Nangong Wan's expression abruptly darkened as he watched the unexpected turn of events onstage.
How could he fail to see what Shangguan Wei'er could see? In fact, he saw it even more clearly.
He was a genuine Level 9 Soul Engineer. Precisely because of that, his face turned utterly grim, as black as the night.
"Good, good, good!" The three words were practically forced through his clenched teeth. He stared coldly at Shangguan Wei'er and sneered. "What a fine scheme, Sister Shangguan. Who knows where you found a soul engineer approaching Level 9? You've been playing Brother An and me for fools."
"What? A soul engineer approaching Level 9?" An Litong also shot to his feet. Although he had noticed that the Ordinary Alliance fellow onstage who was using his own arm to make a soul tool was extraordinary, enduring excruciating pain without a change in expression, he had never imagined that Jiang Hai was a soul engineer approaching Level 9. The man was cutting into his own flesh with a knife! Such a ruthless character seemed less like a normal person than one of the Xishui Alliance's freaks. But someone of that level belonged at the Referee's Stand, not onstage among the contestants.
This was the gap in underlying strength between the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and the Ordinary Alliance and Xishui Alliance. Although An Litong was the president of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, it was an alliance of various organizations, including a killers' guild, a mercenaries' guild, and an assassins' alliance. As president, An Litong merely maintained the balance among the major guilds. The Aodu Chamber of Commerce was not entirely under his control, and although he was quite powerful himself, he was not a soul engineer.
The Ordinary Alliance was actually much the same, but Shangguan