Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 161 Zhou Sichen's Bankruptcy
"Yuhao."

Wang Dong exclaimed in surprise and rushed onto the stage to catch Huo Yuhao, who was about to fall.

Yin Chen, however, gave Huo Yuhao a deep look into his eyes the moment he fell.

'Electra, the Necromancer Saint, I've long admired your name.'

A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

silence.

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire Soul Fighting Zone.

All eyes were focused on the silver-haired, heterochromatic-eyed boy in the center of the arena.

He simply stood there quietly, yet he seemed to become the center of attention; the chill emanating from him made everyone hold their breath.

Yin Chen clapped his hands, the crisp sound breaking the deathly silence.

The layer of diamond-like ice crystals covering his right hand quietly faded away, as if it had never been there at all.

His gaze fell on Wu Feng, who was still in a daze. His tone was flat, revealing no emotion, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Alright, Wu Feng."

Wu Feng trembled, abruptly raised his head, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

There was fear, resentment, and a hint of confusion that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Whether you admit it or not, Huo Yuhao was able to fight you to this extent. Among all the freshmen, there are very few who could do that."

Yin Chen was stating a fact.

"Don't cause him any more trouble in the future."

He paused and added:

"We're all classmates, so it's normal to have some conflicts and friction. You can argue, or even fight on the Soul Arena like today and solve problems with your fists. But there's no need to fight to the death. This is Shrek Academy, not your backyard, and certainly not a place where you can kill people at will."

The first half of these words were addressed to Wu Feng, while the second half was addressed to all the proud and arrogant young talents in the audience.

Wu Feng's lips moved, as if she wanted to refute something, but when she met Yin Chen's emotionless gaze, she swallowed her words and lowered her head in humiliation.

She knew that Yin Chen was right.

If it weren't for Yin Chen's intervention, she might be an idiot by now.

After speaking about Wu Feng, Yin Chen turned around, his one gold and one green eye sweeping over the silent freshmen class below the stage.

"Same for you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"While Gu Yue and I were away, you guys just kept messing around like this. What, do you think Teacher Wang Yan and Teacher Han Ruoruo are so good-tempered that they can't control you?"

"They've even started gambling? That's quite audacious."

Yin Chen's lips curled into a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Who started this betting? Step forward."

The students below the stage immediately stirred, looking at each other, but no one dared to speak.

Yin Chen wasn't in a hurry; he just watched them quietly.

"Boss."

Cao Jinxuan cleared his throat and shouted loudly, pointing precisely at his friend beside him.

"It was a betting game started by Zhou Sichen."

His voice was powerful and full of a sense of justice, as if he were a hero exposing evil forces.

Zhou Sichen, whose name was called, froze instantly.

He slowly, step by step, turned his head, staring intently at Cao Jinxuan with eyes filled with grief, indignation, and disbelief. His gaze seemed to say, 'Weren't we sworn brothers? Weren't we childhood friends? How could you betray me like this?'

Cao Jinxuan responded with a helpless expression that said, "Brother, good luck to you," and even quietly moved two steps to the side, afraid of being implicated.

Zhou Sichen's heart sank to the ground.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Yin Chen on the arena again, his face now filled with a fawning, almost obsequious smile.

He jogged to the front, tilted his head back, and said in the most sincere tone:
"Boss, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will never do it again. I just saw that everyone was so enthusiastic and wanted to liven up the atmosphere. I really didn't think that much."

Yin Chen glanced at him and said indifferently, "You want a next time?"

Zhou Sichen broke out in a cold sweat: "No, no, no, there will absolutely be no next time, boss, don't worry."

Yin Chen ignored his assurances and glanced at the crowd below the stage before finally settling on the soul tool screen that was temporarily serving as an odds board.

"Let me see... the odds for betting on Wu Feng to win are 1 to 1.1, and the odds for betting on Huo Yuhao to win are 1 to 10."

As he read out the two numbers, many students who had suppressed Wu Feng showed a complex expression of mixed regret and relief.

What's frustrating is losing money, but what's fortunate is that I didn't bet too much.

Yin Chen's gaze shifted to Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, who were supporting Huo Yuhao in the crowd, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, how much did you two bet on?"

Wang Dong was busy checking Huo Yuhao's injuries at the moment. When he heard the question, he replied without looking up, "I bet a thousand gold soul coins."

Xiao Xiao also answered softly, "I...I also bet a thousand."

One thousand gold soul coins.

A collective gasp immediately rose from the audience.

This is not a small amount of money for these freshmen, after all, they need to spend money on various things at Shrek Academy, and their pocket money is not much.

Yin Chen nodded, his gaze returning to Zhou Sichen, his eyes looking at him as if he were a pitiful wretch who had gone bankrupt.

"So, how do we calculate the result, Sister Ruoruo?"

Yin Chen looked at Han Ruoruo beside him.

Han Ruoruo was also somewhat taken aback by this sudden turn of events, but she quickly made a professional judgment:

"According to the rules, it can be ruled a draw, but..."

She changed the subject, saying, "Although you stopped the final battle, Yin Chen, I can already determine that Huo Yuhao won."

Yin Chen nodded in agreement, then looked at Zhou Sichen and pronounced his death sentence.

"Did you hear that? Huo Yuhao wins, 1 to 10. Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao each bet 1,000, so you need to pay them 10,000 gold soul coins each, for a total of 20,000."

"As for the money won from betting on witchcraft..."

Yin Chen glanced at the total amount on the screen.

"It adds up to less than three thousand gold soul coins, not even enough to fill a hole. Zhou Sichen, do the math yourself."

"Two...two thousand gold soul coins..."

Zhou Sichen's eyes instantly lost focus, and her whole being seemed to have been ripped out of her soul, turning gray and white from the inside out.

He felt like the sky had fallen.

'Twenty thousand...twenty thousand gold soul coins...where...where am I supposed to get so much money?'

His mind went blank.

'My entire fortune adds up to less than five hundred gold soul coins, and I still owe that bastard Cao Jinxuan three hundred…'

(End of this chapter)