pertwk Chapter 126 Soul-Devouring Carving Knife
Chapter 126 Soul-Devouring Carving Knife
After the first match of the Shrek Academy round-robin tournament, although teachers Wang Yan, Bi Ji, and Zi Ji still attended the matches every day, they seemed much more relaxed.
A large amount of information about Soul Masters has been recorded in the previous elimination rounds. The task of the current round-robin tournament is mainly to verify the players who have not yet played and to fill in the details of the Soul Skills that have not been fully revealed before.
Wang Yan flipped through Bi Ji and Zi Ji's notes, secretly marveling at their work.
The two people's records were so detailed that they were like a soul guide recorder—the characteristics of the martial soul and the duration of the soul skill were accurate to the second, the coverage distance of the range soul skill was measured in meters, and even the slightest changes in the soul power fluctuations were noted.
Looking back at my own notes, which only roughly recorded the names of martial spirits and the outlines of spirit skills, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Wang Yan, Bi Ji, and Zi Ji only needed to memorize the contestants' information. As for Xuan Zi, who was sitting in the audience drinking fine wine, he had much more to consider.
However, Wang Yan and the others did not feel any less burden on their shoulders.
The atmosphere in the command center was serious.
"The Sun and Moon team finished their first match of the round-robin tournament today, which was also a one-on-one elimination match."
Wang Yan spread the data on the table and said in a deep voice, "They won easily with only two players on the field. This is our preliminary analysis."
He looked at He Caitou: "Caitou, tell me first what type of soul tool they are using."
He Caitou nodded, his expression grave: "Captain Ma Rulong mainly uses the XXI and XV types of soul-guided cannons. Their core characteristics are..."
He gave a detailed analysis of the firing rate, charging time, and destructive power of various soul-guided cannons, constantly throwing out technical terms, which made Ma Xiaotao and the others frown slightly, as if they were attending an intensive theoretical class on soul-guided devices.
After He Caitou finished speaking, Zi Ji took over the conversation: "Ma Rulong, Martial Soul Spirit Ape, Soul Power Level 58."
The observed soul skills include… importantly, his soul-guided cannons are of far superior quality to those from Yunluo Academy that we encountered before. They only require 0.05 seconds to charge and are equipped in large numbers, allowing for rotation and virtually uninterrupted firepower coverage.
The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is undoubtedly a formidable peak standing in its way.
The available intelligence is still limited, and the outline of the formidable enemy remains shrouded in mystery.
Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Wang Yan clapped his hands and softened his tone: "Alright, stop making such a fuss."
There's a fine art auction at the Starlight Auction House tonight. After dinner, let's all go take a look. If there are any soul tools suitable for the competition, feel free to add them to our inventory.
As night fell, the Starlight Auction House was brightly lit.
As the premier auction venue in the Star Luo Empire, its standards are clearly tiered: the higher the floor, the rarer the items offered for auction.
The Shrek group all made some gains at the lower-level auction, purchasing several practical soul tools.
Just as the atmosphere was beginning to relax, the auctioneer's booming voice once again drew everyone's attention:
"Distinguished guests, thank you for your patience! Tonight's grand finale, a mysterious item, is about to be presented!"
Two waiters pushed a small cart covered with crimson silk onto the stage, where the spotlight focused on it, adding a touch of mystery.
"Although this item is not a soul tool, it is closely related to soul masters and can be considered a treasure."
The auctioneer's voice was rousing, his hand stroking the edge of the red cloth, "I dare say that those who truly appreciate quality will not miss tonight!"
Her gaze swept across the audience, pausing deliberately to whet their appetites.
"Given its true value and rarity, it shouldn't be appearing at this level of auction. Therefore, I will no longer keep you in suspense—"
"This is something every Soul Master dreams of, ranking among the top 100 on the Douluo Continent Carving Blade Ranking!"
A suppressed gasp and whispers suddenly rose from the audience.
The auctioneer's tone suddenly changed, and his expression became extremely solemn: "However, before the auction begins, there are some things that must be made clear."
You should all understand that if this were a normal engraving knife for listing inscriptions, it would never be here.
She took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"It is indeed the legendary, infamous Soul-Devouring Carving Blade!"
The red cloth was immediately lifted!
A carving knife, about half a foot long and entirely dark, lay quietly on a brocade cushion.
The blade did not seem to be metal, but rather resembled a solidified shadow. Wisps of dark red malevolent energy swirled and moved around it like living things, and one could vaguely hear countless mournful howls seeping from the blade.
The temperature around the entire booth seemed to drop several degrees, and a chilling aura of violence, resentment, and coldness permeated the air. Several bidders who were nearby turned pale and instinctively leaned back.
"Its creator was a level nine Soul Master from the Sun Moon Empire three thousand years ago!"
The auctioneer's voice was cold and deep as he revealed a bloody history: "At the same time, he was also an evil soul master who once stirred up a bloodbath on the Douluo Continent!"
Our auction house has verified that this murder weapon has changed hands several times, with a total of thirty-seven buyers.
She surveyed the entire room, her speech slowing, each word striking a chord deep within.
"Thirty-seven people, without exception, met a tragic end."
Even more terrifying, the carving knife backfired, corroding bones and searing the heart, enough to twist the mind and lead one astray—nine of them ultimately became evil spirit masters.
The room fell silent; the previously fervent gazes had turned to fear and apprehension.
"Therefore," the auctioneer solemnly warned, "we urge all guests to exercise extreme caution."
The starting bid is 100,000 Gold Soul Coins, and each bid must be at least 5,000 Gold Soul Coins higher. The auction begins now!
A long silence followed. The blade held a chilling aura, stained with the bloodstains of history; no one dared to speak.
"One hundred thousand."
A calm female voice broke the silence.
Everyone looked on in astonishment to see that the bidder was none other than Huo Biling from the Shrek Academy team.
The auctioneer paused for a moment before quickly announcing, "VIP number four has bid 100,000! One bid!"
As the auction concluded, the auctioneer personally handed the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife, sealed in a specially made metal box, to Brigitte.
The box felt cold to the touch, and a faint, menacing aura emanated from its walls, still sending chills down one's spine.
Huo Yutong quietly moved closer to Biji and said in a low voice, "Sister, I want this carving knife."
Brigitte gently pressed the metal box, a serene gleam that only she herself understood flashing deep in her eyes.
She looked up and said gently to Wang Yan and He Caitou, who seemed hesitant to speak, "It's alright, the Spirit Transmission Tower has its own purification secrets."
In Brigitte's palm, she could almost feel the vast, boundless life force beneath the box walls, a force sealed by layers of filth and resentment.
Back at the Star Emperor Hotel, Zi Ji and Huo Yutong gathered in Bi Ji's room.
The carving knife, exuding an ominous aura, lay quietly on the table.
"This carving knife is forged from precious living gold, but unfortunately it has been deeply corrupted. I can purify it, but the process will inevitably cause my aura to leak out." Brigitte stared at the carving knife, her tone solemn.