Flender Took the Bait!

Flender Took the Bait!

Sith was startled as well.

In his view, Flender had probably gotten angry.

So he stepped forward and bowed.

"Lord Soul Master, Hongjun is only a child. Please don't hold it against him," Sith said.

Then he looked at Ma Hongjun.

"Hongjun, apologize at once," Sith said.

"It's fine, old sir. I'm merely curious. There's no harm in making a bet with this little fellow. Let's hear it—what do you want to bet on?" Flender said.

His last sentence was directed at Ma Hongjun.

Sith froze.

He then looked at Ma Hongjun.

The meaning in his eyes was obvious.

He was telling Ma Hongjun not to speak recklessly.

But because Ma Hongjun knew the identity of the man before him, he was not too afraid.

Of course, if it had been anyone else, he absolutely would not have been so rash.

So he said directly, "Respected Lord Soul Master, didn't you say it would be difficult for us to become Soul Masters? What I want to bet on is that someone among us will become a Soul Master."

Flender was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"You should know that becoming a Soul Master isn't so easy. Along my journey, I've passed through more than a dozen villages, yet not a single one awakened a good Martial Soul. Their Innate Soul Power was pitifully low as well. They simply had no chance of becoming Soul Masters," Flender said.

Then he changed the subject. "Besides, it seems you have nothing to wager against me! A bet naturally requires stakes, but you have no stakes at all. I don't know whether you can become a Soul Master, but right now, you seem to have no idea of your own place."

At that, Flender looked at Ma Hongjun.

He wanted to see what else this child could say.

He intended to let the boy understand that not every Soul Master in this world was like him. That was why his words earlier had not been very pleasant.

"Respected Lord Soul Master, are you afraid to bet?" Ma Hongjun said.

Flender paused, then grew a little angry. This little fatty kept calling him respected Lord Soul Master, yet Flender could not hear the slightest trace of respect in his words.

"Fine, fine, fine. Kid, how do you want to bet? Don't blame me for not warning you—if you can't produce decent stakes, I won't bet with you. And if you lose, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson," Flender said.

The village chief had just said that the Martial Souls in this village had been poultry for generations.

The kid before him was probably the same.

According to Xiao Gang's theory, such a village would basically never produce any other Martial Soul.

Unless there was a mutation.

But the odds of a Martial Soul mutating were about the same as him encountering a Title Douluo right now.

So small they could be ignored.

There was also another point: what he and the boy were betting on was becoming a Soul Master.

Even if the Martial Soul really mutated, the odds of it mutating in a favorable direction were tiny.

He had basically already won.

He wanted to see what this little fatty would say.

Sith grew anxious upon hearing this.

"Hongjun, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sith scolded.

"Grandpa, you don't believe that one of us can become a Soul Master either?" Ma Hongjun said.

Sith was left speechless.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun immediately turned to Flender and said, "If I win, Respected Lord Soul Master must agree to one condition of mine. If I lose, Lord Soul Master may deal with me as you please."

"If you fail to awaken, you're only a child. Let me deal with you as I please? Don't you find that ridiculous?" Flender sneered.

Ma Hongjun seemed stunned by his words.

After some hesitation, he finally said, "My lord, I also have... I have one Gold Soul Coin."

Ma Hongjun had spoken righteously before, but his last sentence came with a pained expression.

It gave Flender the illusion that he could do whatever he wanted with Ma Hongjun himself, but the money was his life.

At that moment, Flender finally felt that the little fatty before him was truly a child.

One Gold Soul Coin was nothing to him, but to the little boy before him, it was probably very important.

Thinking this, a smile appeared at the corner of Flender's mouth.

"Fine, I agree," Flender said.

He would treat it as teaching this interesting boy a lesson! He could forgo the Gold Soul Coin when the time came, but he would definitely make this boy remember it deeply!

After traveling for so long, this was the first time he had encountered someone so interesting. Giving him a little guidance could count as doing a good deed.

"Hongjun, aren't you just fooling around?" Sith said.

One Gold Soul Coin was enough to support a family of three for over half a month.

Besides, betting with a Lord Soul Master—wasn't that just courting death?

So Sith was truly anxious at this moment.

"Grandpa Sith, it's fine. I have a feeling that we'll win," Ma Hongjun said.

But Sith could not take it in.

"Kid, if you don't get going soon, you'll probably miss it. If that happens, then even if I win, your Gold Coin will be mine," Flender reminded him.

Sith's expression changed upon hearing that.

This incident had indeed delayed them for quite a while.

"Thank you for the reminder, Lord Soul Master. Hongjun, hurry up. How could you be so muddleheaded?" Sith said directly.

Then he led the two children away at a quicker pace.

Ma Hongjun also wore a nervous expression.

But inwardly, he was somewhat delighted.

Flender had really agreed.

Ma Hongjun had not expected that.

Originally, Ma Hongjun had planned to develop on his own.

But the moment he saw Flender, he changed his mind.

This world was simply too dangerous.

It would truly be difficult relying on himself alone.

Under such circumstances, finding a bodyguard was necessary. Flender's strength was more than enough. He might not compare to the best, but he was more than capable compared to most.

But Ma Hongjun did not want to take him as his master. If it were a pretty older sister, he might consider it and perhaps even have a long-lasting teacher-student romance.

Besides, as for a teacher, he already carried one with him. She was merely asleep. Wouldn't Big Sister Irene make a far better teacher than Flender?

Though he did not know what Big Sister Irene thought about it, that did not stop him from looking forward to it.

And since the next sign-in location was Shrek, that was why Ma Hongjun had done this.

Though Flender was rather stingy and had some bizarre ideas, he was a decent person.

He should carry out his promises to the end.

After all, he was the sort of ruthless man who could resolutely give the woman he loved to his brother.

Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun found it rather strange. How exactly had Grandmaster managed to make two such outstanding women fall for him?

Looking across Douluo, Grandmaster was one of a kind.

For that alone, Ma Hongjun admired him.

But admiration did not mean approval.

In Ma Hongjun's view, flirting without protecting was scumbag behavior; protecting without the strength to do so was useless. Clearly, Grandmaster was both useless and a scumbag!

Of course, Ma Hongjun would never admit that he envied Grandmaster. Absolutely never.

"Ah, if only both of them liked me. I definitely wouldn't be a scumbag!"

Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun felt a little melancholy. Such wonderful older sisters—how had they been so easily fooled?

If he got the chance, he definitely had to wake them up to the truth.

Ma Hongjun suddenly felt a sense of mission.

(End of Chapter)