This time, following Chen Ping's instructions, He Caitou truly intended to show some of his real abilities.
Among them was a trump card he had continually refined over the years since the previous tournament, but had never revealed to the world in its complete form.
Compared with five years ago, He Caitou had grown even more powerfully built.
He was only slightly younger than Bei Bei and was nearly twenty this year.
As he stepped onto the competition platform, his burly, dark-skinned figure gave off an immense sense of pressure.
The two contestants saluted each other before the referee.
"He Caitou of Shrek Academy, rank sixty-five food-type Battle Soul Emperor."
"Heavenly Armor Sect-pfft, what?"
Han Yu of the Heavenly Armor Sect had just begun introducing himself when he spluttered.
A rank sixty-five Soul Emperor? And a food-type Battle Soul Emperor at that?
How strange. How could the words of the Douluo Continent even be put together like that? That wasn't right.
Han Yu sank into profound confusion, even hoping He Caitou would realize he had misspoken, hurry up and take back what he had just said, then say it again.
Unfortunately, He Caitou merely looked at Han Yu with an honest smile and nodded at him with absolute certainty.
The referee repeated the same old competition rules, deliberately emphasizing this time that intentionally killing an opponent would result in a loss, before finally having the two retreat to their respective sides to prepare.
He Caitou walked to the edge of the competition platform and planted his feet.
As he spun around, the string of Space Soul Tools hanging from his body flashed with dazzling light, and a great quantity of metal components prepared well in advance unfolded around him.
Of course, the most eye-catching feature was still the pair of