Ghost Martial Armor (Ten Thousand Characters Daily)

As the Head Referee, he normally did not need to do this, but he truly wanted to get a close look at Huo Yuhao's soul tool.

That was why he had personally taken the Competition Stage as the referee.

The Soul Engineer from the Ao Du Commerce Association had created a strange-looking Long-Handled Battle Blade. It somewhat resembled a pudao, with a long handle and broad blade, immensely heavy.

The blade itself was only two chi long, but its handle was as thick as an ordinary person's forearm. It could only be described as exceptionally ugly and misshapen.

However, Zhao Shouze of the Ao Du Commerce Association, the Soul Engineer who had made the blade, was extremely confident in himself. His gaze at Huo Yuhao brimmed with disdain.

What use is a flashy but impractical suit of armor? A Humanoid Soul Tool like that probably needs more than a dozen commands working together just to throw a punch. I only need to twist it a little to wrench it apart, then chop through the gaps a couple of times and dismantle the whole thing into scraps.

Ye Yulin looked at Huo Yuhao and the Ao Du Commerce Association's representative, then said in a deep voice, "State your names and prepare for battle. Let me emphasize this: life and death are of no concern in this match. It will continue until one side admits defeat or loses the ability to fight."

"If you feel that you cannot defeat your opponent, speak up early so you do not bring disaster upon yourself."

"Soul Heavenly Cripple."

Huo Yuhao's voice was brief and forceful.

"Ao Du Commerce Association, Zhao Shouze."

"Begin." Ye Yulin abruptly shot into the air, declaring the start of the match.

This was not a sparring match like the Continental Advanced