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

Hu Liena listened to the bet between the two men, her brows furrowed tightly.

She walked to Lin Ye's side and said in a low voice:

"Lin Ye, are you crazy? Do you know Yan's strength? He's a level 49 offensive-type Battle Soul Master, and his Martial Soul is the top-tier Flame Lord!"

"And he has extremely rich combat experience! You're only a three-ring Soul Master, how could you possibly defeat him?"

She admitted that Lin Ye's talent was extraordinary, and the fact that he had reached the third level of the Ten Thousand Years Realm was unheard of.

But talent is not the same as ability!

A difference of more than ten levels in soul power is an almost insurmountable gap in the world of soul masters!

She couldn't understand why Lin Ye would make such a risky gamble with no chance of winning.

Looking at her worried eyes, Lin Ye said coldly:

"Don't worry, senior sister."

"A mere Yan is nothing to me."

A mere Yan?

Hu Liena was so angry at his outrageously arrogant words that she laughed.

it is good!

that is really good!

I kindly reminded him, but he wouldn't listen to a word!

Alright, since you're so confident, then I'll wait and see how Yan beats you to the ground!

Thinking of this, Hu Liena huffed angrily, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Only Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly behind Lin Ye from beginning to end.

There was no worry on her face, and her eyes were calm as still water.

Because she knew better than anyone else that the man in front of her could not be judged by common sense.

The previous five-ring Soul Kings had all died at his hands, so what was a mere level forty-nine Soul Master?

In her heart, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined from the moment Lin Ye agreed.

Let's go!

Yan couldn't wait any longer. He pointed towards the Soul Arena not far away and grinned maliciously at Lin Ye.

"Kid, I'm already looking forward to seeing you kneel before me!"

After saying that, he laughed loudly, turned around, and strode towards the Soul Arena.

However, news of their duel soon spread throughout the entire Martial Soul Academy.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Yan Ge from the Golden Generation is going to duel His Holiness the Pope's newly accepted disciple in the Soul Arena!"

"What? Really? There's a bet? The loser has to kneel down, kowtow, and shout 'I'm trash'?"

"Holy crap, this is so exciting! Quick, quick, let's go watch it!"

In an instant, the entire Martial Soul Academy was in an uproar.

Countless students poured out of the training rooms, library, and dormitory, flocking towards the central battle arena.

The central arena of the Martial Soul Academy is a giant circular building capable of accommodating thousands of people.

At this moment, the audience seats were completely full.

A dense crowd of people thronged the area, creating a cacophony of noise and chatter.

"How many moves do you think that newcomer named Lin Ye can last?"

"He can only last a few moves? You're overestimating him! I bet Brother Yan could take him down in one move!"

"That's right. Someone heard from Chrysanthemum Douluo this morning that he seems to be only at the third ring, a whole dozen levels of soul power difference. There's no way he can fight; it's pure bullying!"

"Only the Third Ring Road? I really don't know what that kid was thinking, daring to make that kind of bet with Brother Yan. Isn't that just plain stupid?"

"Who says otherwise? He looks all respectable, but he's a complete idiot. Just wait and see him begging for mercy on his knees, hahaha!"

Ninety-nine percent of the audience members were waiting to see Lin Ye make a fool of himself.

In their view, the outcome of this match was never in doubt from the start.

In a corner of the Soul Arena, Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly, her cold gaze sweeping over the mocking faces around her, her heart unmoved.

A bunch of ignorant idiots.

You'll see in a moment how terribly wrong you've been.

On the other side, Hu Liena stood with her arms crossed, leaning against a stone pillar, looking at the entrance of the venue with a complicated expression.

She felt conflicted.

On one hand, she was furious at Lin Ye's arrogant attitude and wanted to see him get a good beating from Yan to curb his arrogance.

On the other hand, Lin Ye was, after all, someone the teacher had chosen, and he was her junior brother.

If he were truly forced to kneel and kowtow in front of everyone, he would not only lose face for himself, but also for his teacher and the entire Papal Palace.

"Ugh, that troublesome kid!"

Hu Liena rubbed her temples in frustration, deciding to keep watching for now.

If Lin Ye really couldn't hold on any longer, she would go all out and forcibly stop the match; she couldn't really make him kneel down.

Just then, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Brother Yan! Brother Yan! Brother Yan!"

Surrounded by a group of followers, Yan walked confidently into the Soul Arena.

He basked in the cheers of the crowd, raising his arms high as if he had already won.

He walked to the center of the arena, scanned the audience, and finally settled on Hu Liena, his eyes filled with smugness.

Nana, did you see that?

This is the prestige of me, Yan!

Once I trample that pretty boy under my feet, you'll understand who the real strongman is and who deserves you!

On the other side, Lin Ye slowly walked into the Soul Arena.

Unlike He Yan's extravagant entourage, he walked alone at a leisurely pace, his expression very calm.

His appearance was met with boos and laughter from the entire audience.

"Look, that idiot is coming!"

"Tsk tsk, still acting so calm even when death is imminent, impressive mental fortitude!"

"Keep pretending, he'll be crying later!"

Ignoring the noise, Lin Ye walked step by step onto the tall Soul Battle Platform and stood opposite Yan.

A middle-aged Soul Master dressed in the Spirit Hall referee's uniform also walked onto the stage. He looked at the two of them and routinely announced the rules.

"This duel is an individual challenge. The match ends when one side is unable to fight or voluntarily surrenders. Killing blows are strictly prohibited. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!" Yan shouted impatiently.

Lin Ye nodded slightly.

"good!"

The referee nodded and then stepped back to the edge of the arena.

"Both sides, please state your names, martial spirits, and spirit power levels!"

Then Yan stepped forward, his aura exploding, and roared loudly:

"Yan! Martial Soul, Flame Lord! Level 49, Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of blazing flames instantly rose from his body, and the powerful fluctuations of his soul power raised the temperature of the entire Soul Arena considerably.

"Wow! Level 49! Brother Yan is only one step away from becoming a Soul King!"

"Incredible! No wonder they're the Golden Generation!"

"What's the point of even fighting? The level difference is too obvious!"

The audience erupted in gasps and murmurs once again.

The referee nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Lin Ye.

Kid, it's your turn.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Lin Ye.

Everyone craned their necks, eager to know just how powerful this kid who dared to challenge Yan was.

I don't know if the information is accurate. If Lin Ye really is from the Third Ring Road, then we can just wait to die...