Douluo Continent: After seizing the opportunity, I achieved dual godhood.

Chapter 160 The Chosen One

The decision to make this was made by Bibi Dong. He didn't dare to act recklessly towards Bibi Dong, so what kind of hero would he be to only come to Qi Lin to vent his anger?

If you've got the guts, take this to Bibi Dong's place.

How to persuade Bibi Dong to change her mind?

If you don't have the guts, then shut up.

Wen Ning's words silenced Cheng Hu. Cheng Hu stared at Wen Ning for a long while, still unable to swallow his anger, then turned to Qi Lin and continued, "You and Feng Qi, weren't you only selected as starters because of your good relationships with them?"

"Don't be too proud too soon. If you stand at a height that doesn't belong to you, you'll fall to your death sooner or later."

He threw down those two sentences angrily and then prepared to leave.

But before Cheng Hu could walk away, Wen Ning interrupted, "Wait."

Her voice was calm, and she did not get angry at Cheng Hu's words.

It was just something I said offhand.

But it was precisely because of this that Cheng Hu's spirits lifted, and for a moment he dared not turn around to look at Wen Ning.

But his pride wouldn't allow him to do that.

After a brief hesitation, Cheng Hu turned around and looked in the direction where Wen Ning was.

He stared at Wen Ning with a slightly evasive look in his eyes. "What's wrong, Xiao Ning?"

He knew that Wen Ning and Qi Lin had a good relationship.

But he simply couldn't bear not saying what he had just said.

"You mean Qi Lin is no match for you and stole your position, is that right?"

Wen Ning's words were too blunt, which startled Cheng Hu.

What do you mean?

He never said anything like that.

This was said by Wen Ning himself.

Without waiting for Cheng Hu to reply, Wen Ning continued, "Since that's what you think, how about we make a bet?"

bet?

What kind of bet?

Cheng Hu was somewhat confused, but still asked, "What kind of bet?"

What can you gamble on?

Wen Ning stared at him and said, word by word, "Let's bet on whether he'll drag us down... Forget it, how about we bet on whether you'll get a chance to play? If Qi Lin really becomes the one who drags us down, I'll definitely stand by your side and make him leave the field."

"As for who should come up next... let His Holiness the Pope or the teacher in charge decide."

Her voice was so casual, as if she didn't need to care about the person in front of her at all.

Cheng Hu seemed to understand Wen Ning's meaning.

Is this an attempt to stand up for Wen Ning?

"What's the stake? What's the stake?"

"A piece of ancient soul bone."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wen Ning spoke up.

Without a moment's hesitation.

Her tone remained casual, as if a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone was nothing particularly rare to her.

Upon hearing her words, Cheng Hu's eyes widened almost immediately.

What?!

The stake is a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?!

She actually managed to produce a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?!

Soul bones are so rare, how could she possibly produce one?

Is this just a ploy to trick him?

But Wen Ning is indeed His Holiness the Pope's favorite student... Perhaps she really is?

After an internal struggle, Cheng Hu finally asked, "Do you really have a soul bone?"

Soul bone, especially a ten-thousand-year soul bone, no one would not have thoughts about a ten-thousand-year soul bone.

He was a Soul Master and knew the allure of Soul Bones to a Soul Master.

Therefore, he could not resist the bet proposed by Wen Ning.

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Wen Ning stared at him, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"So, if I lose the bet, I'll give you a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone too?"

"Can you produce a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?"

Wen Ning truly meant no harm.

She simply asked a question in return.

Because she didn't think the person in front of her could produce that.

Cheng Hu's expression turned extremely ugly because of Li Sang's words, and he wished he could immediately take out a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone to prove his strength.

But how can you just take out a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?

Even if Cheng Hu were truly fortunate enough to obtain a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone, he would have already fused with it.

How could you possibly show it to others?

Cheng Hu's long silence was the answer.

Wen Ning knew perfectly well what was going on.

She nodded slightly and said nothing more, only saying, "No need. You lost. Just apologize to Qi Lin and admit that you are not as good as him."

So Easy.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Yet it was extremely humiliating.

Cheng Hu sneered the moment he heard those words.

"You want me to admit I'm inferior to him?"

"He better not hold us back, or I'll laugh at him for the rest of my life."

After making such a harsh statement, Cheng Hu continued, "I'll take this bet with you. I hope you won't have to give up a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone for Qi Lin."

Hearing his words, Wen Ning simply chuckled, "I hope you're prepared to admit that you're not as skilled as others."

As soon as the last word was spoken, Wen Ning reached out and pulled Qi Lin away.

Head towards the direction of the training room.

Even if Qi Lin didn't say it, Wen Ning could guess where he wanted to go next.

The training room was bustling with activity at that moment.

Besides the regular players training here, even the reserve players are all crammed here.

When Wen Ning and Qi Lin walked in, they attracted a lot of attention.

She was unmoved by this and continued walking forward without blinking.

However, Qi Lin didn't have such a good mindset.

The reserve team members looked at him with disdain, especially the man standing at the front.

They were staring at him intently.

It seems that he is always ready, and as soon as he makes a mistake, he will push him off the stage.

Going out to watch the teams from the two great empires today seems like a really bad decision.

If he had trained with Feng Qi from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

Thinking of the bet Wen Ning and Cheng Hu had just made, Qi Lin frowned. "Little Ning, do you really have a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?"

Hearing this, Wen Ning raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "What are you thinking? Do you think a ten-thousand-year soul bone is like cabbage on the street, something I can just take whenever I want?"

Qi Lin was taken aback, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes. "Then you..."

Then why did she say that just now?

Is it just to speak up for him?

Wen Ning made no attempt to hide anything and said directly, "The reason I said that just now is simply because I know that I will definitely not lose."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes met Qi Lin's. Their gazes crossed, and Qi Lin felt that those dark green eyes were exceptionally bright today.

Don't you think so?

Seeing that he was somewhat disappointed, Wen Ning pressed her advantage and pressed on relentlessly.

It seems that Qi Lin must admit to something.

All eyes around him remained fixed on him. Qi Lin suddenly realized that he was only fourteen years old, and his cultivation speed was so fast that few in the entire Douluo Continent could match his.

Why is he wallowing in self-pity?

He was clearly a chosen one of heaven.

Realizing this, Qi Lin's gaze suddenly broadened, and his voice returned to its previous cheerful tone, "I agree with you."

(End of this chapter)