Douluo Continent: Refresh the entry, start with boundless good fortune!

Chapter 82 Zhao Li: I'm going all in! I'm sure I'll win!

Lin Feng comforted Dugu Yan.

Then he remembered that she still had the phrase "immune destiny" hanging above her head.

Now that he has become the chosen one, he has not noticed any special changes in Dugu Yan towards him.

Now that there are no other chosen ones in this world, this term seems to have lost its relevance.

Fortunately, he was too lazy to save the entries after each refresh.

The entry I updated for Dugu Yan a month ago is still waiting for him to choose.

Lin Feng looked at the three new entries above Dugu Yan's head that indicated immunity to fate.

[Villain Boss (Purple): You are destined to be the enemy of the Chosen One, yet you are immune to destiny.]

He's already the chosen one, how could he possibly let his wife become the villain?

Lin Feng was speechless. How did this kind of entry appear in his feed?

[Timeless Beauty (Purple): Your appearance will not fade with time.]

This is rubbish.

Titled Douluo can maintain their youthful appearance.

Moreover, the only purple-level entry he had previously come across was one that claimed to keep his entire body young.

That only applies to appearance.

The food is absolutely awful.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly and could only look at the last entry.

[Dream Explorer (Purple): You can control yourself at will, stepping out of your own dream or entering someone else's dream.]

It's another useless term; it's more of an entertainment-oriented entry.

Forget it.

It just so happens that Dugu Yan often complains of being bored, so giving her this entry might help her find some amusement.

"System, select this."

"Ding! Entry successfully changed!"

As soon as the system notification ended, Lin Feng continued eating.

As night fell, the group ended their gathering early and returned to school.

"Goodbye, young master. Listen to your words carefully, Xiao Feng."

Yu Kuang laughed and waved his hand.

After saying goodbye to Lin Feng and the others, he didn't go home, but instead walked in another direction.

The Great Battle Arena.

The area was bustling with activity, and the exchange counter was constantly filled with people coming and going.

In the VIP room on the second floor, Zhao Li's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out.

"Zhao San, give me 1,000 gold coins for betting on the Invincible Bull!"

He stared intently at the fighting arena, and roared in a hoarse voice.

"Young Master, you've already lost too much. How about we call it quits and take a day off to try our luck again?"

Zhao San, one of his subordinates, stood to the side, looking extremely nervous, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and cautiously offered his advice.

"I refuse to believe this! We're guaranteed to win this time; this is an invincible bull!"

"It hasn't lost a single game before, it'll definitely win again!"

Zhao Li glared at him fiercely and roared at Zhao San, his eyes looking at him as if he could devour him.

He had lost so many times, he couldn't believe his luck had gotten this bad.

What do you mean by "luck every time"? Is that something he would do?

He's determined to fight to the bitter end!

So what if he loses? He's determined to lose until he wins!

On the competition stage.

The battle between the Invincible Bull and the Heaven-Defying Eagle ended quickly.

"My God! The Invincible Eagle has pulled off a stunning upset and won the match!"

The host, microphone in hand, passionately announced the competition results.

The cheers from the audience were deafening, but Zhao Li was struck dumb.

"Damn, what a fucking bad day!"

"I'm not playing anymore."

He was furious, kicked the table to pieces, and stormed out of the private room with his men.

Just as he reached the first floor and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Register me for a Soul Master level Soul Battle, the sooner the better."

"Okay, sir"

Yu Kuang tossed a gold coin to a staff member and stood confidently at the registration entrance.

A moment later, he entered the athletes' preparation area.

"Is that Yu Kuang? He actually signed up for the Soul Master battle? He broke through to the Soul Master level?"

Zhao Li looked at Yu Kuang's retreating figure, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and said.

Zhao San, the subordinate, nodded hurriedly: "Yes, young master."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li was overjoyed and instantly felt much better.

Yu Kuang has just broken through to the Soul Sect level, at most level 41 or 42.

He's definitely going to lose this game!

If I just make a slight move and put pressure on his opponent, I can win back all the losses I made before.

You might even make a fortune!

Hahaha, my luck has really turned around!

Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the Arena Manager like a gust of wind and excitedly shouted, "Lend me 100,000 gold soul coins!"

"Young master, please don't lend so much! What if we lose? We'll be finished and won't be able to pay it back!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao San, who was standing nearby, turned pale instantly and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Zhao Li impatiently interrupted him: "What do you know! I'm going to win! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Young Master Zhao, you've been having a run of bad luck lately, I'm afraid you won't be able to lend that much."

"You already owe a lot of money, if you lose again..."

The Arena Manager looked troubled, his wrinkles furrowing as he reluctantly spoke.

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll pay you back next time, hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li flew into a rage, his face turning bright red, and roared angrily.

"Assistant, give him the money, ten thousand gold soul coins."

Helpless, the arena manager could only wave his hand and call over his assistant to give him the money.

After all, this is the son of Marquis Zhao; he should be able to afford to pay back 10,000 gold soul coins.

"Hahaha, I'm betting everything on the Tigers to win this time."

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can lose this round."

"Zhao San, go place your bets."

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After receiving the money, Zhao Li didn't care how much it was and bet it all on Yu Kuang's opponent, Meng Hu.

His eyes were fixed on the fighting arena, a greedy glint in them. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, waiting to collect his winnings.

On the Battle Arena.

"The match begins!"

As the host finished speaking, Yu Kuang took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and his soul power surging throughout his body.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Vacuum Slash!"

In an instant, he seemed to have sucked all the air away from the battle arena.

The entire competition stage seemed to be plunged into a brief state of suffocation.

"What's wrong? I can't breathe!"

"This is an ability that can take your breath away, that's amazing."

"Waaaaah! Mommy, I'm going to die!"

"Ah, I, I, phew—I can finally breathe again."

Fortunately, the arena was large enough and well-ventilated, and it was filled with air again in just a few seconds.

People were breathing deeply and greedily.

A few seconds of suffocation may not cause much harm, but the fear it brings can be extremely intense.

"That's it? Trying to defeat a Soul Master by suffocation? How laughable!"

"You think you can beat me like that? How naive! I'm a level 48 Tiger!"

Seeing this, the tiger not only did not panic, but instead continued to mock him.

"Third Soul Skill..."

However, before he could finish speaking...

Yu Kuang exerted his strength again, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

A sharp vacuum slash roared out, as fast as lightning.

The next second, before the tiger could react.

With a loud "bang," the tiger was sent flying off the field by Yu Kuang.

Never underestimate your opponent.

Yu Kuang looked coldly at the tiger outside the arena and said disdainfully.

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Zhao Li was stunned when he saw this scene. He stood there frozen, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground.

"How could this happen? How is this possible..."

"How did this fierce tiger lose?"

"How come Yu Kuang is so powerful now?"

His eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself.

Zhao San, standing to the side, squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, looking utterly devastated, and inwardly lamenting his misfortune.

I knew the young master couldn't win, what are we going to do now!

We definitely can't repay this money!

If the master finds out about this, he'll definitely skin us alive.

Not far away.

The arena manager, accompanied by several burly men, walked straight toward their private room.

"Zhao San, stop them! I have something to attend to and I must leave first."

Zhao Li, who was about to slip away, saw this as he went out and quickly called out to Zhao San.

"Me...me?"

"Young Master, how could I possibly stop them!"

"That's a Soul King!"

Zhao San pointed at himself, looking completely bewildered, his mouth agape.

"Stop talking nonsense! Just go when I tell you to!"

Zhao Li roared impatiently.

After saying that, he turned and ran.

Zhao San waved his hand helplessly, watching the manager and others approach with trepidation, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, I mustered up my courage and charged forward, yelling.

Before he could even reach him, the assistant knocked him unconscious with a karate chop.

"Forget it, let's notify the Zhao family and let them handle this mess."

The manager watched Zhao Liyuan's departing figure, shook his head, and said.

(End of this chapter)