At those words, a trace of agreement appeared in all three referees' eyes.
If Chen Ping had made several Level 5 Soul Tools, they could still have explained it as a compromise he had made to produce more Soul Tools within the limited time.
But the pile of Soul Tools Chen Ping had made were all Level 4 Soul Tools, so the competition rule Number 98 had mentioned did indeed seem applicable.
However, just as the three referees were about to walk over to Chen Ping and announce his immediate elimination, Chen Ping extended his wrist, revealing the Milk Bottle strapped to it.
"Please take a look, referees. Although the fourteen Milk Bottles I made earlier were indeed only Level 4, the Milk Bottle on my wrist is a genuine Level 6 Milk Bottle. In that case, the rule Number 98 mentioned shouldn't apply, should it?"
Chen Ping's tone was not urgent; it could even be described as gentle and soft-spoken. Yet Number 98, who had already taken a step forward to approach Chen Ping and take his Carving Knife, instantly paled.
"Y-you're a Level 6 Soul Engineer? Don't you need a Ranked Carving Knife to help you even make Level 5 Soul Tools?"
As Number 98 looked at the faint smile on Chen Ping's face, his mind exploded with a buzz.
He's been hiding his abilities all along. He was betting that I would covet his Ranked Carving Knife! I've walked right into his trap!
For a moment, Number 98's expression turned exceedingly ugly. Even Number 96 beside him stiffened.
I've staked my Flame Wizard too!
The Chief Referee took the Amplifying Soul Tool offered by the Master of Ceremonies. He first announced the number of Soul Tools everyone had made, then said gravely, "In that case, Soul Engineer