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

Chapter 88 The Golden Generation VS The King Kong Team

No one denies the name Wen Ning chose; everyone likes such an arrogant team name.

They are still young, so what if they are a little arrogant?

"The Golden Generation? Good, good, that's a nice name."

Qi Lin repeated Wen Ning's words, his eyes filled with satisfaction with the name.

Yes, they are the golden generation!

Wen Ning laughed when she heard his words, "I feel pretty good too."

After signing up for the team battle, all they had to do was wait.

Since the main purpose was to test her soul bone skills, Wen Ning and Hu Liena did not participate in the one-on-one soul battle today, nor did they register. Instead, they waited in the spectator area for the participating soul masters.

Only then did everyone have time to chat.

Before anyone could even ask, Qi Lin eagerly inquired, "Guess what my third soul skill is?"

His voice was somewhat agitated.

Just from his voice, you can tell that he must be very satisfied with his third soul skill.

That is indeed the case.

Qi Lin really liked his third soul skill.

"So satisfied? It's an attack-type soul skill, isn't it?"

Wen Ning was the first to answer.

Her voice was somewhat casual, as if she were just saying it offhand.

But they were right.

Qi Lin's face showed surprise, and he stared at her intently. "How did you know?"

Was I making it that obvious?

"Your first soul skill is defensive, your second soul skill is similar to support, and what you want most is an offensive soul skill. You will only be so happy if you obtain an offensive soul skill."

Wen Ning analyzed it in a very serious manner.

That's absolutely right.

Qi Lin raised his hand and touched his nose, feigning nonchalance, "Xiao Ning, you really understand me."

She tried to move closer to Wen Ning, but Wen Ning pushed her away.

"You should say I'm smarter."

She gave a forced smile.

"An attack-type soul skill? What is it?"

Hu Liena asked with some curiosity.

But Qi Lin gave a cryptic reply: "You'll find out when we go on stage, Sister Nana."

Before he could finish speaking, he received another eye roll.

From Feng Qi.

Feng Qi sneered and looked at Hu Liena, "Sister Na, you shouldn't have asked. If you hadn't asked, he wouldn't have been able to hold back."

With just one sentence, he successfully exposed Qi Lin's true colors.

Feng Qi is absolutely right. If no one had asked him, he really would have blurted it out himself.

But whenever someone asks, he tries to keep it a secret.

Sometimes people are just like that, shameless.

Qi Lin glared at Feng Qi fiercely upon hearing his words.

"Shut up!"

A smile appeared in Hu Liena's eyes, bright and sunny.

The time allotted for the battle was short; less than half an hour had passed before they were to take the stage.

Their opponent was a team called "King Kong".

Just from the name, we can deduce some useful information. From the word "King Kong" alone, we can infer that they are likely either offensive or defensive Soul Masters.

However, this was just Wen Ning's guess, and she couldn't be sure what it was.

They had no information about their opponents whatsoever and went straight for the kill.

That's incredibly arrogant.

No one knows how many resident Soul Masters there are in the Great Soul Arena of Wuhun City. However, Soul Masters are mobile; they may be here today but appear in another place tomorrow. Therefore, even if they investigate, it may not be effective.

The simplest approach is to just go for it.

When Wen Ning went on stage, she was looking down and thinking about something, and didn't pay attention to the road ahead. Because of this, she bumped into someone without noticing.

The person she bumped into had stiff muscles, and her head was throbbing.

She almost instinctively apologized, "I'm sorry."

After all, it was her fault.

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

Even after she apologized, the person on the other end still wouldn't let her off the hook.

This was a very muscular man, over two meters tall, who looked to be in his thirties. He was shirtless, revealing extremely exaggerated dark muscles. Without a doubt, he was a strength-type Soul Master.

"Little girl, if apologies were enough, what would be the point of fists?"

The voice was malicious and lewd, making Wen Ning feel very uncomfortable.

He frowned almost immediately.

What is that person yelling about?

Wen Ning wore a mask, and with her tall figure, she looked nowhere near her eleven-year-old age.

In the eyes of the other person, she might be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"In that case, you deserve it. I take back my apology."

Wen Ning walked forward without looking back.

In the world of Soul Masters, whoever has the strongest fist is always right.

"Are you asking for trouble? Little girl, do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

As he spoke, he raised his large hand.

It crashed straight in the direction Wen Ning had left!

Wen Ning had already sensed something, but she did not stop walking and continued to walk forward calmly.

Just as the burly man's fist was about to land, Yan grabbed his raised hand, forcefully stopping his movement. "Want to die?"

Although Yan was young, he was a genuine level 44 Soul Master and was in no way inferior to the man in front of him.

"You want to be the hero and save the damsel in distress, huh? Then you can take the beating for her!"

He didn't break free of his gripped hand, but instead swung his other hand. The punch was about to hit him when a stern voice interrupted.

"stop!"

The newcomer was a middle-aged man in his forties. Without any apparent gesture, he simply took two steps and stood between Yan and the tall, burly man.

"Don't you know that you can't fight privately in the Soul Arena? That's the rule of the Great Soul Arena. You have to fight on the Soul Arena stage."

The burly man, who had been furious, immediately changed his expression upon seeing the middle-aged man, scratching his head and saying, "Manager Wang, it's my fault, I couldn't hold back."

The middle-aged man, referred to as Manager Wang, looked at the group from the Spirit Hall and said, "You are the newly registered Golden Generation group, right? Alright, you don't need to argue here. It just so happens that you are all opponents on the Spirit Arena today. Settle any grudges on the Spirit Arena yourself."

After saying this, he turned to look at the burly man. "Taurus, if I see you causing trouble on my turf again, don't blame me for being rude. This is my last warning to you, so remember this."

"Yes, yes, this won't happen again, this won't happen again."

His strong physique and fawning smile seemed completely incongruous, but when his gaze fell on Yan, it immediately turned sinister. He pointed a finger at Yan and threatened, "You brat, just you wait. If we don't beat you until your own mother doesn't recognize you, I'm not Taurus!"

(End of this chapter)