Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 37 "Pfft" Who put that?

"Of course, you mean the stakes?"

Ning Tian responded that he was very confident in Wu Feng, and as the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, he was not short of money.

"Although I don't usually like gambling, I'm willing to play with you."

Han Yu chuckled inwardly. Actually, he didn't like gambling. Why?

Because in his previous life he was just an ordinary person struggling to make a living, he had no right to participate in this kind of entertainment.

Moreover, they are unwilling to entrust their fate to so-called luck.

But knowing the answer, he didn't mind taking the gamble.

"A little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is harmful. How about two thousand gold soul coins?"

After a moment's thought, Han Yu proposed a bet that he considered to be extremely large.

She looked at Ning Tian with slight worry; what if she didn't accept? Then the money would be gone.

"Alright, then two thousand gold soul coins."

Ning Tian said without blinking.

Han Yu's expression changed upon hearing this.

He secretly cursed himself, realizing he had underestimated the true value of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Since arriving in Douluo Continent six years ago, the most gold soul coins I have are the two thousand given to me by Bei Bei.

As for the Body Sect?

Although the teacher couldn't be poisoned, he was given plenty of nutritious food, but not a single golden soul coin was given to him.

This led him, the young master of the Body Sect, to spend his days hunting souls for others and making bets with people all for money.

Did you sacrifice your life for money in your past life, and can't escape it in this one?

"Feeding? What are you doing?"

Ning Tian stretched out his fair arm and gently waved it in front of Han Yu.

"Ah? It's nothing. I was just lost in thought. Two thousand gold soul coins it is."

Han Yu's eyes were indifferent as she turned to look at Wu Feng, who was poised to strike.

Wu Feng took a deep breath. The surrounding students were all watching her, which made her feel immense pressure.

"Ah, bend over."

Wu Feng exerted force suddenly, and the veins on his hands began to bulge menacingly.

The students around him held their breath, clenched their fists, and silently cheered for Wu Feng.

"Huff, huff."

"It's so hard, I can't bend it anymore," Wu Feng said, his face turning red from exerting all his strength.

"Keep it up! Keep it up!"

Someone shouted something, and then the students echoed it.

"See? She definitely can't bend it."

Han Yu whispered to Ning Tian.

Seeing this, Ning Tian couldn't help but shout, "Go, Feng Mei! You can do it!"

Encouraged, Wu Feng's spirits lifted, and two yellow soul rings rose from beneath her feet.

"I can't let the young master down, she's watching me." Wu Feng was excited, and his second soul ring lit up immediately.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Wrath!"

In Dragon's Fury state, her power surges instantly.

"Open it for me!"

"Wu Feng has used his soul skill! He'll definitely be able to bend her this time. Go Wu Feng!" A chubby student cheered from the side, and judging from his expression, he seemed to admire Wu Feng quite a bit.

Ga!

A slightly aching sound rang out, and the White Tiger Staff, which had been completely still, began to bend slightly under the immense power of Wu Feng.

However, that was all; no matter how hard Wu Feng tried, the White Tiger Staff remained completely still.

"What should I do? I've reached my limit. Just maintaining this arc takes a lot of my strength, let alone bending it."

Wu Feng, panting heavily, caught a glimpse of Ning Tian's encouraging expression out of the corner of his eye.

"No, I can't let the young master down. I can do it!"

Wu Feng gritted her teeth, the veins on her arms bulging, and sweat dripped slowly from her forehead, soaking through her tight leather clothes.

The male students watching couldn't help but swallow hard, their eyes glued to her exquisite curves.

Wu Feng's legs sank again, and his hands trembled violently, as if he was about to break through his limit.

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone.

"puff!"

In the quiet training room, a sound suddenly rang out, like a clap of thunder on a sweltering summer day, making people instinctively cover their ears.

The students watching had strange expressions and took a few steps back, making the originally crowded space much more spacious in an instant.

The fat student who had been there earlier couldn't help but yell as he backed away, "Who put this here? Did they poison us?"

"If the poison causes any serious harm, this matter will not be over."

Of course, this was mostly said in jest, and given that everyone was gathered together just now, it was really hard to say who the murderer was.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Maybe you were the one who set it off."

A male student wearing glasses adjusted his glasses, as if he had discovered the culprit, and couldn't help but jump out and point at the fat student.

"What did you say? I think you're the one who farted. Nobody else said anything, but you were the one jumping up and down the loudest. Admit it, it was you."

The chubby student crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly back, and looked like he had seen through everything.

"It wasn't me! Hey, believe me, it really wasn't me!"

Seeing that the other students were distancing themselves from him, the bespectacled student waved his hand, trying to regain their trust and prove his innocence.

However, sometimes the person who wrongs you knows better than you how wronged you are.

Han Yu took a few steps back and glanced at Wu Feng in the arena with a strange expression. She didn't expect that he would gain an admirer so early in the semester. Fatty was indeed the most mature one.

Tsk tsk, what kind of situation is this? I told you to pry it open, not to let it go.

Hearing the accusations around him, Wu Feng's already red cheeks turned even redder, like a monkey's bottom.

"I can't bend it anymore, Teacher Mu."

With his strength waning, Wu Feng released the White Tiger Staff from his grasp and collapsed to the ground.

Mu Jin, who was closest to the situation, knew about it, but she didn't come forward to explain, since it wouldn't be good for Wu Feng's image if this got out.

With a slight smile, he said, "It's normal that you can't bend it. This is the fourth level of strength, which only a Soul Master can bend. Press the button at the top to adjust it to the third level, which should be the most suitable stage for you right now."

"So that's how it is. No wonder I couldn't bend Wu Feng. It's the highest difficulty level." The fat student muttered.

Mu Jin was not surprised that she couldn't break it. She looked at Wu Feng, who was able to shake the White Tiger Staff, with a hint of admiration in her eyes. Dragon-type martial souls are indeed extraordinary.

If it were an ordinary beast spirit master, they would be lucky to even be able to move a second-grade one.

"what?"

Wu Feng's eyes widened. So that was a fourth-grade weapon that only a Soul Master could bend. It seemed that it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that the difficulty was too high. Moreover, he had even managed to shake the White Tiger Staff, which only a Soul Master could bend, by a hair.

"The young master will probably praise me, right?" Thinking this, Wu Feng looked expectantly in Ning Tian's direction.

His face then froze.

She noticed that Ning Tian wasn't paying attention to her at all, but was chatting and laughing with Han Yu beside him.

"Did you already know this was the highest level of difficulty? No wonder you were so confident." Ning Tian looked at Han Yu, who had a calm expression, and couldn't help but say.

Despite being exposed, Han Yu remained unfazed, nodding calmly: "Indeed, could it be that Young Master Ning Tian intends to use this as an excuse to renege on his debt?"

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