Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

He waved his hand again, and more parts rushed toward him like moths to a flame, forming a swirling vortex of metal around him.

With lightning speed and agility, he accurately grasped the necessary parts from the flow of components, his hands working like precision instruments, assembling them at a dazzling pace.

One, two, three... more and more parts were assembled by him, gradually forming larger components.

He worked intently, his eyes sharp, as if he could see through the internal structure of the metal.

His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation or pause; every action was precise and effective.

He doesn't need to use his eyes; with his deep understanding of the shapes and structures of the parts, as well as his years of accumulated experience, he can accurately locate the required parts and assemble them perfectly.

After completing each larger component, he would carefully place it on the workbench, arranging it neatly, displaying his skills like a work of art.

As time went by, a row of complete components had been placed on the workbench. They were of different shapes, yet they echoed each other, as if foreshadowing the powerful weapon that was about to be born.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Yu's forehead, but he was completely unaware of it, as all his energy was focused on the parts in his hands.

His breathing became even and deep, as if he had entered a state of selflessness.

He was immersed in the joy of creation, enjoying the sense of accomplishment of turning scattered parts into a complete work.

Ye Yulin observed quietly from the side, her eyes filled with admiration.

He thought to himself, "Just as I thought, he intends to create the core array last."

Although this approach is risky, it allows highly skilled Soul Masters to maximize their creativity.

He looked at the exquisite parts made by Han Yu, his heart filled with curiosity, and he couldn't wait to know the function of these parts.

A smile finally appeared on Han Yu's face, a smile that reflected both confidence in his skills and anticipation for the upcoming completion of his work. His movements became smoother and faster.

The individual parts on the table seemed to come alive in his hands, jumping and combining to form complete structures.

Even the ninth-level Soul Master judges were dazzled by the skill; although they were experienced, they had rarely seen such exquisite technique.

Although they didn't understand the specific purpose of these parts, they could see that every movement Han Yu made was full of skill and wisdom.

They noticed that every time Han Yu assembled a part, the parts fit together perfectly without any gaps.

As each component was completed, the weapon's streamlined shape gradually emerged, showcasing a unique mechanical aesthetic.

That sense of seamless unity is, in the eyes of a Soul Master, the most beautiful thing.

Old Wang suddenly sat up straight, his cloudy old eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light, his aged face filled with disbelief.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was momentarily speechless and could only exclaim in amazement, "Wow!" He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts and trying to process what he was seeing, and then added, "This Han is a genius!" This sudden voice was particularly clear in the relatively quiet judges' stand.

Although Old Wang's voice was not loud, it trembled slightly, revealing his inner excitement.

He instinctively gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His gaze was fixed on the competition stage, afraid of missing a single detail.

Keep in mind that the seven judges were seated on the competition stage, very close to the contestants.

To avoid interfering with the players' competition, they must remain quiet, even when communicating privately, and control their volume.

It's easy to imagine how stunning Han Yu's performance must have been for this experienced referee to break with convention and utter such a gasp.

Old Wang took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions. He turned to look at Ye Yulin beside him, his eyes filled with a desire for confirmation.

Ye Yulin nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Old Wang, you noticed too, didn't you?" His voice was soft, but carried an undeniable certainty.

The old man surnamed Wang glared at Ye Yulin with annoyance and said, "Old Ye, I'm not blind yet."

"How could I not see it!" He paused, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were thinking about something, and then asked, "However, can you tell which company specializes in such complex parts?" The company he was referring to was naturally the Soul Master sect.

As he spoke, he stroked his beard with his hand, his eyes filled with doubt.

Ye Yulin shook her head and slowly said, "It's not uncommon to use parts to assist soul tools; some sects also have unique techniques."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But I've never seen anything like it before, used so extensively and coordinated so precisely."

He raised his head, his gaze returning to Han Yu on the competition stage, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He then said, "But I have a vague feeling that this young man might usher in a new era for soul tools. It seems we were all wrong before."

His last words were spoken in a low voice, as if he were reflecting on his past perceptions.

Old Wang gave a bitter laugh, covered his chest with his hand, and said, "Don't be so explicit, okay? I'm getting old. I can't take this kind of blow anymore."

He sighed and continued, "Even if we know we're on the wrong path, at our age, we can only keep going." His tone carried a hint of helplessness and desolation.

Ye Yulin snorted dismissively and said, "That's your old man's idea."

"I don't believe things can't be changed." He straightened his back, his eyes brimming with vitality, and said, "I'm still very young; living another hundred years wouldn't be a problem."

Old Wang paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Relentless pursuit and an indomitable spirit—that's the difference between you and me! That's also the main reason why I've always been a step behind you."

He raised his head, looked at Ye Yulin sincerely, and said, "However, no matter how much you think highly of this young man, after this competition, when you discuss the combination of parts and soul tools with him, you must invite me." There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Let's join in too," several other referees chimed in.

Ye Yulin slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers slightly spread, like a master conducting the rhythm of a piece of music.

A ring of pale golden light surged from his palm, spreading rapidly like ripples, eventually forming a semi-transparent spherical light shield that enveloped all seven referees.

The protective shield shimmered with a soft light, perfectly isolating the sounds within and ensuring their conversation wouldn't leak out and affect the young Soul Masters who were fighting hard in the arena.

His sharp gaze swept over the other six referees present, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and warning: "You old guys are all like mosquitoes that have smelled blood, eager to pounce on them and suck them clean."

"Observing and learning is fine, even listening in is no problem, but nobody can take this kid from me! Let me tell you, I've spared no expense for this grand event, even bringing out my latest Sun and Moon Divine Needles, just waiting for this kid to show his full potential!"

As he spoke, he gently patted an exquisite box at his waist, which faintly emitted a golden light, clearly containing the Sun and Moon Divine Needle he had mentioned.

The other six judges present were also highly respected figures in the Soul Master world, but they were still slightly inferior to Ye Yulin, a towering figure.

Seeing his assertive attitude, the crowd, though somewhat resentful, could only accept it helplessly. At this moment, Old Wang stepped forward, attempting to ease the tension.

He coughed lightly and said, "Alright, alright, Old Ye, who can't see through your little scheme? You just want to be the first to study this kid's technology, don't you?"

Don't worry, we won't fight you for it. However, since we all discovered this together, it's only right that we observe and study it together.

Furthermore, the competition rules set by these three underground forces are utter garbage! What do we Soul Masters rely on to compete? Besides the creation of the Soul Tool itself, the most important thing is the design concept and innovative thinking! How many Soul Tools today weren't born from innovation?

In my opinion, this kid's ability to combine parts with a humanoid soul tool, saving a lot of core magic arrays, is enough to win him the championship!

"I've decided to side with him. Anyone who dares to try and kill this kid during the match, hmph, I'll make them pay!"

Ye Yulin glanced sideways at Old Wang, a disdainful smile playing on her lips: "Do you need to worry about this? Look up at the sky, what's that? Do you really think I'm a pushover?"

Another referee couldn't help but speak up, "Doesn't this seem a bit inappropriate? These three major underground forces have shown us considerable respect. If we break the rules of the competition..."

Ye Yulin glared at him fiercely, like a lion about to pounce, and growled, "Bullshit! Old Zhang, I'm asking you, compared to the epoch-making advancement of soul tool technology, what the hell is this bullshit competition! Is it important? Tell me, is it important?!"

He asked "Does it matter?" twice in a row, his voice strong and clear, making everyone's eardrums buzz. In his bright eyes, there was a kind of almost fanatical passion, a passion for the ultimate pursuit of soul tool technology, and a desire for innovation and breakthroughs.

Old Zhang frowned, his lips moved a few times as if he wanted to persuade him further, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly, his momentum clearly weakening, and he forced a slightly stiff smile: "Alright, alright. Old Ye, whatever you say."

He paused, a hint of worry in his voice, "However... it's still best not to go too far."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the direction of the cold rain, then added, "Besides, if this young man can't even finish making his soul tools, he probably won't be able to participate in the later competitions!"

Ye Yulin snorted disdainfully, exhaling a breath of foul air from his nostrils. "It's fine if he doesn't participate." A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and his tone was arrogant. "At worst, I'll just make him another set of Sun and Moon Divine Needles as a greeting gift."

Old Wang thought to himself: Coercion and bribery! This old bastard has really lost all shame when he sees this outstanding young man.

This is clearly an attempt to seize by force! He felt a deep sense of regret: What a pity, what a real pity! Why didn't I meet such an outstanding young man sooner!

The referees were whispering and discussing amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Han Yu felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched by a venomous snake.

He subconsciously looked up and saw the referees, who were enclosed in a separate soundproof enclosure, staring intently at him, their gazes burning as if they wanted to see right through him.

A bad feeling washed over him: Oh no, he'd gone a bit too far with his showing off. He inwardly regretted it: Sigh! It would have been better to make the soul tool first, assemble the outer shell, and then directly assemble the parts inside! Unfortunately, it was too late now.

Han Yu took a deep breath and quickly made a decision: Fine, I'll just play along with them.

A playful smile quietly bloomed on his lips. He suddenly raised his head with a large movement, his gaze fixed straight at the sky. At the same time, his facial expression instantly became blank, his eyes vacant, as if they had lost focus.

The referees, who were already intently watching him, were startled by his sudden change in expression.

They were filled with doubt: What had happened? Regardless of their level, all Soul Masters reacted the same way in this situation. They all followed Han Yu's gaze and looked up into the dark night sky.

However, they immediately discovered that the direction Han Yu was staring at was empty except for a pitch-black night sky.

Unbeknownst to them, the instant they shifted their gaze, a distorted light, like a tiny venomous snake, silently pierced through the outer soundproof barrier and slipped into Han Yu's head from behind.

A jolt, like an electric current, rose from the soles of his feet and instantly spread throughout Han Yu's body, causing him to shiver involuntarily. This sudden tremor did not originate from the outside world, but rather from a tremor deep within his soul, as if something important had undergone a dramatic change without his awareness.

Han Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes glazed over for a moment, as if he had suddenly woken up, a trace of panic flashing in his pupils.

He subconsciously looked around, trying to find the source of the vibration, but everything around him seemed so normal, with nothing unusual about it.

The veteran referees keenly noticed Han Yu's unusual behavior, and they all turned their gazes to him, their cloudy old eyes filled with doubt and inquiry. (End of Chapter)