Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

As soon as the emcee, Ah Jin, finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Golden Hall was instantly ignited.

In the audience, the crowd stirred like boiling water, with deafening cheers, whistles, applause, and even the sounds of various strange musical instruments intertwining together, almost lifting the dome of the entire hall.

They waved the tickets in their hands, which represented not only their passion for the game but also the huge bets they had placed.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation, hoping that the Soul Master they had bet on would ultimately win and bring them a rich reward.

Ajin smiled and surveyed the room, then gestured downwards to signal everyone to be quiet. The noise gradually subsided, and all eyes turned to him, awaiting his speech.

"First of all, let me introduce to our distinguished guests the powerful Soul Masters who will be participating in the final six battles today."

Ah Jin's voice was clear and powerful, carrying throughout every corner of the hall.

"I want to emphasize here that whether it is the information we released about these six players before the competition, or the analysis I will conduct immediately, it is all based on their previous performances in the competition."

Our Xishui Alliance has never inquired about the esteemed Soul Master's level or abilities. This is something they are inherently averse to.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage, taking in their expectant expressions.

"Now, please welcome the first of the top six contestants, Soul Master No. 37, to the stage!"

A Jin's voice suddenly rose, tinged with excitement. As soon as he finished speaking, a young man dressed in black, with steady steps, walked out from the passageway at the back of the hall leading to the competition stage.

He moved with a light step, yet carried an invisible sense of pressure that made his presence impossible to ignore.

In just a few steps, he had already stepped onto the competition platform and stood next to Akin.

He nodded slightly to the audience, then put his hands behind his back and stood there quietly, waiting for Ah Jin to introduce him.

"Our Soul Master No. 37 has defeated several powerful opponents."

In the previous round of the competition, he even created a powerful and rare level-five soul tool, leading us to assess him as a level-five soul tool master. He excels at crafting various agile offensive soul tools.

Akin's voice was filled with undisguised admiration.

Next up, let's welcome Soul Master number eighty-five!

Following A Jin's voice, another young man emerged from the passageway.

Unlike the composure of number thirty-seven, this number eighty-five soul master appeared somewhat frivolous. As he walked onto the stage, he blew kisses to the audience below, eliciting whistles and screams.

He strode over to Soul Master No. 37, winking and making faces at him, seemingly in a provocation.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that these two are the weakest of today's top six, and they also have the highest odds.

The emcee's voice was loud and passionate, echoing throughout the competition venue: "Thirdly, let's welcome Soul Master number sixty-six to the stage. Please have our staff guide him into the venue!"

As the emcee spoke, the spotlight turned to one side of the competition stage, where two uniformed staff members, with smiles on their faces, guided a tall and upright young man up the steps.

With steady steps, Han Yu stepped onto the competition stage at the staff's signal and walked to the front, whereupon thunderous applause and cheers erupted from below the stage.

The emcee approached him, first nodding to Han Yu, then turning to the audience with a professional smile.

"Our esteemed Soul Instructor No. 66 has been advancing triumphantly in the previous matches, unstoppable all the way!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the audience below, his tone tinged with mystery: "We have yet to witness his true strength, and our assessment of him can only be tentatively set at Level 5 Soul Master."

"But from his calm and composed demeanor, we seem to be able to vaguely see his powerful and mysterious potential. Perhaps he will become a dark horse in this competition. Let's wait and see!"

The emcee's words were met with another round of enthusiastic applause.

After a brief introduction, the emcee turned to the other side and announced loudly, "Our fourth guest is Soul Master Number Eighty-Eight! A mysterious and powerful figure who always wears a mask!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, masked man leaped onto the competition stage. His heavy footsteps seemed to pound on everyone's hearts. He strode over to Han Yu and stood beside her, exuding a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Soul Master No. 88 has demonstrated formidable strength in previous competitions. Our assessment of him is between a Level 5 and Level 6 Soul Master. He is like a mystery, elusive and unpredictable." The emcee's tone was full of curiosity.

"Actually, I'm really curious why he always wears a mask. Maybe he's one of the famous Soul Masters of the Empire that we all know," the emcee said half-jokingly, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"I personally have high hopes for this esteemed Soul Master No. 88, and I believe he will bring us even more surprises in the upcoming matches!"

However, the burly man ignored the master of ceremonies' words and remained silent throughout. He crossed his arms and coldly surveyed his surroundings from behind his mask, as if he cared nothing for anything.

"Alright, next, let's welcome our fifth Soul Master, number ninety-eight!" The emcee's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention back to the competition stage.

"The esteemed Soul Master No. 98 possesses extremely powerful strength, and the carving knife in his hand is incredibly sharp. We have always suspected that it is one of the listed carving knives!" The emcee's tone was filled with awe.

"His strength is assessed as a level six Soul Master, but we are almost certain that he possesses strength far exceeding level six, making him a top-tier expert who is keeping his true abilities hidden!"

"I reckon the first four players wouldn't want to draw him, because he's definitely an extremely tough opponent!"

The emcee's words caused a stir among the audience, who were filled with curiosity and anticipation for the No. 98 Soul Master.

"The last one to appear is our Soul Master Number Ninety-Six!" The emcee's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention.

"Like Soul Master No. 98, we also assessed him as Level 6. He also possesses a sharp carving knife that is suspected to be the List Carving Knife."

"It should be noted that, as we announced before, because the two powerful Soul Masters, No. 96 and No. 98, were evaluated as the best, they will not meet in today's draw for the top six."

The emcee emphasized this point.

"To ensure that our Xishui Alliance can have the strongest lineup to participate in the upcoming three-way finals."

"Now, let's begin the lottery!"

The master of ceremonies, Ah Jin, had a loud and powerful voice that echoed throughout the hall. He raised a golden hammer high in his right hand and struck it sharply on a bronze gong beside him.

With a clang, the crisp sound of a gong resounded throughout the hall, announcing the official start of the lottery ceremony.

"The drawing of lots begins." The emcee, A Jin, repeated, putting down the gavel and turning to face the crowd. His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on the Soul Master number ninety-eight.

Soul Master Number Ninety-Eight noticed the emcee's gaze, a slight, disdainful smile playing on his lips. He deliberately cast his gaze at Han Yu, his eyes seeming to say:

"Pray, kid, hope your luck isn't too bad."

His lips trembled slightly, and although no sound came out, it was clear from his lip movements that he was saying, "Pray."

Han Yu noticed Number Ninety-Eight's provocative gaze, but showed no fear whatsoever. A strange smile crept onto his lips.

Yes, I should pray that you don't pick me. He thought to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The method of drawing lots was very simple: a huge crystal ball was placed in the center of the stage, sparkling and reflecting dazzling light.

Inside the crystal ball, six small balls of different colors were slowly rolling, each with a tiny magnet embedded in it. In three separate areas within the crystal ball, two magnets were also fixed, emitting a faint blue light, as if waiting for their prey to take the bait.

When the crystal ball rotates, the magnets inside the ball attract each other with the magnets in the area, eventually being attracted together.

The small balls that are attracted to the same area mean that their corresponding Soul Masters will meet and become opponents in today's competition.

At this moment, balls number 96 and 98 have been attracted to the magnets in two different areas, meaning that the two of them will never meet in today's match.

The other four small balls continued to roll slowly at the bottom of the crystal ball, awaiting their fate.

"Alright, now I'll activate today's lottery crystal. Let's begin!" The emcee, Ah Jin, walked to the crystal ball and pressed a red button below it.

Instantly, a soft white light shone from inside the crystal ball, and the previously still crystal ball began to slowly rotate, its speed increasing and emitting a slight "humming" sound.

As the crystal ball rotates, the small ball that was originally rolling at the bottom is gradually flung up and spins rapidly inside the crystal ball, twinkling like stars. Only the three grooved magnets remain still, quietly waiting for the small ball to arrive.

Soon, the first ball was sucked out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before landing precisely in the only empty area among the three zones, where it was firmly attracted by the magnet.

"Alright, Zone 3, Number 88!" The emcee A Jin's voice rang out again, "I must say, mysterious Soul Master Number 88, you are lucky."

You did not encounter two powerful Soul Masters whom we assessed as Level Six.

As the emcee's voice rang out, a burly man stepped out from the crowd, his face showing excitement and anticipation, and headed straight for the third area.

The gaze of the Soul Master, number ninety-eight, then fell upon Han Yu, his contempt deepening, as if to say:

"Your luck isn't so great; you're much more likely to run into us."

Just then, with a "whoosh," another small ball was attracted. This time, it was attracted to the area where Number Ninety-Six was located, sticking tightly to the small ball representing Soul Master Number Ninety-Six.

"Number 37! Matchup! Number 96! Zone 1!" the emcee, Akin, announced loudly.

Number Thirty-Seven stood there dejectedly, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his shoulders trembling slightly as if he were under immense pressure.

He muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone filled with despair: "How could this happen... how could this happen..."

He raised his head, staring blankly ahead, his mind replaying the images of the big man and Number Ninety-Six. These two powerful opponents filled him with a suffocating despair.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake these negative emotions out of his mind, but it was all in vain.

"Alright, the fifth one is out. Number 66, the matchup. Number 98, Zone 2." The host's booming voice echoed in the Golden Hall, pulling Number 37 back from his despairing thoughts.

When Han Yu heard his number, his heart skipped a beat. He instinctively looked up and his gaze met that of number ninety-eight.

A ferocious smile appeared on Number Ninety-Eight's face. It was a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, as if a ferocious beast had locked onto its prey.

Seeing the helplessness on Han Yu's face, Number Ninety-Eight laughed even more wildly. He deliberately walked up to Han Yu and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Kid, you're dead meat! I'll make you regret ever being born!"

The final draw has been revealed: No. 85 versus No. 88, in Zone 3.

Upon hearing who his opponent was, the burly man revealed a contemptuous smile. He didn't even bother to look at who his opponent was, but simply spat out a disdainful spit, as if his opponent were nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will.

"Alright, the draw is over. Now, we have a 15-minute time to add bets for the distinguished guests present. Only the distinguished guests present will receive this privilege."

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The 15-minute countdown has begun.

Please also take your positions, the three pairs of Soul Masters participating in the competition.

The next five hours will be tough for you, but the ultimate winner will receive the rare metals prepared for you in the center of the arena.

The value of these rare metals is immeasurable.

Because they are simply unavailable on the market. Fifty-four varieties per person, five kilograms of each. The host's voice rang out again, announcing the start of the competition.

The Golden Hall suddenly became noisy as spectators rushed to the betting points, hoping to seize the opportunity in this final moment.

The area in front of the 36 makeshift betting points was packed with people shouting and waving their chips in an attempt to attract the attention of the staff.

A tense and exciting atmosphere filled the air, a mixture of various perfumes and sweat, making it difficult to breathe. (End of Chapter)