Where Did You Dig Up Such an Old Fossil?

The Soul Engineer representative from the Aodu Trading Company had also taken the stage.

The soul tool he had crafted over the previous three hours was a long-handled battle saber. He had actually gone with a melee weapon.

His saber was about as long as Chen Ping's Rapid-Fire Cannon. The blade itself was roughly two feet long, while the rest was a thick handle as wide as an egg. Standing onstage with the massive saber in hand, he cut a rather imposing figure.

As the Soul Engineer who had crafted the weapon, Zhao Shouze of the Aodu Trading Company was extremely confident in himself. His gaze toward Chen Ping was filled with undisguised contempt.

He refused to believe that this so-called electricity-generates-magnetism technology could possibly have much killing power. Could something that could not even be infused with soul power be called a soul tool?

In his eyes, Chen Ping's soul tool was nothing but a flashy gimmick. Its fancy construction method and its use of lightning as a direct power source were all just tricks. Once they started fighting, it would surely shatter at the first clash.

Ye Yulin looked at both sides and said gravely, "State your names. Prepare for battle. Let me emphasize this: life and death are not our concern in this match. It will continue until one side concedes or loses the ability to fight. If you cannot win, surrender quickly to avoid injury."

"Cai Xukun."

Chen Ping's voice was grim and icy, brief and forceful.

"Aodu Trading Company, Zhao Shouze."

"Begin."

As Ye Yulin rose into the air, the match officially began.

This was not some "official" "sparring match" like the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Tournament. This was a true fight to the death, so naturally there were no protective measures.