Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Qian Yuehuan.

Bibi Dong's tone softened and she said, "Mo Huan, you don't have to force yourself."

Qian Yuehuan shook her head and responded, "Teacher, I am confident in this competition."

After saying that, Qian Yuehuan turned his gaze towards the Great Elder. This stern-looking old man in front of him was the one who took the lead in trying to kill him when he was just born.

Qian Yuehuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and her words were full of coldness. "I accept your challenge. If I lose, I will voluntarily leave the Spirit Hall. If I win, you cannot object to anything I do in the Spirit Hall. You can even give me the elite team in your hands."

The Great Elder snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "What an arrogant girl! You have no chance to compete with me, yet you are so fanciful!"

Qian Yue Huan ignored the Great Elder and instead looked at the people around him, saying neither servilely nor arrogantly, "I would like everyone present to bear witness that I, Mo Huan, keep my word. If I lose, I will leave the Spirit Hall. If I win..."

Qian Yuehuan paused for a moment, turned around and looked closely at the Great Elder, and said word by word, "If I win, you must do what you said, Great Elder."

The great elder waved his sleeves and said, "Of course I will do what I say. You have to think carefully. If you lose, you will never be allowed to step into the Spirit Hall. If you see someone from the Spirit Hall in the future, get out of here as far as you can! It's bad luck for someone from the Spirit Hall to meet you!"

After saying this, the Great Elder deliberately released the pressure from his Titled Douluo, wanting to see Qian Yuehuan turn pale and kneel down.

But unfortunately, the Great Elder did not see the scene he imagined, but instead made his good student Yan pale.

Yan waved his hand and said pitifully, "Teacher, please stop releasing your pressure. I am almost dying of pain."

The pale Yan and the calm Qian Yuehuan made the elder feel embarrassed and cursed inwardly, "What a loser!"

Then he withdrew his pressure, touched his nose, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Yan was drawing circles pitifully in the corner. No way, why didn't anyone come to ask him if he was willing to compete.

This competition was required to be held in the afternoon. This was specifically proposed by the Great Elder. In fact, he planned to invite more people to watch the competition in case Bibi Dong suddenly broke her promise after Qian Yuehuan lost.

Bibi Dong was puzzled by Qian Yuehuan's behavior, "Mo Huan, you were too impulsive this morning. Have you ever thought about what would happen if you lose?"

Qian Yuehuan said nonchalantly, "Then I will risk my life to compete."

Qian Yuehuan thought carefully about her advantages. She had the Holy Spirit Dragon to bear the pain and damage for her, her mental power was close to that of a god, and she had two hundred thousand year level soul bones and a fifty thousand year level possessed soul bone. She could also use her divine power to decompose into soul power, and thus possessed an endless supply of soul power.

It can be said that in the same class, Qian Yuehuan is invincible. Even if it is a cross-level battle, Qian Yuehuan can still fight.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Yuehuan's nonchalant expression and finally sighed, "Forget it, just go ahead and compete."

"With me here, it's okay even if you lose. I can protect you and keep you in the Spirit Hall."

"Go ahead and take part in the competition. No matter what the result is, I'll cover you."

Bibi Dong spoke firmly, with a gleam in her eyes. This was her absolute confidence in her own strength. She had the ability to protect whoever she wanted to protect.