A Wager Against the Dragon God Douluo!

"Heh~"

With a light chuckle, Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's somewhat awkward expression and retorted with a huff.

"I wouldn't dare dream of becoming a Titled Douluo. If I can reach the Soul Saint realm in this lifetime, I'll already be thanking the heavens.

I just wonder, what level are you, Lord Soul Master, to be able to make such a guarantee?"

"You!"

An Innate Soul Power of half a level—even after pouring countless resources into it, he could only stop at level 29. This was undoubtedly the lifelong pain of Gangzi.

He was never a broad-minded person to begin with, and being suddenly poked in his sore spot by Tang San, Gangzi found it hard to endure.

[Dragon God Douluo Mu En is already enraged. Even a clay figurine has three parts of temper, let alone a Limit Douluo. Host, how dare you provoke him like this?

Please flee this place immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Even this system cannot save you!]

Save me?

I never counted on you to save me in the first place!

Besides, are you deaf or blind? Can't you see that Gangzi was triggered by Tang San? What does this have to do with me?

However, since Tang San has already started the fight, I would like to see just how terrifying this "Dragon God Douluo" really is.

"San, don't be rude. Is that any way to speak to a Lord Soul Master?"

"Yes, Brother Yun. I was impulsive just now. I apologize."

Unlike his unruly demeanor when facing Gangzi, Tang San was more obedient than a cat when Qin Yun spoke.

Seeing this, although he knew Qin Yun was speaking up for him, jealousy took hold, and Gangzi felt even more displeased.

"What does our master-disciple conversation have to do with you? You're just a piece of trash with an Innate Soul Power of only level three. How dare you open your mouth!"

Fine, fine, fine. Since that's how it is, don't blame me.

I just didn't expect that not only is your cultivation low, Gangzi, but your ability to insult others is also quite pathetic!

"You're courting death!"

Seeing his sect master insulted, Tang San, acting as a loyal follower, immediately darkened his expression. He raised his hand, ready to treat Gangzi to a Silent Sleeve Arrow.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Qin Yun pressed Tang San's hand down.

"Brother Yun, he..."

"It's fine, I'll handle it. If I let you youngsters take the lead when trouble arises, how could I call myself your brother?"

Patting his shoulder to soothe Tang San, Qin Yun walked slowly toward Yu Xiaogang, who was staring with bloodshot eyes and breathing like an ox.

"I hadn't noticed before, but now that I think about it, you must be the Master who wrote the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls, right?

I never expected to meet someone like you in such a small place."

"Hmph, it is merely a clumsy work, and the title of Master is just an empty name.

I didn't expect you to be literate; that actually makes me think a little higher of you!"

Once the word "Master" was out, despite Gangzi's humble words, his heart was already blooming with joy.

With such a reputation, Tang San—a mere peasant with a mutated martial soul—should be kowtowing to him by now, right?

However, before Gangzi could enjoy the feeling for long, a single sentence from Qin Yun kicked him from heaven straight into hell.

"That's well said, and I completely agree!

Your book is indeed a clumsy work; it is truly mediocre.

As for the title of Master, if it is an empty name, then that is an insult to the very concept of an empty name.

Hearing of someone is not as good as meeting them. I thought you were a fame-seeking hypocrite, but seeing you today, your self-awareness is actually quite clear."

"Forget it, San. There's no need to entangle ourselves with someone who doesn't even understand basic theory. Let's go register first!"

Gangzi: "..."

An educated person's insults are truly vicious!

There wasn't a single dirty word, yet every syllable pierced straight into Gangzi's lungs.

Seeing Qin Yun pull Tang San away, Gangzi, feeling insulted, immediately spoke up.

"Boy, don't you walk away! What did you mean by that just now?"

"Wait, you don't look that old. You're only fifty, and your cultivation is almost at level thirty. Your body should be healthy, right?

At such a close distance, you still can't hear clearly?"

Tang San: "Brother Yun said you are mediocre. Not just your cultivation is mediocre, but your book is even more so. Do you understand now, or do you still not understand?"

I have to say, while Tang San might not be great at being a protagonist, he has a unique talent for being a henchman and a local thug.

As soon as Qin Yun loosened his grip, he was every bit the gangster.

Facing Tang San's sharp, murderous gaze, even Gangzi couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Boy, out of consideration for your youth, I won't bully the young, but this matter today will not be settled so easily!"

"What's this? Are you looking to trade blows with me?"

"A scholar would never be so vulgar; I am merely proposing a wager with you!"

"The stakes are simple. You claimed my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul were mediocre, so if you can provide a logical argument that convinces me, then so be it."

"But if you cannot, not only will I have to discipline you on behalf of your parents, but he!"

Pointing at Tang San, who was following beside Qin Yun, Gangzi enunciated each word clearly.

"He must perform three kowtows and nine prostrations to take me, Yu Xiaogang, as his master!"

"How about it, kid? You were quite arrogant just a moment ago—do you dare to take this bet with me?"

[Quest Issued: Douluo Gambling God: Although you cannot defeat the Dragon God Douluo head-on, you can use trickery to make him polish your shoes. Rewards granted upon victory!]

Douluo Gambling God?

Interesting!

Gangzi: "We are both scholars, how can you be so vulgar? With Tang San staying by your side, he will be corrupted sooner or later!"

Before Qin Yun could even acknowledge Gangzi's attempt to sow discord, Tang San, unable to stomach it any longer, retorted sharply.

"You old scoundrel!"

"Do you think that just because we are young, you can manipulate us as you please?"

"Setting aside whether you can even win, if you lose, nothing happens to you, but if we lose, we lose a person to you. How can you have the nerve to propose such an unfair contract?"

As a gambling prodigy on the Douluo Continent, it had always been Tang San swindling others; there was no logic in others swindling him.

Under this reprimand, Gangzi's cheeks could not help but flush red.

"Since that is the case, let us change it. The wager shall be ten Gold Soul Coins!"

"If you win, I will give you ten Gold Soul Coins, but if you lose... hmph!"

Gangzi had already realized that Qin Yun was the leader between the two.

The stakes did not matter; as long as he could dampen Qin Yun's spirit and let Tang San witness his own greatness, he would have no trouble poaching the boy in the future.

Ten Gold Soul Coins were nothing to him, but for Qin Yun, he assumed it must be his entire net worth.

In this way, it would serve as a lesson to the boy.

Unexpectedly, just as Gangzi thought victory was within his grasp, Qin Yun let out a light chuckle.

"If I recall correctly, a Soul Master can receive a subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin from the Martial Soul Hall every month, and with your cultivation as a Soul Grand Master, you receive ten per month."

"After all these years, you must have saved quite a bit, yet you only dare to put up ten coins. Your vision is truly concerning!"

"Then how much do you suggest!"

Provoked by Qin Yun, Gangzi was starting to lose his cool.

"As long as you can produce the amount, I will naturally match it. I would like to see just how grand your vision really is!"

"Easy enough!"

As soul power surged and a wooden box dropped from his storage Soul Tool onto the ground, the dull thud made Gangzi's heart skip a beat.

How could this kid have so much money at such a young age? Could he be a disciple from some great clan?

But he had never heard of any experts with eye-type martial souls.

Besides, even if he were high-ranking, could he possibly be higher than himself!