How Did He Have the Blade of Light and Holiness?!

An Litong glanced at A Shuai beside him, his brows tightly furrowed and his eyes filled with strange suspicion.

That sort of preference was not unheard of in Radiant City. In fact, many nobles had such tastes.

After all, it was perfectly normal for nobles to indulge in all sorts of wild games.

But that was the kind of thing only those debauched, pleasure-seeking noble dandies would do. He had never expected that the youngest Rank 9 Soul Master in history would also...

Could this be some eccentricity unique to geniuses?

In that brief instant, An Litong thought of many things.

But he quickly cast those speculations from his mind.

Though his guesses were somewhat shocking, they would not prevent A Shuai from helping the Aodu Chamber of Commerce win the tournament championship.

On the stage, the host next introduced the seven judges.

All seven judges were high-level Soul Engineers. Three of them were Rank 9 Soul Masters, while the remaining four were all at the Rank 8 Soul Master level.

The moment these seven took the stage, they exuded an imposing presence.

Their speeches were clearly far less confrontational. They focused more on the fairness of the competition, then offered some meaningless words of encouragement to the nine contestants.

The seven judges' seats had been arranged on the competition stage. Seven comfortable large chairs had already been brought up.

There were also nine Soul Tool workbenches on the spacious stage.

Compared to the workbenches used in the previous matches, these nine were twice as large in size alone.

At that moment, staff from the three major underground factions were arranging the equipment and Rare Metals they had brought.

Before the competition had even begun, the contest among the three sides was already underway.

A Shuai glanced over the nine