According to the Rules, You're Eliminated

Even though more than half the time had passed and Number Ninety-Eight on the opposite side had already completed three pieces, Chen Ping still had not finished and submitted a single Soul Guidance Device.

His workbench was now covered with all kinds of metal components: dog legs, spider legs made from various metals, and parts scattered everywhere. It looked as though a tableful of little metal animals had been dismembered on Chen Ping's Experimental Table.

Aside from that, Chen Ping's Experimental Table also held various standard-issue Soul Guidance Devices, such as long-range Soul Guidance Cannons and Piercing Soul Guidance Spears fitted with high-frequency vibrations. Without exception, however, every one of those Soul Guidance Devices was Level Four. There was not a single Level Five one.

Even so, Chen Ping's performance still made Number Ninety-Eight feel uneasy. In just over three hours, Chen Ping had practically used up all the Rare Metal before him!

Yes, all of it. At least half a ton of Rare Metal had now become Rare Metal powder beneath the machine, along with the mountain of components spread across Chen Ping's table. The sheer quantity made Number Ninety-Eight's scalp tingle.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Glancing at the parts on Chen Ping's table, which seemed sufficient to assemble more than a dozen Soul Guidance Devices, Number Ninety-Eight secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything Chen Ping was making was Level Four. He did not even have a single Level Five Soul Guidance Device, while all three devices Number Ninety-Eight had made were Level 6 Soul Guidance Devices.

Once he made another one or two Soul Guidance Devices, even if his total number was lower than a mix of Level Five and Level 6 Soul Guidance Devices, he would still have ample grounds during the judging stage to win