Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

At this moment, only a protective shield was raised around the competition stage, but there was no soundproof shield. Therefore, all the gamblers could clearly hear the roar.

The heavy cannon on the big man's shoulder finally unleashed its power.

Thunder Cannon!

The most popular soul tool used by the Han Dynasty.

A terrifying bolt of lightning instantly ripped through the sky, heading straight for the opposite side. The blue-purple lightning caused the air to distort violently, and Number 85, who had just dodged the weakened shell, had already changed his expression drastically.

Level 6! This is at least a Level 6 Thunder Cannon! My soul-guided shield can't stop it at all.

He hesitated for only a moment before shouting, "I surrender!"

It's not that he has no way to defend himself; he can block it with an invincible shield, but that would be tantamount to admitting defeat!

Almost every Soul Master of Level 5 or above is equipped with an Invincible Shield, but the cost of that thing is extremely high, and it will never be used unless it is a matter of life and death.

In particular, using a soul tool made outside of the competition is tantamount to admitting defeat.

"Boom—" The Thunder Cannon fired and then stopped, but even so, Number 85's body was still blown away instantly, and his Level 5 Soul Guidance Shield shattered instantly.

His own soul power was almost completely shattered, and his entire body was charred black. When he landed, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ajin couldn't help but sigh, "This contestant number 85 is really risking his life for money! I'm sure he's carrying an invincible shield, but he just can't bear to use it."

"That's true. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be willing to give it up either. Unfortunately, I'm not a Soul Master."

The outcome was already decided. The big man was still kind; otherwise, if he had just unleashed the full power of the Thunder Cannon, that number 85 would have been badly injured, if not killed.

"Thank you for your mercy."

Number 85 got up from the ground and immediately bowed deeply to the big man. Although he had lost the match, his opponent stopped fighting immediately after he conceded, which filled him with goodwill.

The big man didn't say anything, just nodded to him, and went off the stage to receive the award.

Three matches. Two have already concluded.

The power of Number 96 and the formidable strength of Number 88's final level 6 soul tool left a very deep impression on people.

The duels between Soul Masters are always very quick; even a slight difference in strength can easily become apparent during the competition.

And now, the main event is finally about to begin.

The team that made the bet is about to start their match.

The gamblers' breathing became noticeably rapid; the previous two rounds had ended, leaving some happy and others sad.

And this third match... it has the highest odds!

Those gamblers who had bet on Han Yu were particularly anxious.

Even though they knew their chances were slim, they would persevere to the very end, no matter how small the chance!

That's a huge payout of 3 to 1. If you bet on it, you'll make a fortune.

The gamblers who bet on Soul Master No. 98 were not worried at all.

With six soul tools against one, unless the opponent has a decisive means, the advantage or disadvantage is far too obvious.

They have absolutely nothing to worry about.

With a slight smile, a hint of coldness appeared on Han Yu's face as she stepped onto the stage, propelled by the staff.

On the other side, Number Ninety-Eight also came onto the stage equipped with all six of his soul tools.

Their eyes met, and Number Ninety-Eight smiled slightly. "Kid, are you feeling the pressure now? Go down."

"Considering the generous gift you gave me, I don't want to kill you. I'll spare your life."

Han Yu said with a livid face, "The match hasn't even started yet, how do you know you're guaranteed to win?"

"Let me tell you, my soul power is quite formidable. Hmph!"

Number Ninety-Eight laughed and said, "Is that so?"

Are you planning to use your shield to hold out until my soul power is exhausted?

Do you think this is realistic?

I have at least a hundred ways to break through your defenses.

"Kid, if you kneel down and admit defeat now, I might spare you this time."

Han Yu felt a pang in his heart. Although he had deliberately feigned weakness to the enemy, he was still somewhat displeased by what his opponent had said.

"Then let's see each other in the match. I hope you won't cry after you lose. The Dark Azure Dragon, right? That's mine now."

Han Yu snorted coldly, looking completely blustering but actually cowardly.

"My Dark Azure Dragon is right here. I'm afraid you can only look at it, hahaha!"

Number Ninety-Eight flicked his right hand, and a dark cyan light danced at his fingertips, like a living serpent.

It must be said that he does have profound expertise in the production of soul tools.

"Referee!" Han Yu suddenly shouted.

All three referees looked at him with suspicion.

Han Yu said, "Three referees, I have already handed over my bet to you. Now that the soul tool is finished, shouldn't number 98 also hand over the bet he made against me to you?"

That's fair, isn't it?

Number Ninety-Eight's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered and magnanimously held the Dark Azure Dragon Carving Knife in his palm.

"Take it. It'll be back in my hands soon anyway."

When the referee took away his carving knife, Han Yu clearly saw a hint of reluctance in Number 98's eyes.

No matter what level a Soul Master is, they treat their commonly used carving knife with the same intimacy as a child!

Suddenly letting go will inevitably cause some discomfort.

The two entered the arena, one on each side. Each had brought their own soul-guided device that they had made earlier.

Han Yu laid the shield flat on her lap, gently stroking its surface. The unease on her face gradually disappeared, and she finally revealed a confident smile.

He was absolutely certain that this shield was one of the most successful soul tools he had ever created in his life.

He named the shield the Strongest Shield.

"Are you ready?" came the referee's question from the direction of the referee's stand, which was high off the ground.

"Ready?" Han Yu and Number Ninety-Eight said almost in unison.

"Alright. Raise the protective soul-guiding shield."

A pale yellow soul-guided shield rose, transforming into a hemispherical shape that completely covered the arena, preventing the power of soul-guided devices from damaging the Golden Hall during the competition.

Han Yu raised her shield, but Number Ninety-Eight opposite her looked calm and composed, holding a strangely styled soul-guided cannon in his right hand.

"The match begins!"

With a loud shout from the referee, the final match of today's top six tournament began.

Han Yu raised his hand and held the shield in front of him, but no spirit rings appeared on his body.

At the feet of Number 98 on the opposite side, six spirit rings rose one after another: two yellow, two purple, and two black. A dense wave of spirit power immediately emanated from his body.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack at all. Instead, he took a few steps forward and slung the soul cannon over his shoulder.

Of the six soul tools he made, apart from the invincible shield, this one took the longest to make.

The Soul Cannon, carried on his shoulder, seemed to be embedded in it, giving a sense of seamless integration.

This is an essential quality for an excellent Soul Master. The Soul Guidance Device they create must be compatible with themselves.

The number ninety-eighth soul-guided cannon is entirely silver-white, with a faint blue light shimmering on it. The frontmost muzzle is a flat rectangle, which looks somewhat strange, with a faint light shimmering on the dark, flat muzzle.

As his soul power increased, a soul tool on Number 98's waist began to emit light. It was also an energy-gathering soul tool, but it seemed to be gentler than Number 85's. At least on the surface, the soul power fluctuations did not appear to be too strong.

However, after this soul tool was activated, the muzzle of the soul cannon on Number Ninety-Eight's shoulder emitted a bright blue light, and there was also a faint black aura flowing around the muzzle.

Han Yu completely concealed his body behind the shield.

On his shield, the edges glowed with blue light, and a halo of light appeared faintly, making the shield's protective volume larger. The spherical metal in the center remained unchanged, but the silver-white area in the center and at the edges emitted a stronger white halo.

Visually, it looks quite appealing.

However, the gamblers who have bet on him are now almost all in despair.

With just this one shield, can it really deplete the opponent's soul power?

At this moment, they also saw Han Yu's spirit rings: two yellow, two purple, and one black—a perfect five-ring combination.

But there are only five!

How can a Soul King outlast a Soul Emperor? A Soul Emperor's soul power is at least two to three times that of a Soul King.

In order to avoid revealing his identity, Han Yu is not currently showing the true color of his soul ring.

They all use mimicry to cover it up.

"Whoosh—"

The Soul-Guided Cannon No. 98 fired, and a dark green light streak instantly stretched across the sky, heading straight for the sweeping cold rain.

In the central VIP room, the Third Elder muttered, "I want to see how this kid will use that shield to block Merck's Corrosion and Decomposition Cannon."

Amplified by the Dark Azure Dragon, the Corrosion Decomposition Cannon's destructive power ranks among the top of level six soul tools. Although its explosive power is not strong, its sustained destructive power is the strongest. Whether his shield is equipped with reflective or absorbent rays, they can only affect physical objects.

How can we defend against it?

On the competition stage, Han Yu has already demonstrated how he resisted.

With a shield in front of him, he kept chanting something in a low voice, and his eyes were shrouded in gray under the shield.

The corrosive cannon was about to reach his shield.

Suddenly, a layer of gray airflow was released from Han Yu's body, condensing into a cloud of smoke, which actually blocked the path of the corrosive decomposition cannon.

Amid a series of hissing sounds, mist rose from the competition stage.

The cold rain was too heavy to move, but a pitch-black skull appeared before him.

As if summoned out of thin air, the skeleton forcefully blocked the light band of the Corrosion and Decomposition Cannon the moment after the gray fog had blocked it.

The skeleton quickly turned dark green, and then its entire body emitted a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The chanting of the cold rain continued, and streams of gray energy were constantly released from his body, merging into the black skeleton in front of him. The skeleton swayed after being hit by the light, but it remained swaying and did not disintegrate.

Everyone was taken aback by what they saw.

Number 66 wasn't using a soul tool to defend against Number 98's attack at all; it was clearly the power of his martial soul.

His martial spirit is a skull?

And is it a skeleton summoned outside the body?

However, why didn't his spirit rings light up when he was increasing the skeleton's resistance?

While everyone was surprised, Han Yu herself was also somewhat astonished.

He felt that when he used the necromancy taught by Elder Yi, it was incompatible with his Sharingan martial soul.

His mental strength was now so powerful that he sensed something was wrong and immediately retracted his Spirit Eye Soul Ring following the feeling of the incantation.

At that very moment, Han Yu suddenly felt as if something deep within her mind had shattered.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden realization, accompanied by a wealth of information, flooded his mind.

If it were anyone else, and so many strange things suddenly appeared in their mind, they would probably be stunned and taken advantage of by their opponent.

However, Han Yu had already cultivated her mental power to an extremely high level. After a moment of shock, she immediately used her mental power to control this part of the information, which was like a memory, and temporarily sealed it in her sea of ​​consciousness.

He continued chanting his incantation.

The bizarre scene shocked everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of all the spectators, a gray spirit ring quietly rose from beneath Han Yu's feet.

That's right, it's a gray spirit ring. A deathly gray.

The moment it appeared, the entire golden hall seemed to lose its luster.

Behind the cold rain, a tall and imposing figure appeared and disappeared. Although only the outline was visible and the features were unclear, the boundless aura of majesty instantly shocked the entire audience.

Almost everyone who had been sitting upright in the central VIP room jumped up at the same time, their faces filled with horror, including the female vice-leader.

They all quickly stood by the window, staring intently at the cold rain below.

With the appearance of the gray spirit ring, Han Yu's feeling immediately changed completely.

All the spells that the Necromancer Saint and the Undead Scourge Elex had taught him in the past appeared clearly in his mind.

Each incantation is like the construction of a model. The originally lengthy incantations seem to be shortened, and you only need to guide the models in your mind to complete the spell.

He raised the shield with his right hand. Because of this brief delay, the black skull in front of him shattered and turned into fragments under the effect of the corrosive decomposition cannon.

The corrosive decomposition cannon was about to strike Han Yu's Judgment Control Shield almost instantly.

Just then, Han Yu surprisingly put away his shield and placed it flat on his lap. Only then did Number Ninety-Eight see the lifeless gray in his eyes. (End of Chapter)