A Battle Fought with Everything on the Line

If Chen Ping had been present, he definitely would have recognized the identities of at least half of the seven or eight Evil Soul Masters gathered here.

For example, the Deputy Cult Master whose body was hidden beneath a voluminous robe, though her prominent curves still revealed her impressive figure—the woman with gray-blue eyes—had to be Feng Ling, the Deputy Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult.

As for this Third Elder, he was naturally the only Rank Nine Soul Engineer among the Holy Spirit Cult's core members, the Nether Lightning Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Nether Lightning Sword Martial Soul.

This Second Elder, meanwhile, was actually the true person in charge of the entire Xishui Alliance: Centipede Douluo Nangong Wan. After being frightened by Shrek's Elder, he had immediately caved, spilling everything he could in one go. A genuine spineless coward.

On the Competition Stage, the three referees quickly inspected the three Ranked Engraving Knives they had submitted. Only after confirming there were no issues did they nod.

At that moment, Number Ninety-Eight—or rather, Mork—was nervously checking his five Level 6 Soul Guidance Devices. Although the brute force Chen Ping had displayed in several previous battles had been troublesome, the messy Level 4 Soul Guidance Devices Chen Ping had made were essentially useless.

In other words, what he had to face now was Chen Ping, who only possessed a single Level 6 Milk Bottle.

For a Soul Engineer, having Soul Guidance Devices versus having none made an enormous difference in the maximum combat strength they could unleash. After considering the gap in strength between them, Mork surprisingly noticed something.

Something was wrong. If they truly fought, Number Eighty-Eight, who could practically be said to have no Soul Guidance Devices aiding him in battle, might not necessarily be able