Chapter 245 Bibi Dong Makes a Bet, Yu Xiaogang Feels Humiliated.
[Your Holiness]: What do you want to bet?
[Lu Tiandi]: This time I bet Blue Tyrant Academy will crush the Spirit Hall. Note, it's a crushing defeat, not a pyrrhic victory.
[Lu Tiandi]: If I win, you have to post a photo in the group showing the pose and outfit I specify. If I lose, you get the group admin position and control of the chat group.
boom!
The moment this bet was announced, the entire chat group fell silent.
Group owner privileges!
This is something everyone dreams of.
With management authority, one can control the distribution of red envelopes, kick people out, and may even gain more secrets about becoming a god.
The temptation is too great.
Bibi Dong's breathing became rapid.
Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the scepter, her knuckles turning white.
If she wins, she can control this mysterious chat group, completely suppress that old guy Qian Daoliu, and even... surpass that realm.
As for losing?
The Spirit Hall team has three Soul Kings and the rest are all Soul Masters. With this configuration, even if the Heaven Dou Royal team came, they would be easy prey. How could they possibly lose?
And Lu Ming is going to "crush" him?
That's simply a fantasy.
Bibi Dong remembered how she had missed a good opportunity last time because of her caution, and this time, she could not hesitate again.
My cheeks were slightly flushed, a mixture of aroused competitive spirit and the embarrassment of being provoked.
[Your Holiness]: Let's bet! If you lose, you give me the group admin position! A gentleman's word is his bond!
[Emperor Lu Tian]: What's done is done. Your Holiness the Pope, please prepare your clothes in advance; I have very discerning taste.
The group chat remained eerily quiet.
The silence was broken by an unexpected emoji.
[Poison Fairy]: [lustful][lustful][lustful]
[Poison Fairy]: Group owner brother is so naughty, but I like him so much~ The Pope has such a great figure, he looks good in anything, right? Especially that kind of... hehe.
This was followed by a series of suggestive images that made people blush.
...
Wuhun Grand Hotel, penthouse suite.
The afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the large sofa.
Lu Ming lay there half-reclined, playing with a strand of dark green hair in his hand.
Dugu Yan, like a lazy Persian cat, curled up in his arms, her long, straight, beautiful legs draped unreservedly over Lu Ming's thighs.
Today she wore a purple cheongsam with a slit, and with each movement, large swathes of her fair skin were exposed to the air, creating a strong visual contrast with the eerie dark green color.
"You've got some nerve, daring to flirt with Bibi Dong in the group chat."
Lu Ming's palm slowly moved up along the lines of her smooth calves, the warmth of his palm making the beauty in his arms tremble slightly.
Dugu Yan looked up with seductive eyes and lightly pecked his sharply defined chin.
"With the group admin here, what do I have to be afraid of?"
"That old woman always acts superior, it's really annoying to look at her."
As Dugu Yan spoke, she extended her index finger and drew circles on Lu Ming's chest.
Her nails were painted a pale purple, making her look alluring and dangerous.
"and..."
Dugu Yan leaned close to Lu Ming's ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
"I know how powerful the group leader is. Even a titled Douluo was subdued by you. A mere Pope will eventually be at your feet... no, he will eventually submit to you."
She giggled, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a seductive charm.
Dugu Yan is intelligent.
That night in Sylvester City, she witnessed firsthand the terrifying strength that Lu Ming displayed.
Eight spirit rings.
That is a power capable of crushing everything.
From that moment on, she knew that her grandfather Dugu Bo's pride was worthless in front of this man.
If you want to live well, if you want to gain a foothold in this chaotic world, or even if you want to get rid of the backlash from the poison of your family's martial spirit, the only way out is to cling to this powerful figure.
Moreover, this thigh is so thick, so strong, so... alluring.
Lu Ming looked down at the woman in his arms.
Dugu Yan's eyes were filled with admiration, attachment, and undisguised desire.
The feeling of being served wholeheartedly by a beautiful woman who is as dangerous as a venomous snake is indeed quite nice.
"Are you going to play in this competition?" Lu Ming asked casually.
"I'm not going to join in the fun."
Dugu Yan shook her head, a sly glint in her emerald eyes.
"With Sister Zhuqing and Rongrong, that's enough. I'll cheer for the group leader from below, and by the way... take a look at the Pope's expression."
As she spoke, she grinned mischievously and stretched out her toes, gently rubbing them against Lu Ming's lower abdomen.
"Besides, they need to save their energy so they can serve the group leader brother at night."
Lu Ming chuckled, grabbed her slender ankle, and pulled her closer to his arms.
"We should definitely save some energy."
"After all, the 'special training' at night will be very intense."
Dugu Yan exclaimed in surprise, collapsing into the sofa, her face flushed, but her eyes were full of anticipation.
Meanwhile, the chat group in my mind started vibrating again.
Bibi Dong seemed to be angered by Dugu Yan's emojis and directly uttered a harsh remark.
[Your Holiness the Pope]: Good! Emperor Lu, I hope you don't suffer a humiliating defeat! I will personally witness you relinquishing your authority in front of the Papal Palace!
Lu Ming glanced at the screen, a playful smile curving his lips.
Watch it yourself?
That would be best.
...
Three days later.
The finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament have officially begun.
Wuhun City, the Great Battle Arena.
This is a magnificent building that can accommodate 100,000 people. Its circular dome shines brightly in the sunlight, and the surrounding walls are carved with reliefs of titled Douluo from all dynasties, making it solemn and dignified.
Today, this place is packed with people.
The cheers were like a tsunami, wave after wave, so loud they made people's eardrums hurt.
Countless Soul Masters flocked from all over the continent, just to witness this epic battle.
The highest stand in front of the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong, dressed in a gleaming gold papal robe, wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and holding a scepter, sat regally on the papal chair, a symbol of supreme power.
Behind her were two titled Douluo, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, as well as distinguished guests such as Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
But everyone's attention was drawn to something at Bibi Dong's feet.
That was a person.
Or rather, it used to be a person.
Yu Xiaogang.
At this moment, he had a thick iron chain around his neck, with the other end tied to the armrest of the papal chair.
His once respectable master's robe was now a tattered rag, stained with dirt and swill, and emitting a nauseating stench.
His hair was a mess, like a chicken coop, with dry grass stuck to it.
He lay on all fours like an old dog at Bibi Dong's feet, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"That's... a master?"
In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's teacup trembled slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep apprehension.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained silent.
This is a matter of the Spirit Hall's internal affairs, and even more so, the Pope's private matter. Who dares to interfere?
Bibi Dong looked down at Yu Xiaogang at her feet, her eyes devoid of any old feelings, only filled with chilling coldness and the pleasure of revenge.
These past few days, she's seen those "stories" posted by Lu Ming in the group chat, and each one felt like a slap in the face.
Yu Xiaogang's cowardice, Yu Xiaogang's deception, Yu Xiaogang's exploitation of her feelings to steal the Spirit Hall's secrets...
With each revelation, her hatred deepened.
Since you're a piece of trash and a liar, I'll show you what you're really made of.
"Raise your head."
Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire arena through her soul power.
Yu Xiaogang trembled and wanted to bury his head even lower.
He dared not look.
He dared not look at the mocking gazes around him, nor at the disdain in the eyes of the Soul Masters who once worshipped him.
"I'm telling you to lift your head!"
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, and an immense pressure descended instantly.
Click.
Yu Xiaogang's bones cracked as he was forced to raise his noble head.
That face, which used to always wear a stiff, arrogant expression, was now covered in grime and tears, and its murky eyes were filled with humiliation and despair.
"Look carefully, Yu Xiaogang."
Bibi Dong pointed to the huge fighting arena below.
"Is this the theory you're so proud of? Is this the Shrek you trained?"
"Today, I will let you see with your own eyes how your so-called 'monster' becomes a joke."
Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he tried to speak, but he could only let out a few hoarse sobs.
He wanted to die.
But he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
Bibi Dong sealed his soul power and even had people feed him life-sustaining drugs every day, just to make him suffer while he lived.
"Enter!"
With a loud shout from the cardinal, the massive metal gate slowly rose.
The cheers from the crowd reached their peak at that moment.
The first team to emerge was the Spirit Hall team.
Hu Liena walked at the front, her gold and red team uniform highlighting her alluring figure. Her short hair was neat, and her eyes were charming yet sharp.
Xie Yue and Yan followed closely behind, and the soul power fluctuations emanating from the three of them made many of the older generation of soul masters present secretly startled.
Three Soul Kings!
This talent is truly terrifying.
However, before the cheers of the audience had subsided, a group of people walked out from the other side of the passage.
In that instant, the previously noisy arena fell silent for a moment.
Then came an even more frantic and piercing scream, almost lifting the dome off the building.
"Oh my god! Who's that guy? He's so handsome!"
"Blue Tyrant Academy! It's Blue Tyrant Academy!"
"Is that the legendary Emperor Lu Tian? He's so charismatic!"
At the very front of the line.
Lu Ming was dressed in pure white, without much embellishment, except for a few golden cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs.
He was tall and slender, with jet-black hair casually tied back.
His face was so handsome it was almost demonic, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. The composure and nobility that emanated from his very bones made him look less like a contestant and more like an emperor on an incognito visit.
Behind him.
Zhu Zhuqing was dressed in a black tight leather outfit, exuding a cold and alluring aura, with a figure so hot it was breathtaking.
Ning Rongrong wore a light blue short skirt, looking charming and adorable, yet exuding an air of nobility.
Xiao Wu, dressed in pink with a scorpion braid, is lively and agile, with her long legs being particularly eye-catching.
The sisters, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, are like two extremes, one cold and the other hot, like ice and fire.
The good looks of this group are simply outrageous.
The Spirit Hall team, which should have been the focus, appeared somewhat dim and lackluster at this moment.
In the stands.
Hu Liena paused slightly in her steps.
Her gaze pierced through the hundred-meter distance and landed directly on Lu Ming.
Is this the group admin?
Is this the Lu Tiandi who commands respect in the group and even dares to flirt with teachers?
Although they often interacted in the group and she had seen his photos, Hu Liena's heart still skipped a beat when she actually met him in person.
Such a strong aura.
Even without any outward display of soul power, just standing there is enough to make one unable to ignore him.
and...
As the possessor of the fox spirit, Hu Liena has extremely keen perception.
She felt an attraction emanating from Lu Ming that made her soul tremble.
That was masculine charm, the aura of a strong man, subtly stirring up the allure within her.
The deafening roar echoed like the ocean tide above the Great Soul Arena.
The referee raised his right hand, channeling his soul power into his voice, sending his message to every corner.
"The first round of the preliminary rounds of the All-Continent Elite Advanced Soul Master Tournament has officially begun!"
"The first match is between Blue Tyrant Academy and Blazing Fire Academy!"
As the referee finished speaking, the atmosphere on both sides of the massive fighting arena changed dramatically.
On the Blazing Academy's side, seven team members stood in a row, their red team uniforms resembling burning flames, and each of their faces was filled with solemnity.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
The name Lu Tiandi has been spreading far and wide in the world of Soul Masters lately.
Although most ordinary soul masters were unaware of the specific details, the commotion in Silves City that night, as well as the Spirit Hall's subtle attitude towards Blue Tyrant Academy, were enough to illustrate the point.
On the other hand, let's look at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Lu Ming stood at the very front, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others behind them showed no sign of tension; instead, they huddled together and whispered among themselves.
"Rongrong, what do you think we should eat after we finish playing?"
Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes and tugged at Ning Rongrong's sleeve.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and glanced at the high platform not far away.
"I originally wanted to eat the barbecue that is a specialty of Wuhun City, but when I saw the Pope sitting on it, I lost my appetite."
"Let Brother Lu Ming take us to eat at the hotel instead."
The two were talking quite loudly, showing no intention of hiding their conversation from others.
The faces of the students from Blazing Fire Academy opposite them immediately darkened.
This is a competition.
The highest-level competition in the entire continent.
Are you guys talking about what to eat tonight?
This is not just contempt; it's blatant humiliation.
On the stands, Bibi Dong tightened her grip on the scepter.
The chat group interface in my mind popped up.
[Your Holiness]: Is this the team you've trained? Completely undisciplined and arrogant.
As soon as the message was sent, Lu Ming didn't even take out anything to check. As if he had a premonition, he directly replied in the group.
[Emperor Lu Tian]: Confident people are usually very relaxed. Only those who are insecure will have a serious face, don't you agree, Your Holiness the Pope?
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving with it.
She didn't want to engage in a verbal battle with this guy.
Anyway, as long as the group loses the game, the group owner's privileges will be hers.
When the time comes, she will silence Lu Ming for ten thousand years.
On the Battle Arena.
Lu Ming turned around and looked at the women behind him.
"Alright, let's stop talking."
"You don't need to lift a finger in this match."
(End of chapter)