At this moment, dozens of Metal Tables had been placed on the competition stage, with flashes of Soul Tool light appearing from time to time.
Some Metal Tables had also been placed around the circular platform, more than a hundred in total. Some of them were already vacant.
The rings of Sapphire Blue Velvet Chairs around the perimeter were filled with people, yet everyone remained quiet, watching the busy figures at the central Metal Tables with rapt attention.
By conservative estimates, there were more than two thousand spectators. From their clothing alone, it was clear that they were either wealthy or influential.
As Tang Wulin knew, those who could watch the competition in person were all major bettors, each having wagered at least ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Ordinary people could only place their bets at the Outer Betting Stations of these underground forces.
Huo Yutong had already registered in advance. She gave Tang Wulin a slight nod, then walked onto the competition stage.
The rules were simple: before the sand in the hourglass on the table ran out, one had to create a level 3 or above Soul Tool.
For Huo Yutong, now a Quasi-Level 7 Soul Engineer, this posed no difficulty at all.
Thus, while she began engraving, she struck up a conversation with the elderly man in yellow before her.
"Sir, you're a Soul Engineer too, right? May I ask what level Soul Engineer you are?"
The elderly man serving as referee had not expected Huo Yutong to speak to him. However, he showed no displeasure and instead replied kindly.
"Level 3."
His granddaughter was about the same age as Huo Yutong. Coupled with the fact that Huo Yutong's current appearance was exceptionally adorable, he instinctively felt rather close to her.
Continuing the work in her hands,