However, even though well over half the time had passed and Number 98 opposite him had already completed three pieces, Chen Ping still had not finished and submitted a single soul tool.
His workbench was now covered in all manner of metal components, including dog legs and spider legs made from various metals, with more parts scattered across the floor. It looked as though Chen Ping had dismembered a tableful of little metal animals on his laboratory table.
Of course, Chen Ping's laboratory table also held various standard-issue soul tools, such as long-range soul cannons and piercing soul spears enhanced with high-frequency oscillation. Without exception, however, these soul tools were all Level 4. There was not a single Level 5 piece.
Even so, Chen Ping's performance still gave Number 98 opposite him a trace of unease, because in just over these six hours, Chen Ping had already used up practically all the rare metal in front of him!
Yes, all of it. These rare metals, which had weighed at least half a ton, had now become rare metal powder beneath the machine tool and that tableful of components Chen Ping had laid out. Their sheer number made Number 98's scalp prickle.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
Glancing at the components on Chen Ping's table, which seemed sufficient to assemble more than a dozen soul tools, Number 98 secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything Chen Ping was making now was a Level 4 soul tool, without even a single Level 5 piece, whereas all three soul tools he had made were Level 6.
Once he made another one or two soul tools, although he would have fewer than if he had made a mixture of Level 5 and Level 6 soul tools, he would have ample grounds during the judging stage