"You little brat, say that again..."
Zhao Youji was just about to roll up his sleeves, but when he met those scarlet eyes, he felt a chill rise in his heart for some inexplicable reason.
It was as though a gigantic predator had set its sights on him.
And so, the rest of Zhao Youji's words lodged in his throat, unable to go up or down, leaving him decidedly uncomfortable.
"Hey, enough, enough. Stop arguing. Old Zhao, you're a grown man..."
Sensing something wrong with the atmosphere, Yang Wushuang immediately stepped over to offer him a way out.
Zhao Youji took it, though he still muttered, "Hmph, if it weren't for how young he is..."
"Just say less..." Yang Wushuang hurriedly shut him up.
Couldn't he see that something was very wrong with the purple-clad boy's current state?
He looked ready to pick someone out and devour them.
After restoring order in the surrounding area, Du Weilun stepped onto the assessment platform.
He announced in a clear, carrying voice:
"Since so many students have come to watch this match, I'll serve as the referee."
"The rules are simple. Whichever side gets knocked out of the assessment area loses. You may use any means of attack, including but not limited to Soul Skills, hidden weapons, and Soul Tools."
After saying that, he turned to Yang Lin. "Student Yang, do you have anything to add?"
"Yes, of course. I think this is extremely unfair!"
Yang Lin's tone remained level.
The students below all nodded. It was a little unfair.
"It really is too unfair. A Soul Elder against two Soul Emperors, three Soul Kings, and one... uh, Soul Elder? How could he possibly win?"
"Exactly. At the very least, those teachers should suppress their Soul Power to the Soul Elder level. That way, the white-haired boy won't lose quite so miserably."
Some know-it-all students eagerly offered their opinions.
Of course, there were also those who disagreed.
"Do you think Director Du is an idiot? Wouldn't a Soul Douluo know more than you? If he's here refereeing, that means this new student really is exceptionally capable."
"Exactly. You think you're so clever. I think the new student meant he'd fight all six one at a time, and Director Du simply misunderstood."
"But can three rings really beat six?"
"Come on, this is Shrek. No monster would surprise me here. Tell me someone with one ring will fight a Titled Douluo tomorrow, and I'd believe it."
"Uh... I still wouldn't believe that."
Just as the spectators below were whispering among themselves, Yang Lin's next words silenced them all.
"Since they're the challengers, to make things fair, I won't use my Martial Soul. I'll fight purely with my physique. If the six of them can force me to use a Soul Skill, then I lose!"
The white-haired boy held his head slightly high, his expression calm as he spoke as though it were only natural.
In the most level voice, he delivered the most outrageously boastful words.
An uproar erupted!
The Shrek students below instantly widened their eyes, all convinced they had misheard.
"Wait... has this guy gone mad? He wants to fight six people without using his Martial Soul? Is he joking?"
"Holy shit, this guy really knows how to show off."
"But honestly, even as a guy, I think he looks insanely cool."
"Nannan, just watch. This new student is definitely going to get beaten up badly in a moment..."
Like the vast majority of the boys, Xu Sanshi was mocking Yang Lin.
He failed to notice how Jiang Nannan's eyes beside him had lit up.
"Finally... I've finally found you! So your name is Yang Lin..."
"Nannan, what did you find?"
Xu Sanshi scratched his head, having missed what the goddess beside him had said.
Jiang Nannan turned toward him, her gaze turning slightly fierce. Pointing into the distance, she said coldly:
"Get lost! Don't let me hear you talking about that new student behind his back again..."
With that, she turned away and stopped looking at Xu Sanshi...
"Hey... Nannan, don't be angry. I won't say anything like that again, okay?"
Although Xu Sanshi didn't know why, he instantly backed down and apologized.
"Whichever one of you six can force me to use a Soul Skill gets this Soul Bone."
Yang Lin paid no attention to the students' uproar. Stirring up their emotions like this was precisely how he could gain more Emotional Value.
The Emotional Value on his panel was now refreshing so quickly that it could barely keep up.
From his Storage Ring, he took out the Soul Bone that had previously dropped from the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
The boy tilted his head slightly, as though something else had occurred to him, and continued:
"Oh, right. This is a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear External Soul Bone. With this reward sweetening the deal, I hope you can keep me entertained."
If Yang Lin's earlier words had been a pebble tossed into water,
Then taking out a Soul Bone as his stake was the equivalent of throwing a nuclear bomb into it.
Almost every Soul Master present stared eagerly at the Soul Bone in that slender hand.
They desperately wished they were the person standing on the platform holding it.
Most felt that Yang Lin was simply squandering heaven's treasures. Instead of absorbing such an excellent Soul Bone himself, he was using it as a wager...
This was a Soul Bone! And an External Soul Bone at that, every bit as important as a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!
Surely no Soul Master could resist coveting it.
This time, no one mocked him. Most already believed that this white-haired boy might truly have something up his sleeve.
Otherwise, he couldn't possibly use something so precious as a wager.
Yang Lin's act of producing the Soul Bone, combined with his supremely boastful words and composed expression,
Made the boy, who already shone thanks to his good looks, shine even brighter.
Quite a few senior girls were already going weak in the thighs, their gazes turning scorching as they looked at the white-haired boy.
A junior with looks, money, and strength was simply a perfect partner one might not encounter even once in ten thousand years!
Some were so excited that they shouted aloud:
"Ahhh! Junior Yang, you've got this!"
"Junior Yang, I love you!"
"Junior, you're an absolute dreamboat! Go for it!"
At that moment, the name Yang Lin became deeply etched in everyone's mind.
Even though he had yet to enroll.
Watching the radiant boy, Jiang Nannan fell into a daze for a moment.
He was still just like he had been three years ago, every bit as dazzling and confident.
"You've got this!"
Even the usually aloof Jiang Nannan couldn't help murmuring encouragement.
"Nannan, do you need me to shout for you? Don't worry, I've got a really loud voice. I guarantee I can get that white-haired guy to notice us! Then he'll see how beautiful you are. Hehe."
"You're sick!"
Like the spectators below, the teachers on the platform now wore eager gazes and breathed heavily.
The teachers who had originally intended to go through the motions now had sharp looks in their eyes.
Zhao Youji in particular looked as though flames might shoot from his eyes.
His Martial Soul was the Mighty Bear, making him the most compatible with this Soul Bone.
Du Weilun's previously tranquil expression had also turned to one of extreme astonishment.
This brat is playing for such high stakes... Even I'm itching to get my hands on that thing, let alone those teachers. Is he really not afraid of crashing and burning?
Despite those thoughts, he gave a dry cough and announced once more in a carrying voice:
"Very well. Since Student Yang has made his decision, I hereby declare-the match begins!"
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