Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Nangong Wan's sharp gaze not only intimidated Lu Qi but also sent a chill down the spines of the other contestants on stage. They all turned their gazes toward the young man from the Xishui Alliance, their eyes filled with apprehension and curiosity.

What kind of strength does this seemingly ordinary boy possess that has attracted Nangong Wan's attention so much?

An Litong, the president of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, maintained his hypocritical smile. He narrowed his eyes and subtly observed Han Yu and the other two behind Nangong Wan.

Although these three were young, the soul power emanating from them was not to be underestimated; they were clearly elite disciples who had undergone careful training. An Litong thought to himself, it seems that the Xi Shui Alliance is determined to win this competition.

He said to Nangong Wan with a forced smile, "Alliance Leader Nangong, I've long admired your name! I've heard that there's a young talent among your Xishui Alliance's contestants, but I thought it was just a rumor. I didn't expect that you actually selected such a young contestant!"

Truly extraordinary and ingenious!

An Litong's words seemed like a compliment, but his tone was full of sarcasm and probing. He deliberately emphasized the word "young," implying that Xi Shui Meng's participation in the competition was too frivolous, sending out a mere greenhorn.

Nangong Wan naturally understood the underlying meaning in An Litong's words, but her face showed no anger. She simply smiled faintly and said:

"Our Xishui Alliance is full of talented people, this is nothing." As he spoke, he smiled disdainfully, as if he didn't take An Litong seriously at all.

An Litong's expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly, "Old fox."

He had long been wary of Nangong Wan. Having dealt with her for so many years, he naturally knew of her true identity as an evil soul master. However, the fact that the Aodu Chamber of Commerce was backed by the military allowed him to barely maintain his composure in front of Nangong Wan.

Just then, a charming voice came from below the stage: "Oh! Brother Nangong, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever! It makes me so scared."

As they were speaking, a graceful woman walked onto the stage.

She wore a fiery red long dress, her long, glossy black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her delicate features were exquisitely made up, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and every gesture she made exuded the charm of a mature woman.

This woman was none other than Shangguan Weier, another representative of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce.

Shangguan Wei'er walked onto the stage, swaying gracefully as she approached Nangong Wan. Her delicate and frail appearance, coupled with her alluring eyes, immediately captivated many male audience members.

Nangong Wan's smile suddenly brightened. He looked at Shangguan Wei'er and said with a grin, "Long time no see, Sister Shangguan! Your eternally youthful appearance truly fills me with admiration!"

Nangong Wanke, who looked like an elderly woman, actually addressed Shangguan Weier as "elder sister." Everyone on the stage immediately felt a chill run down their spines, and the flirtatious feeling that had just arisen because of Shangguan Weier's alluring appearance vanished instantly.

Shangguan Wei'er's expression changed instantly, her previous charming demeanor replaced by coldness. She gritted her teeth and said, "Nangong Wan, you're asking for death!"

Nangong Wan's smile remained as warm as a spring breeze, but two clusters of silver-gray flames ignited in his deep eyes, as if a sleeping dragon was about to awaken.

His deep voice carried a hint of warning as he said to Shangguan Wei'er, "Sister Shangguan, you'd better calm down. The competition is about to begin. Whatever grudges you have, you can settle them after the competition."

Shangguan Wei'er sensed the chill in Nangong Wan's tone and couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her gaze sweeping over Nangong Wan like a sharp blade, and she coldly snorted, saying:

"Hmph, Nangong Wan, don't think I don't know what you're up to. I, Shangguan Wei'er, will remember what happened today, and I'll make you pay for this another day!"

After saying that, she turned her head away and ignored Nangong Wan.

The brief exchange between the three leaders, though brief, was filled with tension, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

They then stepped back to one side of the ring, their eyes fixed intently on the upcoming match.

Seeing how serious the three leaders were, the crowd watching around did not dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the competition.

After all, in such a situation, even the slightest mistake could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Han Yu's gaze swept across her opponents on the stage, trying to find a flaw in their behavior.

His opponents were from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce. All three Soul Masters were male, around thirty years old, and clearly had been trained for many years and were very experienced.

These three Soul Masters, though of ordinary appearance, possessed exceptionally sharp eyes, as if they could see through everything. They emanated faint fluctuations of soul power, clearly indicating their formidable strength.

Their stances were as steady as Mount Tai, and their breathing was calm and long, clearly indicating that they were all seasoned veterans.

In contrast, the three female Soul Masters sent by the Ordinary Alliance were particularly eye-catching. Female Soul Masters were already rare on the continent, let alone three stunningly beautiful women, which was undoubtedly a major highlight of the competition.

These three female soul mentors were all around twenty years old, with graceful figures and beautiful faces, like fairies stepping out of a painting. They wore brightly colored long dresses, each representing one of the three primary colors: red, yellow, and blue, making them particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

The woman, dressed in a long red dress, had long, glossy black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall. Her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisite, and her large, bright eyes sparkled. A faint smile always graced her lips, giving her a passionate and fiery aura.

The woman in the blue dress had short, neat hair, delicate features, and a cold, aloof demeanor, like an ice goddess. Her gaze was icy, she never smiled, and her entire being exuded a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Finally, the woman in the yellow dress had long, golden hair styled in an elegant updo. Her posture was upright, her demeanor graceful, like that of a royal princess. Her gaze was gentle, a faint smile playing on her lips, and every gesture exuded a noble air.

These three female soul mentors, though young, were not to be underestimated. They emanated powerful soul energy fluctuations, clearly indicating they had undergone rigorous training. Their eyes were firm and confident, showing they were full of confidence in this competition.

However, in Han Yu's eyes, they were just ordinary people.

Because they cannot control their own souls, everything they show on the surface is largely the result of training.

She lacks the natural, flawless beauty. No matter how many women like her there are, they are all just empty shells.

"Don't be tempted by beauty." Nangong Wan's voice was deep and powerful, like a warning bell ringing in the cold winter wind, echoing in Han Yu and Huang Zheng's ears.

"The female soul mentors trained by the Ordinary Alliance are all ruthless and vicious." He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two of them, as if he could see through their deepest thoughts.

"If you have the chance, strike hard immediately." His tone was even more sharp, carrying an unquestionable command. "Don't give them any chance."

Nangong Wan's last sentence was spoken extremely quickly, yet each word was like a knife, deeply etched into the hearts of Han Yu and Huang Zheng. Han Yu's heart trembled; Nangong Wan's words were like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, instantly bringing him to his senses.

Indeed, these female Soul Masters of the Ordinary Alliance have an advantage in a certain sense. Their beautiful appearance is a weapon that can easily deceive opponents and make them lower their guard without realizing it.

However, if their opponents feel pity for them or are captivated by their beauty, they will be met with a devastating and fatal blow.

When faced with a beautiful woman, any normal man would hesitate to fight her. This is human nature, but it is also a fatal weakness in combat.

Han Yu took a deep breath, keeping Nangong Wan's warning firmly in mind. He knew that in the upcoming matches, he absolutely could not underestimate any opponent, even if she was a stunning beauty.

Ye Yulin, the chief referee, waved his hand and his aged yet resonant voice echoed throughout the arena: "The three presidents may all leave. All participants, take your positions and prepare for the competition."

Nangong Wan, Shangguan Weier, and An Litong exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a cold glint, before turning and walking down from the platform. Yuan Gungun pushed Han Yu behind a soul tool crafting table before moving to the back of another one.

Ye Yulin stood with his hands behind his back, his aged face cold and stern. He showed no respect even to the three leaders of the three major underground forces, let alone the contestants.

If it weren't for Crown Prince Xu Tianran's personal invitation, he wouldn't have appeared here at all. The Sun and Moon Divine Needle he took out was something he reluctantly gave up after Xu Tianran promised him extremely generous compensation.

In his view, Soul Masters should focus on researching and creating Soul Tools; participating in competitions is a waste of time, especially competitions organized by these filthy underground forces.

Therefore, he had absolutely no goodwill towards these contestants.

Although both are level nine soul masters, Ye Yulin has a much higher status than Zheng Zhan, the Unbreakable Douluo.

Despite having different research directions, even though they are both level nine soul masters, their achievements differ.

He, Ye Yulin, is a top-tier ninth-level Soul Master in the Sun Moon Empire. His strength is enough to rank among the top three, and even slightly surpasses Jing Hongchen. He is known as the "Starry Sky Controller." At this moment, he is scrutinizing the nine contestants on the stage.

His deep eyes seemed to contain the power of stars, and wherever they passed, the air seemed to freeze. His sharp gaze swept across the faces of each contestant in turn, finally settling on a young man named Han Yu.

This cold rain represents one of the three major underground forces. Although it does not come from a prestigious family, it has an innate composure and confidence. This calm and unhurried demeanor made Ye Yulin nod in approval.

Ye Yulin spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the unique authority of a ninth-level Soul Master: "You will have three hours to craft Soul Tools. Each person may only craft one Soul Tool." His tone was unquestionable, imbued with an unyielding authority.

"Any material can be used, but no pre-made semi-finished products can be used. If any are found, the candidate will be immediately eliminated."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping across the room again to make sure everyone understood him, before continuing.

"At the same time, I must remind you that after three hours, you will have no rest time and will proceed directly to the skills assessment. The last place will be eliminated, and your ranking will affect your quarterfinal matchups." He deliberately emphasized the importance of the skills assessment.

"Therefore, when making soul tools, you must conserve some energy to avoid being overexerted and unable to cope with the subsequent skills assessment. The skills assessment is very difficult."

After saying this last sentence, Ye Yulin fell silent, standing quietly on the stage, waiting for the competition to begin. Hearing Ye Yulin's words, the nine contestants couldn't help but feel a chill; they knew the strength and authority of this master of the starry sky, and naturally dared not be negligent. Han Yu also composed herself, adjusting her state to prepare for the upcoming challenge.

"Start the timer! Soundproof shield, rise!" With Ye Yulin's command, a faint white light shield slowly rose from around the arena. The soft white light intertwined in the air and quickly formed a huge hemispherical light shield, enveloping the entire arena.

The noise from the outside world was completely shut out. Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin slowly sat back in his large, comfortable chair, his sharp gaze sweeping across the arena like a hawk's, finally settling on the participating Soul Masters who had already begun their actions, his eyes filled with anticipation and scrutiny.

Before the starting signal for the match had completely faded, Han Yu shot out like an arrow, stretching out both hands at the same time, like two nimble eagle claws, and grabbing two pieces of rare metal that emitted a faint luster.

With practiced and powerful movements, he pulled over the stamping device on the soul tool manufacturing table and began his work.

Unlike the other contestants, most of them chose to complete the extremely difficult core magic array first when they were full of energy. However, Han Yu did the opposite. What he started making first was the outer shell of the soul tool.

His hands flew across the screen, like butterflies flitting among flowers, so fast that they were almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

In his hands, pieces of cold, hard, rare metal seemed to come alive, constantly being shaped into various strange and intricate forms as his fingertips danced.

Various tools were used alternately in his hands, and the sounds of hammering, cutting, and grinding intertwined, creating a metal rhapsody.

It was precisely because of his unconventional choice that he stood out among the nine contestants. On his workbench, metal molds of varying sizes and shapes were being continuously produced. (End of Chapter)