Douluo Jueshi: Obtain Sharingan at the beginning!

And Han Yu didn't even know who his opponent was, but he placed such a big bet.

Moreover, placing a bet before the game starts will minimize the impact on the odds.

Not only is he confident, but he is also very methodical.

Han Yu noticed Chen An's expression, smiled calmly, and said, "Why, are you afraid that I will lose?"

Chen An hurriedly shook his head and said respectfully, "I dare not, I just admire your courage."

Han Yu smiled, without comment, and said, "This young master likes this feeling, you will get used to it in the future. Let's go in."

Han Yu's number is sixty-six, and Chen An told him that his opponent today is a soul master number forty-eight.

Judging from the situation of the previous game, he should be an excellent fourth-level soul master, and it is possible that he will touch the threshold of the fifth level.

Entering the VIP lounge, Han Yu found a seat and sat down casually, waiting for the game to start.

Not far from him, two people were whispering something. When they saw Han Yu coming, they looked at each other, and one of them stood up and nodded to the one sitting, and then walked towards Han Yu.

There was a sign on his chest, which said No. 96, and the one sitting was No. 98.

Chen An sent Han Yu here and went out, after all, he still had a lot of things to do.

Han Yu took a glass of juice and just took a sip, and No. 96 came over.

"Hello, friend. Can we chat?"

No. 96 bowed slightly and greeted Han Yu politely.

Han Yu smiled and nodded, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please sit down."

No. 96 sat down on the sofa next to him and asked naturally: "May I ask..."

"No. 66." Han Yu smiled indifferently and interrupted No. 96.

No. 96 was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Han Yu didn't want to reveal his name.

His eyes flashed, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just smiled and said, "Number 66, nice to meet you. My name is number 96."

"Hello." Han Yu nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

"Number 66, are you here to participate in this Soul Master Competition?" Number 96 asked.

"Of course." Han Yu replied indifferently.

"Then what do you think of today's game?" Number 96 continued to ask, seeming to be very interested in Han Yu.

A glimmer of excitement flashed in Han Yu's eyes,

"It's interesting. Who said that we Soul Masters can't fight? I think it's good to fight with the Soul Masters we made ourselves."

Number 96 laughed and said, "I think it's good too. It seems that we are like-minded."

"Oh?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at number 96 with interest.

"I just saw the draw. We won't meet in this round." Number 96 explained.

"It doesn't matter if we meet, I will definitely win." Han Yu's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his tone was full of confidence.

"Really? We'll see when the time comes." No. 96 smiled indifferently, stood up, turned around and walked towards No. 98.

There was also a bit of disdain on his face.

For a young man sitting in a wheelchair with an arrogant look, he thought his test was enough.

Han Yu curled his lips and didn't even look at the two of them.

Want to test me?

Then you can test it slowly.

"Dear guests, the game is about to start."

The staff came in to notify.

No. 96 and No. 98 stood up at the same time. This time they didn't give in, but took the lead and strode out.

Han Yu snorted coldly behind the two of them, revealing a very dissatisfied meaning.

A fierce light flashed in No. 98's eyes. Just when he was about to attack, he was pulled by No. 96 and dragged to the golden hall.

The crowd was bustling and the noise echoed in the golden hall. Today's atmosphere was more enthusiastic than ever.

Han Yu took a deep breath. The metallic smell mixed with a faint smell of sweat refreshed him.

Looking up, forty-eight soul guide production tables were arranged in a ring on the central round platform, reflecting a cold light under the light.

These production tables were finally put to full use today, enough to accommodate all the qualified contestants.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and released mental detection. His perception spread like a tide and took control of the entire hall.

In the high places, the suspended VIP areas were already full. Among the elegant people, pairs of eyes were fixed on the competition venue.

Below, the ordinary area of ​​the golden hall was also crowded with people. The audience was looking forward to this peak soul guide showdown.

Sweeping the audience seats, Han Yu noticed some new changes behind the competition stage:

A rectangular platform was suspended in the air five meters above the ground by dozens of thick steel cables. The length almost spanned the entire hall, but the width was only about five meters. The platform was made of metal, shining with a cold luster under the lights.

"It seems that this is the venue for our competition this time."

Han Yu thought to himself that limiting the area to a narrow platform was obviously to compress the activity space, minimize the dodges and maneuvers of the players during the game, and lead the battle to a pure soul guide duel.

Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this special competition venue would have a huge impact on the tactical choices and on-the-spot performance of the soul guides.

Soon, under the guidance of the staff, Han Yu stepped onto the competition stage, and his eyes met with Yuan Gungun who was cheering for him in the corner.

This time, the forty-eight soul guide production tables were facing each other, and the opponent of each soul guide was the opponent decided by the draw in this round.

As for the rules and process of the draw, the organizer of the competition, Xishui League, was very secretive and did not make any explanation. This is also the consistent style of underground forces in holding competitions - do it casually, without explaining to anyone.

Han Yu's eyes fell on his opponent, No. 48, a young man who looked to be in his twenties.

To say that he was young, in fact, he was more like a weathered middle-aged man, and his appearance could be described as "unbearable to the eyes": collapsed nose bridge, small eyes, messy hair with dry yellow, and even a piece missing in the middle of the top of the head, revealing a scalp that made people's scalp numb.

However, on such an unforgettable ugly face, there was a pair of piercing eyes, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm and persistence for the production of soul guides.

He ignored Han Yu who was already in position on the opposite side, but stared at the various rare metals placed on the competition stage, as if those cold metal blocks were priceless treasures in his eyes.

All soul guide production tables have a three-layer storage grid, and each layer is filled with various metals. They are the raw materials for this game and the cornerstone of their victory.

The first layer is conventional metals.

The two layers above are rare metals.

There are as many as 32 kinds of rare metals alone.

Such rich preparations are enough to make even a seventh-level soul guide.

Xishui League is to test the abilities of these soul guides.

It can be considered quite generous.

Don't forget that the soul guide produced belongs to the soul guide himself.

Forty-eight pieces of such rare metals alone are already very precious.

At this time, in front of the competition stage, three small circular platforms slowly rose, and an old man stood on each platform.

The platform rose until it was about one meter higher than the competition stage before it stopped.

The old man standing in the center said in a deep voice: "Hello, soul masters, guests.

I am the chief referee of this game.

The game is about to start.

The time will be officially counted after I announce the start of the game.

The time limit is two hours.

In two hours, soul masters can make any soul guides you can.

You have only one goal, that is to defeat your opponent.

The winner advances."

When he finished speaking.

All the participating soul masters raised their heads and looked at their opponents.

From this round of competition, the rewards for winning the game have become very generous.

Han Yu had learned about it from Chen An a long time ago.

The winner of this game will be rewarded with 32 kinds of rare metals, 2 kilograms each.

That is, the same as the things on their competition stage.

For soul masters, a full range of rare metals is definitely more attractive than gold soul coins.

And it is said that the winner of the next round can get five kilograms, and the types of rare metals will increase to 48.

A large part of these rare metals are banned by the Sun and Moon Empire, and their value is inestimable.

Opposite Han Yu, the soul guide with messy yellow hair slowly raised his head.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow buck teeth, jagged and uneven, like bricks of a city wall that has been through a lot of wind and rain.

"Hello, brother, my name is Gao Dalou. Come on, let's have a good match."

His words with a strong accent echoed in Han Yu's ears. Han Yu held back his smile. This Gao Dalou, as his name suggests, is really "tall"! Gao Dalou is thin and small, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, which is really far from the word "tall".

Han Yu tried hard not to laugh out loud. This Gao Dalou is really very distinctive!

However, Gao Dalou's eyes were extremely firm, and he stared at Han Yu with a burning gaze, as if a ball of fire was burning.

Han Yu admired his persistent gaze.

He was definitely not the kind of person who judged people by appearance, especially in competitions.

He knew that it would not be easy to defeat this opponent today without exposing his absolute strength.

"All contestants, get ready."

The loud voice of the chief referee sounded like thunder, pulling Han Yu back from his thoughts.

Gao Dalou immediately lowered his head upon hearing the voice, and his eyes became sharp, staring at a piece of rare metal that he had already figured out like a hawk.

Han Yu seemed much more relaxed, with his hands on his chest, looking calm, as if he was not in a hurry at all.

"The game begins. Raise the soundproof shield."

The chief referee shouted, and the twelve hourglasses placed in a conspicuous position were turned over by the waiter at the same time.

Fine sand slowly leaked from the top of the hourglass, and when all the sand in these hourglasses was drained, the game time was over.

Today, the soul masters were all competing on the competition stage, and the soundproof shield could finally be raised, and the audience was no longer prohibited from making noise.

This is also an important reason why so many people came today. There was a buzz of discussion in the audience, and the crowd was bustling and lively.

All the soul guides got busy immediately. They took out various metals from the soul guides and prepared to start making soul guides.

Gao Shou quickly reached out with his right hand, and a piece of rare metal that was as black as ink but dotted with silver stars fell into his palm. This piece of metal is cold to the touch, with a touch of metal unique to it.

There was an intoxicating light in his eyes, and his hands gently caressed the piece of rare metal as if caressing the skin of a beautiful woman, as if he was feeling the powerful energy contained within it.

Han Yu was quite interested in his appearance. He moved his right hand towards the rare metal on the side of the soul guide making table, and suddenly a piece of rare metal weighing one kilogram and dark red in color flew towards him.

As soon as this piece of rare metal flew over, a hot breath hit his face.

This is Yan Yang Iron.

An extremely rare metal that is only produced deep in volcanoes. Among these thirty-two rare metals, the value ranks among the top five.

Today, the Xishui League provided so many rare metals, and Chen An was no longer the chief referee. In order not to make himself too obvious, Han Yu was naturally good at making soul tools.

Therefore, when making a soul guide.

He all chooses some precious and rare metals.

The soul guide produced in this way is very effective and can also be taken away.

The situation on the opposite side is almost the same. The one in his hand is Star Silver Steel, which ranks first in value among the thirty-two rare metals.

This rare metal is extremely dense and has a strong affinity for soul power.

Any soul power injected into it can release more than double the original soul power through it.

It is the best material for making energy-gathering arrays.

A kilogram like this is worth at least 100,000 gold soul coins if placed outside.

Otherwise Han Yu felt that Xi Shui Alliance was spending a lot of money this time.

Of course, for Mingdu, where at least tens of millions of people now participate in gambling, these are just small amounts of money.

Han Yu looked at the drunken look on the No. 48 tall building and thought to himself.

Has this person never seen Star Silver Steel before?

This is the first time I saw it, so I am so obsessed with it.

Gao Duoshan didn't caress for too long. After about a minute, his original casual expression gradually subsided and was replaced by a trace of caution.

He took a deep breath, as if adjusting his state, and then carefully fixed the star silver steel on the production table in front of him.

The star silver steel exudes a cold metallic luster, reflecting the focused look of the tall building.

He slowly raised his right hand and touched it on his waist. With a soft sound of metal friction, a carving knife slipped into his palm.

This carving knife looks completely black and unremarkable, as if it is no different from an ordinary piece of charcoal. (End of chapter)