Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Yan's voice was full of provocation.

"I heard you're the teacher's newest disciple?"

Lin Ye didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and gave a faint "hmm".

This indifferent attitude completely enraged Yan.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

Yan laughed angrily and said:

"I don't care what methods you used to become my disciple, but in the Spirit Hall, everything is determined by strength!"

"I, Yan, of the Golden Generation, now challenge you!"

He suddenly pointed at Lin Ye, his voice echoing throughout the entire square.

"You, do you dare to come to the Soul Arena and spar with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

All eyes were on Lin Ye, waiting for his answer.

Hu Liena frowned, about to speak to stop him, but was stopped by a look from Lin Ye.

Lin Ye finally slowly raised his head, meeting Yan's provocative gaze, and said with a cold laugh:

"A friendly spar?"

He chuckled softly, then uttered a statement that instantly shocked everyone, including Yan.

"Can."

"but……"

Lin Ye's gaze swept over Yan, as if he were looking at a clown.

"You dare to challenge me?"

You think you're worthy?

These three words, though seemingly light, felt like three resounding slaps delivered hard to Yan's face.

The entire square fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Lin Ye's earth-shattering response.

What the hell!

Is this kid crazy?

Does he know who he's talking to?

That's Yan!

A core member of the Golden Generation, a ruthless individual ranked second on the Martial Soul Academy's leaderboard, and a Soul Master at level 49!

What gives this new kid the audacity to talk to him like that?

It only took a second for Yan's expression to go from astonishment to shock, and then to extreme anger.

"Kid, what...what did you say?!"

At this moment, a surge of intense soul power erupted uncontrollably from his body, and the surrounding air began to scorch.

"Hey kid, say that again if you dare!"

"I'll say it," Lin Ye's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You think you're worthy to challenge me?"

hateful!

Yan's rationality was completely ignited.

"Aaaaah! You're asking for it!"

He roared, and flames instantly erupted from his fist. The terrifying heat caused the surrounding students to retreat in fear.

He actually wanted to take action right here!

"Yan! Stop!"

Hu Liena shouted sharply, and in a flash, she blocked Lin Ye's path.

"What do you think you're doing? Openly fighting in the academy, do you want to be put in solitary confinement?"

Seeing Hu Liena protecting Lin Ye, Yan's jealousy burned even brighter.

"Nana, get out of my way!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"This brat dares to insult me! Today I'll teach him a lesson! I'll show him why flowers are so red!"

"Insult you?" Hu Liena sneered.

"You provoked us first! Lin Ye is our teacher's personal disciple, your junior brother, and this is how you treat your junior brother?"

"I don't have such a useless junior brother!" Yan shouted without thinking.

"You!" Hu Liena was so angry that her face turned pale.

Just then, Lin Ye reached out and gently patted Hu Liena's shoulder, signaling her to move aside.

"Senior sister, don't be angry."

He stepped out from behind Hu Liena and stood in front of Yan again, his smile full of mockery.

"Since this... Senior Brother Yan is so eager to spar with me, if I refuse again, it would seem as if I'm afraid of him."

Yan, thinking he was scared, immediately sneered.

"What, scared now? Too late! If you don't kneel down and kowtow three times to me today, this isn't over!"

The surrounding trainees also showed expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

"I knew it! This kid's all talk; he chickens out when it comes to real fighting."

"You think you can get away with offending Brother Yan? You're too naive."

"This is going to be interesting. I wonder how Brother Yan will deal with him."

However, Lin Ye's next words once again shocked everyone.

"The Soul Arena, is it? I'll take it."

"However, I have one condition."

Yan was taken aback: "What conditions?"

"Just sparring is so boring." Lin Ye's smile turned somewhat sinister.

"How about we add a little something extra?"

"What's the prize? What do you want to bet on?" Yan asked warily.

"It's very simple."

Lin Ye sneered, then looked at Yan and said, word by word:

"Didn't you just say you'd kowtow three times?"

"Then let's make a bet... Whoever loses has to kneel down and kowtow three times to the other person in front of everyone in the entire academy, and then shout 'I am trash' three times."

"Senior Brother Yan, how is it?"

hiss--

Upon hearing this, the entire audience gasped.

That's an incredibly high bet!

This is no longer a friendly exchange; this is about crushing the opponent's dignity into the ground!

How will the loser ever be able to hold their head high at the Martial Soul Academy again?

Yan was also taken aback by this ruthless bet, but then a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

This kid is practically courting death!

"Okay! I'll bet with you!"

Yan agreed without hesitation, afraid that Lin Ye would change his mind.

He looked at Lin Ye, as if he could already see him kneeling before him, kowtowing and begging for mercy, and his expression gradually became distorted.

"Kid, you asked for this! Don't come crying to me later!"

"Don't worry," Lin Ye said calmly.

"I, Lin Ye, have never regretted it!"