"Well..."
Chen An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He could hardly say that these competition rules had been designed by the three referees the Xishui Alliance's higher-ups had just sent down.
And after what Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao had said, Chen An had clearly realized that these rules were so stupid they were practically smoking.
Take two Level 4 Soul Engineers: one a talented sixteen-year-old, the other a slippery thirty-year-old veteran. They might both be Level 4 Soul Engineers, but could their soul power levels be the same?
For a sixteen-year-old prodigy, however high their soul power level might be, even at Shrek, very few would have broken past Rank 50. Most would only be at Rank 30 or 40, and that was already quite good.
And a thirty-year-old Soul Master? Considering their status as a Level 4 Soul Engineer, they would have to be a Soul King at the very least. Even being a Soul Emperor was not impossible.
Have a Level 4 Soul Engineer at Rank 30 or 40 and a Level 4 Soul Engineer at Rank 50 or 60 each make a Soul Tool for a showdown in the Imperial City, with the winner taking all, and the latter would probably be so delighted they could laugh themselves awake from a dream. The former, however, would be cursing someone's mother.
Rules like these were clearly a textbook case of lazy administration: slap your head, and there was the idea; slap your chest, and it was settled.
It was easy to imagine that if any capable Soul Engineer was eliminated because of these rules and went home to tell their elders, the eventual script would certainly be the classic: slap your thigh-disaster; slap your backside-and run.
Chen Ping's words immediately made Chen An realize that