Douluo 2: Check-In Douluo Dalu

Upon hearing the three voices, Zhou Sichen immediately collected their bets. The other students had wagered around two thousand gold soul coins in total, but Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao had just matched that amount. In other words, Zhou Sichen wouldn't have to spend a single coin from his own pocket if Huo Yuhao lost. In fact, with Wang Feng's additional bet, he stood to gain as much as ten thousand gold coins. In short, the crisis had been averted.

"Alright, fifty gold coins on Huo Yuhao."

Two crisp voices rang out at the same time, shocking Zhou Sichen. There were still people willing to bet on Huo Yuhao? Upon taking a closer look, he realized the ones placing the bet were the twin sisters from the Lan family.

The two girls smiled at Wang Dong and handed over a total of fifty gold soul coins.

"I'll bet fifty as well."

Another voice joined in, surprising Zhou Sichen even more. This time, it was his own friend, Cao Jinxuan. During their previous match against Huo Yuhao's team, Jinxuan hadn't even managed to use a single soul skill before being knocked out by the combined Spiritual Shock from Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

"Jinxuan, what are you doing?" Zhou Sichen asked suspiciously.

Cao Jinxuan gave a sly smile. "I know you've got plenty of money. So why shouldn't I place a bet on something that might just win?"

Zhou Sichen still looked wary. "That's not like you. You never do anything unless there's something in it for you—or unless you're sure of the outcome."

Cao Jinxuan shrugged casually. "That's none of your business. Anyway, it's just fifty coins. Not exactly cruel. But let me remind you: if Huo Yuhao wins, you're going bankrupt. With 10-to-1 odds, you'll owe a total of 121,000 gold soul coins from just 12,100 in bets!"

Cold sweat immediately formed on Zhou Sichen's face. That's right! If Huo Yuhao actually won… what would he do? Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao had each bet a thousand coins! Multiply that by ten, and that's already a huge amount! And Wang Feng had bet ten thousand coins… meaning if he won, he'd receive a hundred thousand!

"Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, Wang Feng… can you guys lower your bets a little?"

Zhou Sichen's previously confident attitude had crumbled completely. His wish for Huo Yuhao to put on a good show had now turned into genuine anxiety.

But Wang Feng merely smiled without saying a word.

Wang Dong replied casually, "You were the one who said you'd accept any amount, no matter how big. I believe in Huo Yuhao, and I'm not afraid of losing. Why are you?"

With that, the three—Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Wang Feng—turned around and walked toward their seats.

Watching their backs, Zhou Sichen grumbled in frustration. "Hmph, we'll see who's crying later. It'd be ridiculous if Huo Yuhao actually beat Wu Feng, especially with such a massive power gap…"

But deep down, he knew: I dug my own grave with those odds! If I'd known people were going to bet this much, I would've set them more reasonably so I could still make a profit.

Cao Jinxuan patted his shoulder and said meaningfully, "Impulsiveness is the devil."

While all the betting was going on enthusiastically, Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng had already stepped onto the stage for their duel. To ensure fairness, Wang Yan had personally volunteered to referee the match.

As they entered the arena, Wang Yan said seriously, "Let me remind you once again—this is a match between classmates. You may give it your best, but you must not injure your opponent. Do you both understand?"

Huo Yuhao nodded obediently, while Wu Feng appeared indifferent.

Nodding absentmindedly, Wu Feng was already focused on how to finish the match—as what she saw as a complete victory—as quickly as possible, then stomp that worthless trash, Huo Yuhao, who had hurt her and her young miss before, under her feet.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng subconsciously looked up, trying to find that figure in her mind. Unfortunately, she couldn't see him. She lowered her head slightly with a hint of regret. The person she had hoped would show up wasn't here.

With that thought, Wu Feng turned around and walked to one side of the field.

Though not even twelve years old yet, Wu Feng had developed much faster than other girls her age. Her tall, slender figure radiated confidence. Her blazing red hair that trailed behind her added to her exotic charm. Unfortunately, her tomboyish and fierce personality contrasted starkly with her outer allure.

On the other side of the arena, Huo Yuhao glanced at Wang Feng, then quietly compared their bodies. He mumbled to himself, "I'm still growing… Later, when I'm older, I'll be like that too…"

He repeated the phrase like a mantra until Wang Yan scolded him for daydreaming.

Snapping back to reality, Huo Yuhao slowly walked to his position. Wang Yan approached and whispered,

"Do your best, but don't overexert yourself. Sometimes, patience is a form of strength."

Huo Yuhao could feel the genuine concern from their teacher. He nodded and took a few steps back to prepare. While he appreciated Wang Yan's kindness, he had no intention of wasting this opportunity. He had made up his mind to fight Wu Feng with everything he had.

A distance of a hundred meters separated them.

Wang Yan stood in the middle, arms extended. After confirming that both sides were ready, he raised one hand and shouted loudly, "Begin!"

Wu Feng moved instantly. Her red hair flowed like flames as she shot forward like an arrow. Each steady step sent her slender figure accelerating faster, and in the blink of an eye, she had already covered more than half the field.

In the midst of her motion, dragon scales began to emerge, partially covering her body. Even from a considerable distance, Huo Yuhao could feel the intimidating aura radiating from Wu Feng.

Yet strangely, Huo Yuhao didn't move at all. He simply closed his eyes and stood still, as if meditating while upright.

The distance between them continued to shrink.

Seeing this, Wu Feng couldn't help but become more cautious.

She remembered that her young master had suddenly collapsed without warning during their previous team battle.

Based on what they'd learned afterward while studying together, it was most likely due to Huo Yuhao using some kind of mental attack skill.

Because they didn't know what Huo Yuhao's first soul skill actually was, they subconsciously assumed that it was some sort of mental-type attack.

Such attacks were indeed invisible and hard to guard against, but after consulting a senior, they learned of a countermeasure.

That was: before the attack could be used, one should concentrate their soul power in their head to protect their spiritual sea, preventing them from falling victim to mental strikes.

With this in mind, Wu Feng drew a portion of her soul power into her brain. No matter what soul skill Huo Yuhao tried to use next, she wouldn't be afraid this time.

Facing this little Huo Yuhao, the only thing she had to watch out for was that mental-type branch of his. Everything else, she felt, was nothing to worry about.

That's why Wu Feng didn't activate any soul skills yet—only her martial soul. She believed that as long as she didn't give Huo Yuhao the chance to unleash a mental strike, and as soon as she closed the distance and fought him in direct combat, Huo Yuhao wouldn't have even half a chance.

Her thoughts raced by in an instant. Seeing the distance had now shrunk to five meters, Wu Feng suddenly stomped her left foot into the ground and pushed off with her calves. With explosive force, her entire body shot forward like a sharp arrow aimed straight at Huo Yuhao.