Douluo Continent: Lin Dong transmigrates into Huo Yuhao

Chapter 39 Senior, shall we have a fight?

Seeing his sincere attitude, Lin Dong didn't make things difficult for him. He stepped forward to help him up and said softly:

"Senior Mika, I have no intention of competing for a regular team member. I just came with Miss Meng today and have no intention of disrupting the academy's arrangements."

Hearing this, Ma Rulong, who was standing to the side, was clearly a little anxious, but Mika spoke up before him, looking at Lin Dong and saying:

"I'm sorry, Lin Dong. Your joining our team has been a great help. If it's because of what happened earlier, I sincerely apologize to you."

Looking at the usually arrogant Mika, Ma Rulong realized he had actually done this much, and then added:

"That's right, Lin Dong. Mika doesn't have any bad intentions, so please forgive him."

Lin Dong looked at the people in front of him and smiled: "Seniors, you have misunderstood. I, Lin Dong, am not that petty. It's just that my personality is not suitable for assisting others. I prefer to work alone, which may disrupt the team's cooperation."

Upon hearing his words, the crowd's attitude turned slightly colder, and Ma Rulong spoke first:

"Lin Dong, aren't you wasting your talent? Relying on your special soul skills and coordinating them with our team's soul tools is the most helpful option for the competition and the best way to utilize your talent."

Mika frowned and added:

"Yes, Lin Dong, your mental detection and shared soul skills can help everyone better seize the opportunity to use soul tools. That's why I've been so polite to you."

Even Lin Xi, who had just tried to smooth things over, smiled and said at this moment:

"Yeah, Lin Dong, even I can't side with you this time. To be blunt, what can a level 25 Great Soul Master like you fight with?"

As long as you can maintain your soul skill, you will be the team's greatest contributor. However, if you cannot possess this soul skill, you probably know what will happen...

Before Lin Xi could finish speaking, Lin Dong interrupted her with a blunt smile:

"So, the reason why you senior students are being so polite to me is because you're using me as a tool to aim at?"

Because of Lin Dong's blunt remark, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Meng Hongchen nudged the smiling Lin Dong and whispered:

"Lin Dong, we are much younger than them, so it's normal for us to be a little weaker. They're not as bad as you make them out to be. It's just that your soul skills are indeed more useful to the team than your combat skills."

Ma Rulong and the others followed suit, quickly scratching their heads and chuckling awkwardly:

"Yes, Lin Dong, it's not that simple. However, in our opinion, your combat ability is indeed not as outstanding as your soul skills."

Xiao Xiafeng, who had not spoken until now, murmured a sentence.

"A refreshing white steamed bun."

He handed the extra large white steamed bun to Lin Dong and chuckled softly:

"Here, Lin Dong, have a steamed bun to calm down."

Lin Dong was somewhat bewildered by his inexplicable behavior. After a moment of hesitation, he took the steamed bun and said:

"Uh, what kind of operation is this?"

"This is my second soul skill, the Refreshing White Steamed Bun, which comes from an eight-hundred-year-old white fox. It can keep the user awake for a period of time and restore a certain percentage of their mental energy."

Lin Dong took a bite of the steamed bun, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you, senior."

"How are you now? Do you still have those thoughts from before?"

Seeing Xiao Xiafeng's expectant gaze, Lin Dong was somewhat taken aback before realizing what was happening, and immediately smiled and explained:

"Senior, I'm very clear-headed. What I just said was based on your expectations of me and your own judgments. I'm not angry; I just feel that you don't understand me well enough."

Upon hearing this, Ma Rulong smiled involuntarily and said with considerable surprise:

"Oh? Then in what aspect of you do you feel we don't understand you well enough?"

Looking at the smiles on their faces, Lin Dong felt little emotion. Instead, he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"Hey seniors, actually, I'm pretty good at fighting too."

Seeing his somewhat chilling smile, everyone's expressions froze. What surprised them even more was what he had just said.

What do you mean he's also good at fighting? You're a level 25 Soul Master, and you're saying you're good at fighting in front of a group of Soul Kings whose minimum cultivation level is level 50?

Ma Rulong patted his shoulder first, smiling as if comforting a child:

"Alright, alright, I admit you're a good fighter, and I'll give you a chance to fight. However, your main responsibility will still be using your soul skills to provide precise guidance for everyone, is that alright?"

It's easy to tell from Ma Rulong's words that he took Lin Dong's words as a child's joke and used this excuse in order not to hurt Lin Dong's self-esteem.

At this moment, Mika directly questioned:

"I originally thought that your soul skills would contribute to the team, but judging from your personality, you are too arrogant and probably won't be of much help to the team."

"Mika, how dare you speak to me like that?"

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Ma Rulong quickly pretended to scold Mika, probably worried that Mika's remarks would cause Lin Dong to give up joining the regular team.

After all, no matter how arrogant Lin Dong is, his soul skills are real. If we really provoke him and make him run away, it would be a huge loss.

Even Meng Hongchen couldn't help but nudge Lin Dong's waist and whisper a reminder:

"Lin Dong, I know that your physical strength and control over combat experience are extraordinary, but they are all five or six years older than us, and their cultivation levels are more than twice that of you. You don't need to fight them."

"Why not just leave those thankless tasks to them? Even if he were laughing, he wouldn't be so confident as to blindly engage in such a large class-based battle. What's the point of your insistence on fighting?"

Lin Dong turned his head upon hearing this, staring intently at her. Although he wore a smile, there was a hint of determination in his tone:

"I have a compelling reason to fight. During the match, I can't just stay behind and be a tool for aiming. I have to fight for my right to take the shot."

Seeing his determined gaze, Meng Hongchen's beautiful eyes rippled slightly. In the end, she moved her lips but did not say anything more to persuade him.

Lin Dong's insistence on fighting stems from his discomfort with relying on others for protection, but more importantly, it's about being able to make a move in the competition.

He remembered that competition, and with the Duchess's two precious sons' talent, they were sure to have a place in this competition.

Even if he can't do anything to Dai Yueheng, the eldest son, he is absolutely certain that he can beat that beast Dai Huabin to a pulp if they fight one-on-one.

Thinking of this, Lin Dong turned to look at Mika, whose face was cold, and revealed an innocent smile:

"Senior, let's have a fight."

(End of this chapter)