During breaks in his crafting, Number Ninety-Eight occasionally looked up at Huo Yuhao, puzzlement creeping into his eyes.
What exactly is this brat doing? Why hasn't he finished even one piece yet? If he dared to wager his own life, he must have some skill. Has he lost his nerve?
No, he must have some special method. His gaze is focused. He doesn't look as though he's given up.
With that thought, Number Ninety-Eight naturally began paying Huo Yuhao more attention. His gaze flicked across to him from time to time, and his own crafting slowed a little.
Soon, he noticed that what Huo Yuhao was making actually seemed to be a single soul tool. Those component-like pieces had been loosely arranged into the framework of a soul tool.
Making one soul tool? Is he planning to use a powerful soul tool against me, working a miracle through brute force?
Number Ninety-Eight narrowed his eyes. After a moment's thought, he immediately began making another soul tool.
His movements visibly quickened. Metal shavings flew from his hands, and a cold, sinister light flickered in his eyes.
Brat, aren't you planning to ambush me with a powerful soul tool? Then I'll make sure your plan dies in the womb.
Number Ninety-Eight narrowed his eyes. After a moment's thought, he immediately began making another soul tool. His movements visibly quickened. Metal shavings flew from his hands, and a cold, sinister light flickered in his eyes.
Brat, aren't you planning to ambush me with a powerful soul tool? Then I'll make sure your plan dies in the womb.
Soul tool crafting continued at a feverish pace. As the six soul engineers raised their hands more and more often, the gamblers who had been resting gradually roused themselves.
The ten-hour contest was drawing ever closer