Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 214 Dai Huabin Kneels

Huo Yuhao paused, looked at Dai Huabin's dazed eyes, and continued:

"You challenged a thousand-year-old soul beast, but your battle score was not full, and your final score was 149 points. As for me, although I chose a hundred-year-old soul beast, my performance was too outstanding and I received an exceptional full score from the judges, 150 points."

Every word he uttered was like a steel knife, piercing deeply into Dai Huabin's heart.

"150 points, that's 149 points."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Huo Yuhao's lips.

"It was you who lost."

Dai Huabin's body began to tremble violently.

Lost...

He lost...

He, the son of the White Tiger Duke, a Soul Master nearing level 40, actually lost to a piece of trash who was only level 20.
Moreover, it was in a way that he could not understand or accept at all.

In front of hundreds of classmates, in front of more than a dozen teachers, in front of the dean of students and a titled Douluo...

He cannot go back on his word, much less renege on his debt.

Dai Huabin's pride wouldn't allow him to do anything more shameful or cowardly than defeat.

"puff--!"

A surge of emotion, a mixture of humiliation, anger, resentment, and despair, rushed into his mind.

Dai Huabin felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his face instantly flushed with a sickly red. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood, which stained the dark yellow sand with a glaring blood flower.

His eyes turned venomous as he glared at Huo Yuhao, as if trying to etch his image into his very bones.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, without hesitation, his knees buckled and he collapsed heavily to the ground with a thud.

He lowered his once proud head, and with all his might, he forced out the words through clenched teeth—words powerful enough to shatter all his dignity:
"...Yes...I lost..."

"...I...am...a...useless..."

After saying that, he seemed to have all his energy drained away.

He suddenly stood up, without even looking at the expressions of anyone around him, turned around, and staggered away from the arena without looking back.

That figure was filled with dishevelment and panic.

"Hua Bin".

Zhu Lu screamed in worry. She glared fiercely at Huo Yuhao, who was expressionless, her eyes filled with resentment and warning. Then she quickly lifted her skirt and chased after him.

The entire Colosseum was deathly silent.

Gong Changlong remained silent, watching everything with great interest.

Only after Dai Huabin's figure disappeared at the exit did he stroke his steel-needle stubble, squint his eyes, and mutter to himself:

"This kid... he's a ruthless guy who can bend and stretch."

"Wow...Oh my god...Dai Huabin...he really knelt down."

In the group, Ye Guyi covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

She never imagined that Dai Huabin, who was usually as proud as a peacock, would actually fulfill that extremely humiliating bet in front of so many people.

"As expected."

Yin Chen, standing to the side, spoke in a very calm tone.

"Given his pride, the shame of publicly reneging and denying his promise would be far more unbearable for him than kneeling down to admit defeat."

Yin Chen looked in the direction where Dai Huabin had disappeared and spoke slowly.

"Although he is arrogant and domineering with countless flaws, at least he still retains the backbone of a strong person—the willingness to accept defeat." Yin Chen had used Dai Huabin as a whetstone for so many years, so he understood his character quite well.

"No, wait a minute."

Ye Guyi was initially taken aback by Yin Chen's analysis, but her mind worked quickly, and she suddenly realized what he meant.

She grabbed Yin Chen's arm and angrily questioned him:

“Dai Huabin lost, which means… I lost too. Yin Chen, did you already know? You tricked me.”

"Didn't you propose this bet yourself, all excited about it?"

Yin Chen shrugged, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Besides, it was you who lacked martial ethics and preemptively chose Dai Huabin, who seemed to have a higher chance of winning. I was forced to make the choice."

"I……"

The little angel's face instantly darkened.

Upon closer examination, she realized that it was indeed true.

From beginning to end, she dug a huge hole for herself and then happily jumped in.

Throughout the entire process, Yin Chen did not do anything to harm her; in fact, he even showed a hint of helplessness.

Damn, it's so hateful.

Just as Ye Guyi was feeling so depressed that she was about to shut herself off, a clear, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, gently rang in her ear.

"The most expensive."

The one speaking was Gu Yuena.

A faint smile played on her lips, and her beautiful purple eyes gleamed with anticipation for a good show.

Those three simple words were like the sharpest finishing blow, precisely striking Ye Guyi's vitals.

Ye Guyi exaggeratedly clutched her chest, looking utterly defeated and heartbroken.

Listening to the Tide Pavilion... still the most expensive package. She is different from Yin Chen. This guy Yin Chen has Princess Xu Jiujiu of the Star Luo Empire, that rich woman, supporting him openly and secretly. He spends money extravagantly.

As for her, although she had an ancestor who was teaching her, that ancestor was extremely strict with her and gave her very little pocket money. She dared not squander it like Yin Chen.

Even if she goes to Tingchao Pavilion for the most expensive meal, she'll really feel the pinch for a long time.

Dai Huabin's pitiful departure after kneeling and kowtowing marked the end of this momentous bet.

However, the storm it has stirred up has only just begun.

The entire arena was shrouded in an eerie silence, and everyone's gaze unconsciously shifted back and forth between Huo Yuhao and Beast King Douluo Gong Changlong.

The anger on Gong Changlong's rugged face had long since faded, replaced by a gaze full of curiosity and scrutiny.

He touched the steel-needle stubble on his chin and took a step forward.

With just this one step, an invisible pressure enveloped Huo Yuhao, making him feel as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and he couldn't even breathe properly.

"Boy."

Gong Changlong's voice was deep and imposing.

"What's going on with your spirit rings? Don't tell me that a level 20+ Great Spirit Master like you actually has two 100,000-year spirit rings."

Despite being nervous, Huo Yuhao maintained a composure beyond his years when questioned by a titled Douluo.

He knew that at this time, any excuses or cover-ups would only lead to deeper suspicion.

He bowed slightly respectfully and answered honestly:
"Reporting to Elder Gong, that is not a real spirit ring. It is the second spirit skill of my first spirit, the Spirit Eye, called 'Simulation'. It can simulate the form and aura of any spirit ring I have ever seen through powerful mental strength."

(End of this chapter)