Betting-One of Douluo's Three Fundamental Rules!

"Little San!"

Yu Xiaogang pushed through the crowd and reached Tang San's side. Seeing Xiao Wu covered in bruises, he immediately frowned and scolded them in the tone of an elder. "Picking on someone younger than you? What have your teachers been teaching you?"

"Like student, like teacher, all right!" The sight of Yu Xiaogang's ugly old face filled Shui Yue'er with utter disgust, both physical and emotional. She immediately shot back:

"First of all, she was the one who asked for this spar."

"We already told her we were Soul Elders, but she insisted on sparring with us. I didn't even use a single offensive soul skill. I was just toying with her the whole time and never struck her hard. Everyone here saw that."

"Second, getting hurt in soul fighting is perfectly normal for soul masters. Her injuries don't even qualify as minor injuries—just superficial bruises at most. Surely you don't think she's allowed to hit other people while they aren't allowed to fight back?"

"Besides, who do you think you are? Is your soul power even at rank thirty? And you're lecturing us? What gives you the right?"

"If you two hadn't gone crazy, I would've had my junior brother heal her bruises already."

Shui Yue'er planted her hands on her hips and snapped back without mercy.

"You..." Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled with rage.

"Do you dare fight me in a wagered match? You may use your third soul skill, and I may use external tools. If I win, you must kneel and apologize to Xiao Wu and my teacher!" Tang San stepped forward, staring coldly at Shui Yue'er.

You bullied Xiao Wu and insulted my teacher. You've already earned yourself death!

Oh my heavens! It's betting, one of Douluo's three fundamental rules!

"And if you lose?"