Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Dragon King

"Don't play dumb! How can you propose a bet where there's no risk for your side? Have you no shame?" Ao Rui had completely lost his composure.

As the first Battle God, he couldn't even recall the last time he had been this angry.

A'Ruheng's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this. "Oh, I didn't think your Battle God Hall would be so petty."

Ao Rui's complexion was beginning to turn purple upon hearing this, and even Shi Mengshan couldn't just stand and watch any longer as she gave A'Ruheng's arm a sharp tug.

At the sight of the indignant look in her eyes, A'Ruheng smiled, and said, "Alright, seeing as all of you are my wife's colleagues, I'll make a compromise: if we lose, we'll give your Battle God Hall the same amount of uncommon metals."

Ao Rui countered, "We don't want uncommon metals. Instead, we want you to craft a suit of four-word battle armor for our Battle God Hall if you lose."

This was his objective for bickering with A'Ruheng about the terms of the bet.

Uncommon metals were quite precious, but a superpower organization like the Battle God Hall certainly wasn't lacking in such resources. What they were sorely lacking in, however, were suits of four-word battle armor.

As the first Battle God, he was ranked just below the hall masters, so a new suit of four-word battle armor would undoubtedly go to him.

A'Ruheng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Oi, don't try to fool me just because I look dumb! How can a suit of four-word battle armor compare with a few pieces of uncommon metals?"

A few pieces? You're asking for a few TONS! 

Ao Rui was on the verge of flaring up with rage again, but he had to remain calm as this matter concerned a suit of four-word battle armor.

"Alright, then what do you want?" Ao Rui asked in a cold voice.

A'Ruheng replied, "10 tons each of 20 types of uncommon metals."

"Fu...." Ao Rui only just barely managed to catch himself before he swore out loud. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat A'Ruheng in a fight, he would've already chosen violence!

"Do you think a suit of four-word battle armor isn't worth this price? "

The blacksmith association was one of the wealthiest organizations in the federation, second only to the Spirit Pagoda, precisely because high-grade metals were extremely expensive.

It seemed that A'Ruheng was asking for something completely unreasonable, but in truth, a suit of four-word battle armor really was worth about that much.

Never had Ao Rui despised anyone more than he despised A'Ruheng in this moment.

"That's out of the question," Ao Rui said in a cold voice.

"Alright, then forget about it," A'Ruheng replied as he cast his gaze back toward the big screen, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ao Rui felt as if he had thrown a fist with all his might, only to strike a pile of cotton, and this was an extremely terrible feeling.

The Tang Sect and Shrek Academy definitely had a massive supply of uncommon metals, but the Battle God Hall only had one suit of four-word battle armor!

As someone who was so close to the Limit Douluo level, Ao Rui naturally had an extremely strong desire for a suit of four-word battle armor. In his eyes, all he was missing was a catalyst for him to break through to the Limit Douluo level, and he was almost certain that this catalyst would be provided by a suit of four-word battle armor.

This was why he had swallowed his pride and repressed his fury to negotiate terms with A'Ruheng, yet the negotiation was suddenly over, and there was nothing he could do about it! Ao Rui felt so angry that he could explode!

Right at this moment, the ninth Battle Gods, Jiang Zhanheng, made his way over to him and whispered something into his ear, upon which his expression immediately eased.

He had made the mistake of allowing his emotions to cloud his own judgment.

What Jiang Zhanheng had told him was very simple: "there's no way they can win".

Indeed, regardless of how high the stakes were for the bet, there was no point as long as Tang Wulin and the others couldn't win! He would be guaranteed a suit of four-word battle armor!

A'Ruheng seemed to be very wily in his negotiation, but none of that would count for anything in the wake of their inevitable loss.

With that in mind, he immediately calmed down, and said, "Alright, I agree with the terms you raised on behalf of the Battle God Hall."

A'Ruheng took a glance at him. "You agree? Well, I suddenly don't want to make the bet now. What if you cheat during the match?"

"That's enough from you!" Shi Mengshan couldn't hold back any longer. She was a member of the Battle God Hall, and she couldn't just watch as A'Ruheng insulted this sacred organization in her heart.

A'Ruheng rubbed his own head in an awkward manner, and said, "Alright, don't get mad, honey. I'll do as you say even if it places us at a disadvantage. We'll make the bet based on the agreed terms; they won't suddenly go back on their word if they lose, right?"

Shi Mengshan glowered at him in response. "Shut up and watch the match!"

Ao Rui was astonished by what he was seeing. A'Ruheng had almost driven him insane with rage, yet he was acting like a harmless lamb in front of Shi Mengshan!

Thus, with the bet established, everyone turned their attention to the big screen to watch the match unfold.

Only then did Ao Rui's mood improve slightly. He was fully confident that Tang Wulin and the others didn't have any chance at victory.

Through the big screen, they could see that Shrek Academy had split up, with Ling Zichen taking a middle path, while two people went down each of the side paths.

The Battle Gods became even more relaxed upon seeing this. In the end, Tang Wulin and the others just weren't familiar enough with the Battle God Arena.

Over on Battle God Hall camp, Demonic Zither Douluo Mo Zihong had taken the middle path, while Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun had taken the left path, which corresponded with the right path for the Shrek Academy camp.

The eighth Battle God, Vigorous Dragon Douluo Nangong Yi, had taken the right path, while Guan Yue had plunged straight into the forest.

Guan Yue's martial soul was the Sky Crossing Divine Spear, and many years ago, he had been ranked alongside Ming Yun as the divine spear duo.

However, Ming Yun's cultivation rank quickly outstripped Guan Yue's on his way to becoming the most powerful being in the world, and the name of the divine spear duo was gradually forgotten.

However, Guan Yue was a Limit Douluo himself, so he certainly wasn't to be underestimated.

As soon as he entered the forest, he began to wreak havoc with his Sky Crossing Divine Spear, slaying one soul beast after another to enhance the powers of himself and the other four Battle Gods.

This was the standard strategy of the Battle Gods in the Battle God Arena: their main control system Soul Master was stationed at the middle path to coordinate the entire battlefield, while two people went down one of the side paths to disrupt their opponents, and the final path was guarded by a single Battle God.

The final Battle God's duty was to slay as many soul beasts in the forest as they could, enhancing the entire group in preparation for an all-out assault.

After that, they would force back their opponents and slay the soul beasts in their area as well, and once the power gap widened to a sufficiently significant degree, they would be able to crush their opponents with ease.

The Battle Gods had worked together countless times in the past, so their teamwork was impeccable. Guan Yue was clearing through the forest extremely quickly, yet just as the spectating Battle Gods thought that the match was in the bag, Tang Wulin also rushed into the forest.

An astonishing scene then ensued.

All of the Battle Gods stared blankly as the enormous Tyrant Dragon appeared in all of its ferocious glory. A golden dragon then shot forth toward another direction in the forest.