Among them all, only Lin Chen remained calm, without the slightest ripple in his expression.
He lowered his eyes to the Soul Bone and quickly weighed it up. He specialized in support, speed, and Mental Interference, relying on technique and battlefield control rather than brute physical strength. A Soul Bone devoted purely to strength was of negligible use to him—a chicken rib, hardly worth eating but a shame to throw away.
Besides, this Thousand Jun Ant had only been a pseudo-ten-thousand-year beast, never truly completing its transformation. The Soul Bone it produced was of average quality, with limited growth potential, nowhere near top-tier.
Lin Chen quietly calculated his options. In his previous life, he had known the entire Douluo story, and all the truly exceptional, top-tier Soul Bones ended up with Tang San.
Their quality and growth potential left this one more than ten streets behind.
Rather than fight over an ordinary specimen now, he might as well give it up and wait for a chance to snatch Tang San's top-tier opportunities later. That would be a deal with guaranteed profit and no losses.
Having thought it through, Lin Chen broke the silence, his tone casual and decisive. "I won't compete for this Soul Bone. You guys can discuss how to divide it among yourselves."
Everyone froze and instinctively looked up at Lin Chen. None of them had expected him to give up such an enormous benefit so readily. Anyone else would have fought for it, no matter what.
Lin Chen offered no further explanation and ignored their astonished looks, turning and walking straight toward the ant king's split-open corpse.
His gaze settled on its legs. Beneath the broken shell, firm, snow-white flesh lay exposed, looking remarkably fresh. A spontaneous idea suddenly popped into his head.
*This Thousand Jun Ant's