Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Guess the rankings, guess the top three, guess the champion. There are even some strange ranking betting methods, you name it.

In order to maximize profits, the three major underground forces have racked their brains this time, fully leveraging their influence to lure more people in and get them involved in this final high-stakes gamble.

The rewards for the Soul Masters in this final competition are extremely generous.

The ultimate champion will receive a level nine soul tool, which is priceless in itself. They will also have the option to acquire a rare metal weighing up to one ton.

The final champion will have 49 rare metals to choose from, with the total weight not exceeding one ton. Each rare metal can weigh no more than 100 kilograms.

Besides the champion, the runner-up and third-place winner also received prizes, but they were much less valuable. They didn't have level-nine soul tools, but only a ton of rare metals.

As for those who placed fourth through ninth, they didn't even receive a single gold soul coin as a reward.

This reward system is undoubtedly intended to further ignite the competitive spirit of the nine participating Soul Masters.

Moreover, these are all official rewards, with each of the three major underground factions providing incentives to their respective team members. Upon victory, they will also receive a substantial reward from the underground faction they represent.

It is precisely because of such generous rewards that so many outstanding young soul mentors participated in this competition.

A fledgling hotel.

A heavy atmosphere enveloped the lobby of the Qingse Hotel, and everyone felt an invisible pressure.

The Third Elder frowned, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Chen An, his tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"Has Young Master Han not arrived yet? Are you sure you've informed everyone of the arrival time?"

Chen An felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head; his back was soaked with cold sweat. He quickly lowered his head and nervously replied:

"Third Elder, as you instructed, I notified Young Master Han immediately after the semi-finals, telling him to come early today to prepare."

His voice trailed off, almost inaudible, as if afraid his reply would anger this high-ranking elder. The Third Elder gave a cold snort, his tone icy:

"If they don't arrive on time, causing the Xishui Alliance to miss a crucial opportunity, you should understand the consequences!"

He paused deliberately, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Chen An's heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"You'll pay with your life!"

The Third Elder's voice boomed like thunder in the hall, making Chen An's face turn pale, her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Huang Zheng, number ninety-six, quickly stepped forward and said with a smile, "Teacher, please calm down. I believe Young Master Han will arrive soon."

After all, the rewards for this competition are so generous that no one would easily give up such an opportunity.

He spoke in a gentle tone and with a composed demeanor, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Standing beside him was Number Ninety-Eight, Merck, with a gloomy face and no words, as if he were immersed in his own thoughts. Only the dark blue dragon in his hand, a symbol of defeat, silently reminded him of his past glory and present desolation.

Just then, a deep voice came from the doorway, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly shattering the suffocating silence in the lobby:

"Third brother, there's no need to make things difficult for Chen An. I believe Young Master Han will keep his appointment on time. I'll have a good talk with him after the competition."

As they spoke, the burly leader of the Xishui Alliance, Nangong Wan, strode into the hall. His gaze swept across the entire room, and an invisible pressure immediately spread out.

At this moment, the Qingse Hotel has been completely taken over by the Xishui Alliance. It is heavily guarded, and burly men dressed in black can be seen everywhere inside and outside the hotel. They are wary and armed, and the entire hotel is completely surrounded.

In the center of the hall, besides Nangong Wan, the Third Elder, Moke, Huang Zheng, and others, there were also some heavy metal boxes piled up. Inside were the precious and rare metals needed for the competition. These metals gleamed with a cold luster, foreshadowing the fierce competition that was about to begin.

All eyes were on the boxes, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Inside the hall, the air seemed to freeze. Nangong Wan and the Third Elder both looked rather grim as they waited anxiously, hoping for a way to break the deadlock.

Just then, a series of footsteps approaching from afar broke the silence, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The footsteps were light and steady, with a special rhythm that made them stand out clearly in the quiet lobby.

Two burly men dressed in black appeared at the door first. Their eyes were cold and their steps were steady, like two guardian deities protecting the people behind them.

Guided by two men in black, Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun finally came into view.

Han Yu was still dressed in a simple black robe, with a silver mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep, star-like eyes that exuded a cold aura.

His steps were steady, each one seemingly measured with precision, exuding a powerful aura.

Beside him, Yuan Gungun was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wore a mask that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of small eyes that gleamed with a cunning light.

Upon seeing the two arrive, Nangong Wan and the Third Elder finally showed a hint of joy on their tense faces. They felt as if they had grasped a lifeline, and a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

Chen An quickly went to greet them, his face beaming with smiles, and said warmly, "Distinguished guests, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen An's tone was respectful and ingratiating, showing no sign of displeasure at Han Yu's lateness.

His gaze swept over Han Yu intentionally or unintentionally, and in the instant their eyes met, he nodded slightly, indicating with his eyes that the previously agreed-upon transaction was ready and there were no problems.

Han Yu noticed Chen An's little gesture, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a subtle curve. She also returned his gaze with a look that said, "Everything is under control."

He knew that this deal was a matter of life and death for the Xishui Alliance, and that he needed to rely on the Xishui Alliance's power to achieve his own goals.

Nangong Wan walked quickly to Han Yu, his face full of smiles, his tone full of gratitude and expectation: "You two have finally arrived. It's good that you came in time."

The glory of our Xishui Alliance rests on the shoulders of you two today.

Faced with Nangong Wan's enthusiasm, Han Yu simply nodded, her tone cold and calm: "We will naturally do our best."

His gaze swept over Nangong Wan and the Third Elder, his heart filled with vigilance. He knew that these two were likely elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, and their strength should not be underestimated.

With Han Yu's current cultivation level, dealing with these two would be a piece of cake, but he didn't act rashly. He knew that doing so would only alert them and jeopardize his subsequent plans.

As the Holy Spirit Cult gradually came to the surface, their formidable strength also came into Han Yu's view. He knew that the number of evil soul masters was vast, spread throughout the entire Sun Moon Empire, and that this was a powerful force that could not be ignored.

Back then, the original Douluo Du Busi once told Han Yu that it was extremely difficult for an evil soul master to become a titled Douluo.

But now, Han Yu is certain that the Holy Spirit Cult, which has accumulated over countless years, must have mastered the method to enable evil soul masters to break through.

Among the evil soul masters he had seen, there were at least four or five who were definitely at the level of Title Douluo.

For example, these two in front of us are at least Title Douluo-level evil soul masters.

Even the higher-ups at Shrek Academy would find them a real headache.

Moreover, these two individuals hold very high positions within the Holy Spirit Cult.

After all, the Xishui Alliance controls nearly half of the underground forces in Mingdu. As the economic source of the Holy Spirit Cult, it must be controlled by people of higher status.

Nangong Wan turned to Han Yu with interest, his gaze lingering on him for a moment. A playful smile appeared on his lips as he slowly spoke:

"Young friend Han, you left a deep impression on us last time we parted."

His tone carried a hint of mockery, as if he were hinting at something.

Han Yu felt a chill run down her spine, but she met his gaze without showing any emotion.

Nangong Wan's words made him feel uneasy, but he outwardly feigned vigilance and said in a deep voice:

"There's nothing to get close to. I'm just here to compete, and I have nothing to do with your underground forces."

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the words "underground forces" to express his stance.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan burst into laughter, as if he had heard some funny joke. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's alright, it's alright, let's talk about it after the match."

As he spoke, he turned to Chen An beside him and instructed, "Chen An, please tell your two young friends about today's final match."

Chen An stood silently to the side, having heard the entire conversation between the two.

His heart was already in turmoil, and Nangong Wan's words made him deeply suspicious of Han Yu's identity.

"The alliance leader should be from that place, how could you not recognize him? But Young Master Han's abilities are clearly..."

Chen An's mind raced, trying to connect all the clues, but she couldn't find the answer.

He had gained a lot from Han Yu, not to mention the upcoming cooperation between the two sides, all of which made him dare not offend Han Yu easily.

"Yes, Alliance Leader." Chen An suppressed his doubts, respectfully bowed to Nangong Wan, then turned to face Han Yu and Yuan Gungun, and said:

"Today is the final of this year's Mingdu Soul Instructor Elite Competition. The final will be jointly hosted by our Xishui Alliance, Pingfan Alliance, and Aodu Chamber of Commerce. The venue will be in the western suburbs, where we have already made all the arrangements."

Chen An walked to the center of the field, glanced at everyone, and slowly began to explain the rules of the final competition.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "The rules for this final competition have been finalized after careful discussion among our three parties."

He paused, giving everyone time to process the information, before continuing, "In this final competition, each of our three factions will send three of our most outstanding Soul Masters to participate, meaning there will be a total of nine contestants competing in the final."

His gaze fell on Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun, and he continued, "The first stage of the competition is the soul tool making process. We will provide each contestant with ample materials and three hours. During this time, the contestants need to give full play to their strength and create a soul tool that best represents their level."

Chen An deliberately emphasized the word "one," and then added: "It should be noted that during the competition, the contestants can only use the one soul tool they made. Therefore, whether to focus on attack or defense depends on the contestants' own situation and tactical arrangements."

Chen An paused for a moment, waiting for everyone to digest the rules of the first stage before continuing, "After the soul tool is completed, the second stage of the competition will take place—a skills test."

He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, saying mysteriously, "As for the specific test content, it's still a secret for now. We'll announce it on the day of the competition. However, I can reveal that this skills test will definitely surprise you and be extremely challenging!"

He looked around and saw the curious and expectant expressions on everyone's faces before continuing, "After three hours of intense soul tool making, I believe that all of you will be exhausted to varying degrees. At this point, a skills competition will undoubtedly be a comprehensive test of your physical strength, mental fortitude, and adaptability. Therefore, I urge you all to prepare in advance."

He held up one finger and gestured, "In the skills test, we will score each contestant based on their performance, and the contestant who ranks last will be eliminated."

"Next comes the third stage, the final practical training phase," Chen An said, her tone becoming more serious.

"In this stage, we will adopt a one-on-one elimination system. The eight finalists will compete in pairs based on their ranking in the skills test."

He explained in detail: "The contestant with the highest score in the skills test will face off against the contestant with the lowest score, and so on, until the top four are determined."

He clenched his fist and said passionately, "These four top experts will compete in the final round. They will draw lots to determine the semi-finals and finals, ultimately deciding the champion of this tournament!"

Chen An took a deep breath and summarized, "In short, the rules of this competition are designed to ensure the fairness and entertainment value of the competition to the greatest extent possible, so that every contestant has the opportunity to showcase their abilities."

He stared intently at the crowd and said, word by word, "But there are also some things we need to be aware of." (End of Chapter)