Caught in the Trap

At his words, all three judges showed a trace of agreement in their eyes.

If Chen Ping had made several Level Five Soul Tools, they could have explained it as a trade-off he had made to produce more Soul Tools within the limited time.

But the pile of Soul Tools Chen Ping had made were all Level Four Soul Tools, so Number Ninety-Eight's cited competition rule did indeed apply.

However, just as the three judges were about to walk over to Chen Ping and announce his immediate elimination, Chen Ping raised his wrist and revealed the Milk Bottle tied around it.

"Please take a look, judges. While the fourteen Milk Bottles I made earlier were indeed only Level Four, the Milk Bottle on my wrist is a genuine Level 6 Milk Bottle. In that case, the rule Number Ninety-Eight mentioned should not apply, correct?"

Chen Ping's tone was unhurried, even gentle, but Number Ninety-Eight, who had already taken a step forward to seize Chen Ping's engraving knife, instantly turned pale.

"Y-you're a Sixth Level Soul Engineer? Didn't you need a Ranked Engraving Knife to assist you even when making Level Five Soul Tools?"

Looking at the faint smile on Chen Ping's face, Number Ninety-Eight felt his mind explode with a buzz.

He had been hiding his true ability all along. He had bet that I would covet his Ranked Engraving Knife! I fell right into his trap!

For a moment, Number Ninety-Eight's expression turned incomparably ugly. Even Number Ninety-Six beside him stiffened.

My Flame Wizard is on the line too!

The head judge accepted the Amplifying Soul Tool handed over by the host. He first announced the number of Soul Tools everyone had made, then said in a deep voice, "In that case, Soul Engineer Number Eighty-Eight is qualified to