Lin Chuan Bet Ten Thousand Gold Soul Coins, Yu Xiaogang Turned Sour

Dai Mubai let out a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth curling into a vicious grin:

"Since Teacher Lin is joining us too, there's nothing to fear. Let's kick their asses!"

The worry in Tang San's eyes instantly turned into determination:

"With Big Brother holding the line, we can go all out."

Ning Rongrong cheered. "Then what are we waiting for? Beat them up!"

Even Zhu Zhuqing's lips curved into a smile!

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the scene.

He could not understand why just one sentence from Lin Chuan had completely changed these children's attitudes.

Where did this blind trust come from?

And besides...

"You're competing?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned.

"You may be strong, but you're only a Soul Elder."

"Against a team of killers with such polished teamwork, what can you change by yourself?"

Lin Chuan ignored him completely and turned toward the registration counter.

Yu Xiaogang stood where he was, utterly frustrated.

He suddenly realized that if he said, "I'll compete too,"

these children would probably turn pale with fright and beg him not to go throw his life away.

As a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, fighting alongside the Shrek Seven Devils might actually make him a burden.

And if he sent Luo Sanpao up to fart, he would utterly disgrace himself.

The enormous sense of disparity left a sour feeling in his heart.

At the Soul Fighting Arena betting window.

Although casino rules generally did not allow competitors to place bets.

But if the rules generally did not allow it, that meant it was allowed.

Lin Chuan slapped a card onto the counter. "Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins on the Shrek Seven Devils to win."

The clerk behind the counter froze for a moment, looking at Lin Chuan as if he were an idiot.

"Sir, are you sure? The Ferocious God Team's odds are one to ten, because nobody thinks they can lose. You're..."

"Less nonsense. Place the bet."

"Hehe, count me in! Count me in!"

Flender popped out from who knew where.

With the grin of a crooked merchant on his face, he slapped a heavy money pouch onto the table.

"I'm betting on Shrek to win too!"

"This is everything I own, even my burial money. I'm putting it all down!"

Lin Chuan glanced at him. "Headmaster, you're joining the fun too?"

"What do you mean, joining the fun?!"

Flender lowered his voice, golden light flashing in his eyes.

"You brat never gets up early without profit."

"Would you do something if you weren't sure?"

"Making you an assistant teacher was the most worthwhile deal I've ever made in my life."

"Since you dare to step onto the stage, how is this gambling? This is practically moving money out of the treasury!"

Flender even regretted not following Lin Chuan's bets during the previous matches. He had missed out on several hundred million.

This time, he would bet even his underwear and go for something big!

At this moment, the surrounding gamblers heard the commotion and cast mocking looks their way.

"Hey, did you hear? Those two idiots bet on some Shrek team to win."

"Hahahaha, do they have too much money burning holes in their pockets?"

"The Ferocious God Team are murderous maniacs. Their average Soul Power is way higher than their opponents'."

"Those little brats will probably get torn apart the moment they step up there."

"Exactly. Those odds are practically giving money away, yet someone actually bet the other way. What a rare sight."

Listening to the chatter around him, Flender's smile only grew wider.

He adjusted his glasses and thought to himself, Laugh. Go ahead and laugh.

This was the enormous profit brought by an information gap.

Just wait and see how you cry later!

The lights over the fighting stage suddenly lit up.

The host's passionate voice rang throughout the arena:

"Next, we have a special challenge match across ranks!"

"The recently famous Shrek Seven Devils will face the terrifying Ferocious God Team!"

A wave of boos and jeers erupted from the audience.

At the entrance tunnel, Lin Chuan walked at the front, followed by the murderous Shrek Seven Devils.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the shadows of the stands, gripping the railing tightly, his face pale.

His palms were slick with sweat as he prayed over and over:

Nothing must happen. Nothing must happen!

Lin Chuan, if you get Xiao San killed, I'll never forgive you!

Meanwhile, Tang San looked at the upright figure ahead of him.

An inexplicable surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart!

Since Big Brother dared to bring them here, then today, the Ferocious God Team would be their stepping stone toward becoming stronger!

Once they stepped onto the fighting stage,

the atmosphere immediately became tense and explosive.

Standing opposite the Shrek Seven Devils was a group of burly men reeking of blood.

Their captain, Meng Li, stood like an iron tower, his face full of flesh and his eyes fierce enough to devour people.

"Seven little brats, and a pretty boy too?"

Meng Li gave a savage grin, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You came here to die before you've even been weaned? Don't worry, Uncle will crush every bone in your bodies one by one."

Tang San looked solemn.

Dai Mubai, however, had long since grown impatient.

With the host's command, the match began!

"Roar—!"

Seven earth-shaking roars rang out at once.

The Ferocious God Team did not make any flashy attempts to probe their opponents. All seven activated their Martial Souls simultaneously.

Every one of them was an attack-type Spirit Master. Meng Li's Martial Soul was the Berserk Giant Bear.

The others had fierce beast Martial Souls such as wolves, tigers, and leopards.

"All attack types. No control, no support."

Yu Xiaogang frowned as he commented from the shadows of the stands:

"A team like this is a meat grinder. Once they get close, even a Soul Ancestor will lose a layer of skin."

"Xiao San and the others are in danger."

Yet the situation onstage was not as one-sided as he had expected.

"Rongrong!" Lin Chuan's calm voice rang out.

"Seven Treasures Famous, first: strength! Second: speed!"

Two streams of light landed precisely on Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai roared, activating the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier.

Instead of retreating, he charged forward and met Meng Li head-on!

Boom!

Fist and palm collided, and shockwaves rolled outward.

Although Dai Mubai's Soul Power was slightly inferior, Ning Rongrong's boost allowed him to withstand Meng Li's strike head-on!

At the same time, several strands of purple-black Blue Silver Grass shot out like venomous snakes.

After absorbing the Man Faced Demon Spider Spirit Ring, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had become vastly tougher.

It instantly bound two Spirit Masters trying to sneak around from the flanks.

"Fatty!"

"Coming!"

Ma Hongjun cried out strangely as Phoenix Fire Line burst from his mouth.

It struck one of the Spirit Masters controlled by Tang San with perfect accuracy.

This Spirit Master looked the smallest and thinnest of them all.

Caught off guard, he screamed and was blasted away, his fate unknown.

Ma Hongjun immediately felt like he was on top of the world.

He had a top-tier Martial Soul. Everyone else had been stealing the spotlight lately—how could that be allowed!

"Whoosh—!"

The entire audience instantly erupted.

"Am I seeing things? A one-shot? That fatty actually one-shot a Silver Soul Fighter?"

"These Shrek Seven Devils have got some skill!"

Flender clenched his fists in the stands, his palms covered in sweat.

But joy had already appeared in his eyes.

However, a merchant from Silves City gave a cold smile.

"Naive. A little injury like that will only enrage those mad dogs."

"The Ferocious God Team are called Ferocious Gods because they go berserk when they see blood."

Sure enough, the situation onstage changed abruptly the next second.

Seeing his teammate fall, Meng Li's eyes instantly became bloodshot and crimson.

"Kill! Kill them all for me!!"

The remaining members of the Ferocious God Team seemed to have flipped a switch. They completely abandoned defense and charged forward without regard for their lives.

This mad-dog style of fighting was utterly unreasonable.

Dai Mubai's pressure instantly increased severalfold.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Even with Ning Rongrong's support, Dai Mubai was focused down by three attack-type Spirit Masters at once.

His Body Protection Barrier shattered instantly.

He was blasted several meters back, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Just as Meng Li's enormous bear paw was about to smash into Dai Mubai,

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass desperately tugged at him.

Xiao Wu teleported forward and kicked the attack off course, narrowly saving Dai Mubai.

From the stands, Yu Xiaogang sneered.

"Do you see? This is the absolute gap in strength."

"Before absolute power and brutality, techniques simply aren't enough."

"Flender, prepare to save them."

He had no faith in the Shrek Seven Devils at all. After all, they had not yet undergone his training!

How could they possibly challenge opponents above their rank?