If Chen Ping had been present, he would certainly have recognized a good few of the seven or eight evil soul masters there.
For instance, this deputy leader whose body was concealed beneath a broad robe, yet whose prominent curves still revealed her stunning figure-the woman with gray-blue eyes-had to be Feng Ling, the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.
And this Third Elder was naturally Nether Thunder Douluo, the only Level 9 Soul Engineer among the Holy Spirit Cult's core members, whose martial soul was the Nether Thunder Sword.
As for this Second Elder, he was actually the true helmsman of the entire Xishui Alliance, Sky Centipede Douluo Nangong Wan. After being given a fright by an elder of Shrek, he had immediately backed down and coughed up everything he could in one go, a spineless coward through and through.
On the competition platform, after a quick inspection, the three referees confirmed that there were no problems with the Ranked Carving Knives the three contestants had submitted, then nodded.
At this moment, Number 98, or rather Mo Ke, was nervously inspecting his five Level 6 Soul Tools. Although the brute strength Chen Ping had displayed in his previous matches was quite troublesome, the assorted, haphazard Level 4 Soul Tools Chen Ping had made were essentially useless.
In other words, what he had to face now was actually a Chen Ping with only a single Level 6 Milk Bottle.
Having soul tools and not having them made a world of difference to the maximum fighting strength a soul engineer could unleash. Thus, after considering the difference in their fighting strength, Mo Ke discovered something surprising.
No, if they really fought, Number 88, who could practically be said to have no soul tools to assist him in battle, might not