Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Number Ninety-Eight walked up to Han Yu, looking down at her with a triumphant smile, and said:

"Kid, you're dead. Giving up now is your only chance to live."

Number Ninety-Eight's voice was full of threat and sarcasm. He paused deliberately, then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with malice and glee.

"This is what they call 'man proposes, God disposes.' I'll teach you to be arrogant; you really got picked. Hahahaha."

Han Yu raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips, and retorted, "Am I as arrogant as you? Number Ninety-Eight, are you really that sure you can take me down?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Number Ninety-Eight let out a cold snort and said disdainfully, "If I can't even beat you, hmph."

He deliberately left his sentence unfinished, but the contempt in his tone was self-evident.

Seeing this, Han Yu laughed instead of getting angry and suggested, "Then why don't we make a bet?"

This competition exists entirely for the purpose of gambling.

As he spoke, he habitually rubbed the ring on his right index finger, his tone relaxed and casual, as if he were just chatting.

A hint of doubt flashed in Number Ninety-Eight's eyes as he sized up Han Yu, asking, "Kid, you dare to bet with me? What are we betting on?"

Han Yu raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and slowly said, "Let's bet on your carving knife. If you lose, the carving knife is mine."

"I don't want your life. Look how easy-going, gentle, and magnanimous I am." He said, spreading his hands to make a harmless expression, his tone full of mockery. "Want my carving knife?"

Number Ninety-Eight frowned, looking at Han Yu's smiling face, and couldn't help but wonder.

This guy seems confident and doesn't seem to be bluffing at all. Could he really have something to rely on?

Although Number Ninety-Eight was a little nervous, he refused to back down and asked in a cold voice, "What are you betting with me?"

Unless you also have a carving knife for listing names, you're not qualified to gamble with me at all.

Han Yu shook her head and said calmly, "I don't have a list-engraving knife, but I do have a soul tool. What do you think?"

As he spoke, he reached into his robes and pulled out a round soul tool from his inner clothing. The soul tool was dark gold in color, with a smooth, mirror-like surface. It felt cool to the touch and faintly emitted a peculiar energy fluctuation.

It was the mortal protection that Jing Hongchen had once given him. Han Yu spread the mortal protection out in his palm, walked up to Number Ninety-Eight, and showed it to him.

We are all Soul Masters, and we all have a certain ability to identify Soul Tools.

Han Yu only showed him the core array of the Red Dust Protection for a moment, then injected a little soul power into it, releasing a trace of the Red Dust Protection aura, before putting the soul tool back into her bosom.

Number Ninety-Eight's previously nonchalant gaze vanished the moment he encountered the Red Dust's Protection, his pupils contracting sharply, his face filled with disbelief. That was… a miniature core magic array?

Soul tools are not necessarily better the bigger they are, especially for core magic arrays. Smaller soul tools are easier to carry. For example, this Red Dust Protection is only a few centimeters thick. If the core magic array embedded inside is too large, how can it be worn close to the body?

The same core magic array is ten times more difficult to create using micro-carving than to create it normally.

Generally speaking, only Soul Masters of Level 7 or above would attempt to create such a device. Although Number 98 only glanced at it just now, he discovered that the Red Dust Protection revealed at least five miniature core arrays, and each one looked extremely complex, definitely not an experimental prototype.

This is at least a level eight or higher soul tool!

Moreover, the aura was so intense. The value of those miniature core magic arrays alone was immeasurable.

Because each high-level Soul Master has their own unique method for creating the core magic array.

If one could learn even a little bit, it would be an invaluable treasure for a mid-level Soul Master.

Number 98 never expected that Han Yu would actually take out such a precious item to gamble with him.

Of course, he was also confident that his engraving knife was no less valuable than this level eight or higher soul tool.

Greed began to churn in his heart, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at Han Yu. Han Yu was also looking at him, her gaze calm, even carrying a hint of contempt.

Could it be a trap?

He's been playing dumb to lure me in and win my engraving knife.

Although Number Ninety-Eight was a bit arrogant, he was by no means stupid; otherwise, he could not have cultivated his Soul Master skills to this level before the age of thirty.

After careful consideration, he decided to refuse the bet. Although this would put him at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, it was better than actually losing his prized engraving knife.

But at that moment, he suddenly noticed a detail. Han Yu's fists seemed to be clenched slightly, and his knuckles were slightly bluish-white.

Soul Masters all share one thing in common: they have excellent eyesight.

Otherwise, how could one create such intricate soul tools?

Number Ninety-Eight's gaze fell on Han Yu's right hand, which was tightly gripping the metal armrest. The bulging veins and white knuckles made him suspicious again.

A faint smell of engine oil wafted from the armrest, mixed with the sweat of the surrounding crowd, causing him to frown uncomfortably.

"Could this guy be putting on an act? If he's not actually confident of beating me and is just trying to gain the upper hand with this bet, then wouldn't that be..."

Number Ninety-Eight's mind raced, and his gaze began to sweep over Han Yu, intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Yu maintained his previous posture, but Number Ninety-Eight keenly noticed that his other arm, hanging by his side, seemed to be trembling slightly. The trembling was so slight that Number Ninety-Eight would not have noticed it at all if he hadn't been watching him closely.

He sneered inwardly, "Keep pretending, keep pretending!" Continuing to observe, Number Ninety-Eight noticed that Han Yu's eyes were also somewhat unsteady, with a hint of panic and evasion occasionally flashing in her deep eyes, and she also looked somewhat unnatural when she met his gaze.

"Heh, looks like my guess was right, this guy was just bluffing!"

Number Ninety-Eight was secretly pleased with himself, but his face remained impassive, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"Fine, I'll bet with you!" He deliberately raised his voice, his tone filled with unwavering determination.

Han Yu was visibly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Number Ninety-Eight to agree so readily. He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and said:

"Are you really going to bet with me? I'm really missing a good engraving knife for listing documents. Thank you so much."

After saying that, he deliberately pretended to be greedy and licked his lips.

Number Ninety-Eight's inward sneer deepened. He looked at Han Yu with a playful gaze, as if he had already seen through his disguise.

"Are you really confident you can beat me? I doubt it. Kid, since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish today."

He deliberately emphasized the word "kid," with a hint of contempt and provocation.

"Let's bet! Enough with the nonsense!" Han Yu seemed to be angered by Number Ninety-Eight's attitude, and her tone became harsher.

"If you're so capable, make the bet public and let the Xishui Alliance be our witness! Otherwise, what if you lose and then try to renege?"

"Using reverse psychology? That won't work!"

Number Ninety-Eight had already concluded that Han Yu was feigning composure. He stared greedily at the soul tool in Han Yu's hand, as if it were already his.

A cold smile flashed across his lips. "Fine, then let the Xi Shui Alliance witness how you managed to transfer that soul tool to me! You, come here!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and casually waved to the emcee, Ah Jin, on the stage not far away.

Ah Jin was standing on the stage organizing the items for the next round of auction when he saw number ninety-eight's gesture. Startled, he quickly put down what he was holding and ran over.

He was just a host responsible for connecting the various segments; how could he dare to offend these most esteemed Soul Masters of the Sun Moon Empire?

Ah Jin bowed slightly, his face plastered with a fawning smile, and asked respectfully, "Sir, what are your orders?"

His tone was humble, his eyes revealing a fawning intent. Number Ninety-Eight, on the other hand, gave a disdainful snort, glancing sideways at Ah Jin with contempt, and slowly began to speak:

"My opponent and I are going to have a bet, a bet on who will win this match. Your Xishui Alliance will act as a notary, so that no one can't afford to lose."

Upon hearing this, A Jin's eyes lit up, as if he could see countless gold soul coins beckoning to him.

As the top emcee of the Golden Hall, he knew all too well what the VIP audience liked to see. A lively atmosphere was obviously more conducive to gambling, especially in the current situation where betting was taking place.

He rubbed his hands together excitedly, eager to know the details of the bet. To prevent Number Ninety-Eight from backing out, he quickly pressed for more information:

"Sir, may I ask what you and your opponent will use as the wager?" Number Ninety-Eight drew a finely carved carving knife from his waist and said arrogantly:

"My bet is this carving knife."

Ajin took the carving knife and examined it carefully. He discovered that this carving knife was extraordinary; the blade was incredibly sharp, and a sparkling gemstone was inlaid on the handle, clearly indicating its high value. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"A fine knife! A truly fine knife! I wonder what your opponent will use as the wager?"

Number 98 turned to look at Han Yu, who was looking down with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she was hesitating about something.

Number 98 raised his voice, his tone laced with a hint of threat, and said, "Number 66, you're not going to back out, are you?"

Han Yu took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision. He slowly raised his head and said firmly:

"Of course not, my bet is a soul tool."

Upon hearing the words "soul tool," Ah Jin's eyes widened even further, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that soul tools were rare treasures, priceless treasures, and the significance of this gamble was growing.

Suppressing his excitement, A Jinqiang asked Han Yu, "Which soul tool will you bet on?"

Han Yu didn't speak, but silently took out an ancient-looking soul tool from her bosom and handed it to A Jin.

A Jin took the soul tool and examined it carefully. He found that the soul tool was dark gold in color, with intricate patterns carved on it, and it emitted a powerful energy fluctuation. It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

He couldn't help but gasp, secretly marveling at how interesting this bet was becoming.

A Jin returned the soul tool to Han Yu, cleared his throat, picked up the megaphone soul tool, and loudly proclaimed on the stage:

"Dear VIPs who are currently placing bets, please wait a moment. There is a small matter that I must inform you of to help you make your judgment."

His voice was loud and passionate, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Just now, our two powerful Soul Masters, No. 98 and No. 66, who are about to compete, decided to have a two-on-one bet."

The number ninety-eighth Soul Master wagered his carving knife. The number sixty-sixth Soul Master wagered a powerful Soul Tool.

As soon as Akin finished speaking, the entire Golden Hall erupted in an uproar. Everyone was discussing it, and this sudden bet added a touch of excitement and suspense to the competition.

"We will immediately ask the chief referee of this match to evaluate these two items to determine the value of the bet."

Of course, this bet is now complete, and neither party can back out.

After A Jin announced the rules of the betting game, he handed the megaphone soul tool to the chief referee. The chief referee took the megaphone soul tool and began to evaluate the carving knife of number ninety-eight and the soul tool of Han Yu.

Number Ninety-Eight snatched the megaphone from Ah Jin's hand and shouted into it:

"My bet is the carving knife, so I'll still be using it in the competition later."

After saying this, he handed the megaphone back to A Jin. When he looked back at Han Yu, he found that Han Yu had already lowered his head, and there seemed to be sweat sliding down his temples.

"Maybe we should just give up, this doesn't seem right..." Han Yu seemed to say to herself.

"Forget it? No, it's too late. It's already been announced."

Number Ninety-Eight, with his excellent hearing, clearly heard Han Yu's whispered words and immediately shouted to stop her. At the same time, he felt his heart leap, as if he was about to lose something important.

Number Ninety-Eight instinctively gripped the carving knife in his hand, and a fine layer of sweat seeped from his palm.

At this moment, Number Ninety-Eight sensed three powerful soul force fluctuations coming from afar. He looked up and saw that the three referees sent by the Xi Shui Alliance for this match had already taken to the stage.

These three referees were different from those in previous matches. This time, the fluctuations of their soul power were deeper and more vast, like an endless ocean, inspiring awe.

Yes, the referees have changed again. This is the final six-team battle, and all the referees this time are level seven Soul Masters. (End of Chapter)