replied again.

Huo Zhan said quickly, "Alright, let's go."

As Ling Luochen pushed Huo Zhanji close to the door, Huo Zhanji raised his hand, signaling her to stop, and said, "If you do well, I will invite you into my sect after this competition."

Chen An was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee beside Huo Zhanji, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"I'll come see you again before the first round. Please give me a list of the rare metals and bets for each round."

"Yes."

Huo Zhanji gestured to Ling Luochen to push him out. Chen An personally escorted them out, all the way to the elevator, back to the simple first floor of the Qingse Hotel. Ling Luochen then pushed Huo Zhanji away and disappeared from Chen An's sight.

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(End of this chapter)