The soul engineer representing the Aodu Chamber of Commerce had also stepped onto the platform.
The soul tool he had made over the previous six hours was a long-handled war blade. He had actually taken the close-combat route.
His war blade was about as long as Chen Ping's rapid-fire cannon, with a blade roughly two feet long and the rest consisting of a shaft as thick as an egg. After taking the platform with the great blade in hand, he cut a somewhat imposing figure simply standing there.
As the soul engineer who had made this blade, Zhao Shouze of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce was, on the contrary, extremely confident in himself. His gaze brimmed with disdain as he looked at Chen Ping.
He did not believe this bullshit electricity-generated magnetism technology had much destructive power at all. Could a soul tool that could not even have soul power channeled into it count as a soul tool?
He believed Chen Ping's soul tool was nothing but a product made to court attention. Its flashy construction method and its ability to run directly on lightning were all mere gimmicks. Once it came up against him, it would surely shatter at the first touch.
Ye Yulin looked at both contestants and said gravely, "State your names and prepare to fight. Let me emphasize this: life and death are of no consequence in this match. It will continue until one side concedes or loses the ability to fight. If you are outmatched, concede as soon as possible to avoid injury."
"Cai Xukun."
Chen Ping's words were steeped in chilling coldness, brief and forceful.
"Aodu Chamber of Commerce, Zhao Shouze."
"Begin."
As Ye Yulin rose into the air, the match officially began.
This was no "proper" "sparring match" like the Continental Advanced Young