By this point, the competition was already more than halfway through.
Ye Yulin could no longer make any sense of what Chen Ping was doing. Everything he did had gone beyond this Level 9 Soul Engineer's understanding.
With almost no grounding in electromagnetic technology, Ye Yulin could not understand what the rails and armature Chen Ping was making were for.
Still less did he understand how this thing worked: the armature within the rails' magnetic field would experience Lorentz force, propelling the projectile forward-a firing method for a nontraditional kinetic weapon.
After half the competition, Ye Yulin was even beginning to wonder whether his understanding of soul tools had fallen behind the times. Why was every operation something he could not understand?
He should focus on that boy named Xie Guangkun instead. At least the soul tool he was making fell within Ye Yulin's technical knowledge.
With that thought, Ye Yulin turned his gaze in another direction.
Below the competition platform, Feng Ling sat calmly in the spectators' rest area.
She seemed to have everything well in hand regarding what was happening in Mingdu and paid it no mind at all.
Only when the sounds over there died down did she give a soft snort, brimming with undisguised disdain.
A faint smile appeared on Nangong Wan's face.
In the eyes of these members of the Holy Spirit Cult, victory was already in their grasp.
Neither Shrek, the Body Sect, nor the younger and older generations of the Star Luo Empire would escape.
As long as they entered that forbidden area to the west, they would face certain death, without a single chance of survival.
At this moment, Chen Ping appeared to be concentrating on making the soul tool's casing, but in truth, an operation of this complexity barely required any