Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Moreover, Han Yu doesn't even know who his opponent is, yet he's already placed such a heavy bet.

Furthermore, placing bets closer to the start of the match will minimize the impact on the odds.

Not only are they confident, but they are also very resourceful.

Han Yu noticed Chen An's expression, smiled calmly, and said, "What, are you afraid I'll lose?"

Chen An quickly shook his head and said respectfully, "I wouldn't dare. I only admire your magnanimity."

Han Yu smiled noncommittally and said, "I like this feeling. You'll get used to it. Let's go inside."

Han Yu's number is sixty-six. Chen An told him that his opponent today is a Soul Master number forty-eight.

Judging from the previous competition, he should be an excellent level 4 Soul Master, and may even be approaching the level 5 threshold.

Upon entering the VIP lounge, Han Yu casually found a seat and sat down, waiting for the match to begin.

Not far from him, two people were whispering to each other. When they saw Han Yu arrive, they exchanged a glance. One of them stood up, nodded to the other, and then walked towards Han Yu.

He had a name tag hanging around his neck that read number 96, while the person sitting down was number 98.

Chen An dropped Han Yu off here and then left, as he had many things to do.

Han Yu had just taken a sip of a glass of juice when Number 96 walked over.

"Hello, friend. Can we chat?"

Number 96 bowed slightly and greeted Han Yu with utmost courtesy.

Han Yu smiled and nodded, gesturing for her to sit down: "Please sit down."

Number Ninety-Six sat down on the sofa next to him and asked casually, "May I ask...?"

"Number Sixty-Six." Han Yu smiled calmly, interrupting Number Ninety-Six.

Number 96 was stunned for a moment, then realized that Han Yu didn't want to reveal her name.

A glint flashed in his eyes, but he didn't press further. He simply smiled and said, "Number Sixty-Six, nice to meet you. My name is Number Ninety-Six."

"Hello." Han Yu nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting.

"Number 66, are you also here to participate in this Soul Master Competition?" Number 96 asked.

"Of course," Han Yu replied calmly.

"So what are your thoughts on today's match?" Number 96 continued, seemingly very interested in Han Yu.

A glint of excitement flashed in Han Yu's eyes.

"That's interesting. Who says we Soul Masters can't fight back? I think it's pretty good to fight back using Soul Tools that we make ourselves."

Number Ninety-Six chuckled and said, "I think so too. It seems we share the same ideals."

"Oh?" Han Yu raised an eyebrow, looking at Number Ninety-Six with great interest.

"I just checked the draw; we won't be facing each other this round," explained number 96.

"It doesn't matter if we meet, I will definitely win." Han Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened, and her tone was full of confidence.

"Is that so? We'll have to see then." Number 96 smiled calmly, stood up, and turned to walk towards Number 98.

His face also showed a hint of disdain.

He felt that his probing had been sufficient for such an arrogant young man.

Han Yu curled her lip and didn't even glance at the two of them.

Trying to test me?

Then you can slowly test the waters.

"Distinguished guests, the competition is about to begin."

A staff member came in to make the announcement.

Number 96 and Number 98 stood up at the same time. This time, they didn't stand on ceremony and strode out first.

Han Yu snorted coldly behind the two of them, revealing her great dissatisfaction.

A fierce glint flashed in Number Ninety-Eight's eyes. He was about to lash out when Number Ninety-Six grabbed him and pulled him toward the Golden Hall.

The hall was bustling with noise, the clamor echoing throughout; the atmosphere was more vibrant than ever before.

Han Yu took a deep breath; the metallic scent mixed with a faint smell of sweat invigorated him.

Looking up, on the central circular platform, forty-eight soul tool making tables were arranged in a ring, reflecting a cold light under the illumination.

These production stations finally came in full use today, large enough to accommodate all the contestants who advanced.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and released his mental detection, his perception spreading outwards like a tide, bringing the entire hall under his control.

High up, the suspended VIP areas were already packed, with elegantly dressed people and eyes fixed on the competition field.

Below, the regular area of ​​the Golden Hall was also packed with people, all eagerly anticipating this ultimate showdown between Soul Masters.

Han Yu's gaze swept across the audience seats, and she noticed some new changes behind the competition stage:

A rectangular platform, suspended five meters above the ground by dozens of thick steel cables, stretches almost the entire length of the hall but is only about five meters wide. The platform is made entirely of metal, gleaming with a cold, austere luster under the lights.

"Looks like that's where we'll be competing this time."

Han Yu thought to herself that restricting the area to a narrow platform was obviously to compress the space for movement, minimize the dodging and maneuvering of the contestants during the competition, and lead the battle to a pure duel of soul tools.

Moreover, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that this special competition venue will have a huge impact on the Soul Master's tactical choices and performance on the spot.

Soon, guided by the staff, Han Yu stepped onto the competition stage, his gaze meeting that of Yuan Gun Gun, who was cheering him on from the corner.

This time, the forty-eight soul tool production tables were arranged in pairs, with each soul tool master facing their opponent, determined by the draw in this round.

As for the rules and process of the draw, the organizer of the competition, Xishui Alliance, remained tight-lipped and offered no explanation. This is typical of underground organizations organizing competitions – they do things arbitrarily and don't need to explain to anyone.

Han Yu's gaze fell on his opponent, number 48, a young man who looked to be in his late twenties.

To call him young is an understatement; he looks more like a weathered middle-aged man. His appearance can be described as "unsightly": a sunken nose, small eyes, messy, yellowish hair, and even a piece missing from the top of his head, revealing a scalp that makes one's scalp crawl.

However, on this unforgettable ugly face, there is a pair of bright eyes, filled with a fanaticism and obsession with the creation of soul tools.

He ignored Han Yu, who was already in position opposite him, and stared intently at the various rare metals displayed on the competition stage, as if those cold metal blocks were priceless treasures in his eyes.

Each soul tool crafting table now has a three-tiered storage compartment, each tier filled with various metals—the raw materials for this competition, and the cornerstone of their path to victory.

The first layer is conventional metal.

The top two layers are made of rare metals.

There are as many as 32 kinds of rare metals alone.

With such ample preparations, it would be enough to make even a level seven soul tool.

The Evening Water Alliance was testing the abilities of these Soul Masters.

That's quite generous.

Don't forget, the soul guides that are made belong to the Soul Guiding Master himself.

Forty-eight portions of such rare metals are already extremely valuable.

Just then, three small circular platforms slowly rose up in front of the competition stage, with an old man standing on each platform.

The platform rose until it was about a meter higher than the competition platform before stopping.

The old man standing in the center said in a deep voice: "Distinguished Soul Masters, distinguished guests, good afternoon."

I am the chief referee for this match.

The match is about to begin.

The timer officially started after I announced the start of the match.

The time limit is two hours.

Within two hours, all Soul Masters may create any Soul Guidance Device to the best of their ability.

You have only one goal: to defeat your opponent.

The winner advances.

As soon as he finished saying that.

All the participating Soul Masters raised their heads in unison and looked at their opponents.

Starting from this round of the competition, the rewards for winning the competition have become very generous.

Han Yu had already learned about this from Chen An.

The winner of this competition will be rewarded with two kilograms of each of thirty-two rare metals.

That is, the same things as those on their competition stage.

For Soul Masters, a complete range of rare metals is definitely more attractive than gold Soul Coins.

The next round is said to offer a prize of five kilograms, and the number of rare metals will increase to forty-eight.

A large portion of these rare metals were embargoed by the Sun Moon Empire, and their value is immeasurable.

Across from Han Yu, the Soul Master with messy blond hair slowly raised his head.

He grinned, revealing a set of yellowish-brown buck teeth, uneven and weathered like bricks from a city wall.

"Hey bro, my name is Gao Dalou. Come on, let's have a good match."

His heavily accented words echoed in Han Yu's ears. Han Yu suppressed a laugh. This Gao Dalou, true to his name, was indeed "tall and imposing"! Gao Dalou was small and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, which was far from the word "tall and imposing".

Han Yu forced herself not to laugh out loud; this tall building was indeed quite unique!

However, Gao Lou's gaze was unusually firm, his eyes fixed intently on Han Yu, as if a flame was burning within him.

Han Yu, however, found his persistent gaze somewhat admirable.

He is definitely not the type to judge a book by its cover, especially during matches.

He knew that defeating this opponent today would not be an easy task without revealing his full strength.

"All contestants, get ready."

The referee's booming voice rang out like thunder, pulling Han Yu back from her thoughts.

Upon hearing the sound, Gao Lou immediately lowered his head, his gaze sharpening as he stared intently at the rare metal he had already carefully considered, like a hawk.

Han Yu, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. He crossed his arms and looked completely at ease, as if he wasn't in a hurry at all.

"The match begins. Raise the soundproof shield."

With a loud shout from the chief referee, the twelve hourglasses placed in prominent positions were simultaneously turned over by the waiters.

Fine sand slowly drips down from the top of the hourglass. When all the sand in the hourglass has run out, the competition time ends.

Today, the Soul Masters are competing on the competition stage, and finally, the soundproof shield can be raised, so the audience is no longer prohibited from making noise.

This is also a major reason why so many people came today. A buzz of discussion immediately arose in the audience, the place was bustling with noise and excitement.

All the Soul Masters immediately got to work, taking out various metals from their Soul Tools and preparing to begin making them.

Gao Lou swiftly reached out with his right hand, and a rare piece of metal, as black as ink but dotted with silver flecks, landed in his palm. The metal was cool to the touch, with a distinctive metallic feel.

His eyes gleamed with intoxication, and his hands caressed the rare metal as if he were stroking a beautiful woman's skin, as if sensing the powerful energy contained within it.

Han Yu was quite interested in his appearance. He gestured with his right hand toward the rare metal on the side of the soul tool making table, and a piece of rare metal weighing one kilogram and dark red in color flew toward him.

As soon as the rare metal flew over, a scorching heat immediately hit us.

This is the Flaming Sun Iron.

It is an extremely rare metal that is only found deep within volcanoes. Among these thirty-two rare metals, it ranks among the top five in value.

Today, the Xishui Alliance provided so many rare metals, and Chen An is no longer the chief referee. In order not to make himself too conspicuous, Han Yu naturally made the soul tool in a conventional manner.

Therefore, when making soul tools.

He always chooses precious and rare metals.

The soul tools made in this way are effective and can be taken away.

The situation was almost the same for the person opposite him; he held Star Silver Steel, which was the most valuable of the thirty-two rare metals.

This rare metal has an extremely high density and an exceptionally strong affinity for soul power.

Any soul power injected into it can release more than twice the original soul power.

It is the best material for making energy-gathering arrays.

One piece of this weighing one kilogram would be worth at least 100,000 gold soul coins if placed outside.

That's why Han Yu felt that Xi Shui Alliance had really gone all out this time.

Of course, for Mingdu, where at least tens of millions of people gamble now, this is all small change.

Han Yu looked at the infatuated expression on the tall building at number 48 and thought to herself.

Has this person never seen Star Silver Steel before?

This is why I'm so fascinated by it, as it's the first time I've seen it.

Gao Lou didn't caress the building for too long. About a minute later, his previously nonchalant expression gradually faded, replaced by a hint of caution.

He took a deep breath, as if adjusting his state, and then carefully fixed the Star Silver Steel onto the crafting table in front of him.

The Star Silver Steel exudes a cold metallic luster, reflecting the focused expression of the tall building.

He slowly raised his right hand, slid it across his waist, and with a soft metallic scraping sound, a carving knife slid into his palm.

The carving knife appeared completely black and unremarkable, seemingly no different from a piece of ordinary charcoal. (End of Chapter)