Feasting!

The competition had reached this point, and the schedule was already more than halfway over.

Ye Yulin could no longer understand what Chen Ping was doing at all. Everything he did had gone beyond the comprehension of this Rank Nine Soul Engineer.

With virtually no foundation in electromagnetics, Ye Yulin simply could not understand what the guide rails and armature Chen Ping was making were for.

He understood even less how this unconventional kinetic weapon worked—how an armature within the magnetic field of the guide rails would be subjected to Lorentz Force and propel the projectile forward.

After half the competition, Ye Yulin was even beginning to wonder whether his understanding of Soul Guidance Devices had fallen behind the times. Why were there so many operations he could not understand?

I should focus on that kid named Xie Guangkun instead. At least the Soul Guidance Device he is making is still within my technical knowledge.

Thinking this, Ye Yulin turned his gaze in another direction.

Below the Competition Stage, Feng Ling sat calmly in the audience rest area.

She seemed completely confident about what was happening in Mingdu and did not care in the slightest.

Only after the sounds from that direction subsided did she let out a soft snort, her expression filled with undisguised contempt.

Nangong Wan wore a faint smile as well.

To the people of the Holy Spirit Cult, victory was already assured.

Whether it was Shrek, the Body Sect, or the younger and older generations of the Star Luo Empire, none of them would escape.

As long as they entered that forbidden zone to the west, it would be a situation with no chance of survival.

Chen Ping appeared to be concentrating on crafting the casing of a Soul Guidance Device, but in truth, operations of