After surveying the others, Chen Ping stopped paying attention to his opponents' performances. He beckoned with his right hand toward the rare metals beside the soul tool workbench, and a dark-red piece weighing a full kilogram flew toward him.
The moment the rare metal flew over, a wave of scorching heat struck him in the face.
This was blazing sun iron, an extremely rare metal found only in the depths of volcanoes. Among these thirty-two types of rare metals, its value ranked in the top five.
The Xishui Alliance had provided so many rare metals today, but Chen An was no longer the head referee. To keep his intentions from being too obvious, Chen Ping naturally could not simply bundle everything up and sweep it all away again.
Thus, when making his soul tool, he naturally had to choose more of the precious rare metals.
Although the Flame Demon Fist Xiao Hongchen had brought out against Huo Yuhao a few days earlier had never managed to display its true power, it had genuinely given Chen Ping inspiration, making him realize what soul tool suited him best under these competition rules.
After hearing the rules earlier, Chen Ping had said that he could take any metal ingot, hammer it into a baseball bat, and beat his opponent until they cried for their parents, admitted that the baseball bat in his hand was a Level 9 Soul Tool, and conceded their inferiority. Still, there were three referees watching him during the competition. If he really just whittled out a Metal Rod, there was no way he would get past them.
After thinking it over carefully, Chen Ping had therefore worked out what form the soul tool best suited to him should take. He began rapidly cutting the rare metal in his hand