28 Chapter 28: Unexpected Encounter, Sword Douluo

As Zhou Hao walked along, he couldn't help but grumble to himself, "Yu Xiaogang really deserves a good beating. He looks like he needs one too. I don't owe him any money, so why does he wear such a sour face and bring everyone down? I really don't understand how Tang San can stand being around him."

He had initially wanted to leave with Zhu Zhuqing, but considering Yu Xiaogang's abilities, he would be more helpful to Zhu Zhuqing.

Shrek Academy wasn't far from Soto City, and it was still early in the day. Zhou Hao planned to buy a small gift for Zhu Zhuqing first and then go to the Soto Great Spirit Arena to see the new talents that had emerged recently. He could focus on observing them for the next couple of days.

Zhou Hao felt like he had returned to the days of being carefree on his own. He hummed a little tune, enjoying the breeze as he strolled around.

Suddenly, he felt a change in the wind direction. He raised his head and saw a rainbow streaking across the sky with astonishing momentum. The wind blowing on his face became sharp.

Zhou Hao squinted his eyes, his expression becoming serious. A powerhouse with such grandeur was at least a Title Douluo, so why would such a person come to this small place?

He continued walking forward, not feeling the need to be afraid. He had never offended any big shots, so there was no need to worry. The streak of light swiftly descended from the sky and came to a stop in front of Zhou Hao.

A gigantic azure sword gently touched the ground, and an elderly man with snow-white hair walked down from it. His complexion was rosy like a baby's, and he exuded a sharpness in every move and gesture.

With a wave of his hand, the sword rapidly shrank and disappeared. The elderly man glanced indifferently at Zhou Hao and said, "Kid, do you know if there's a Shrek Academy nearby?" His voice was powerful and resonant, like the tolling of a bell.

Zhou Hao had already recognized the appearance of the sword. It suddenly dawned on him, "Senior, I am from Shrek Academy. The village behind me is the one our academy is responsible for." This person was none other than Che Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, also known as Grandfather Sword by Ning Rongrong. But it seemed that he wasn't in a good mood today.

"Oh? What's your name? Is that old brat Flender also here?" The Sword Douluo raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I am Zhou Hao, and I have met Senior Sword Douluo. The Dean is resting today." Zhou Hao gave a slight bow, stating the name Che Xin used in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing.

The Sword Douluo's eyes brightened as he stroked his beard. "You are the genius mentioned in Rongrong's letter? How do you know my title?"

"Although I haven't met Senior before, your Seven Kill Sword is unique on the continent," Zhou Hao replied with a smile. He subtly complimented the other party, fostering a good impression of himself. The more strong allies he had, the smoother his path would be in the future.

"I heard that you made Rongrong cry. Is that true?" The Sword Douluo clearly wasn't buying it as he raised an eyebrow and questioned.

Zhou Hao laughed awkwardly, "Senior, to be honest, I was just following our Dean's orders. In the end, Rongrong got along well with everyone."

Che Xin was quite satisfied with the tall and handsome young man before him. He also thought of the letter Rongrong had secretly sent him, which contained all the negative things she said about Zhou Hao. He couldn't help but smile.

Wasn't this the ideal partner for Rongrong? He and the old bones would have to leave someday, and Rongrong needed an absolutely safe arm to rely on. This young man definitely had potential. However, he immediately had second thoughts. His precious cabbage couldn't be snatched away so easily. He had to keep an eye on it.

With this thought, his gaze toward Zhou Hao became strange, full of kindness and friendliness.

Zhou Hao had no idea that the Title Douluo in front of him had imagined so many things in an instant, but he felt pressure coming towards him.

The Sword Douluo had already flown up and stood in the air. "I originally wanted to teach Flender a lesson today, but I'll start with you," he said with an expressionless face, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. In the next moment, a crystal-clear long sword appeared in front of him. The sword emitted nine-colored starlight corresponding to his nine soul rings.

Zhou Hao couldn't help but wryly smile. He knew that there was no need for more words at this moment. When facing such a powerhouse, any reservation would be foolish arrogance. He only needed to give it his all.

"The sword is four feet three inches long and three inches wide, with a handle measuring one foot two inches. Its name is 'Seven Kills,'" Che Xin announced.

Zhou Hao didn't dare to be careless. He activated his Martial Soul, and three vibrant soul rings rapidly rose while radiating dazzling light. The ferocious aura of an Ancient Beast emerged from his bear shadow, and his entire body was covered in a noble dark gold. His height instantly soared to over two meters. With his sharp blade-like hands extended, he stared solemnly ahead.

In the presence of such a powerful individual, any reservations would be nothing more than reckless arrogance. At this moment, Zhou Hao felt like a newcomer who had just entered the beginner's village and was suddenly challenged by a max-level veteran.

Che Xin was inwardly surprised but increasingly satisfied. Pointing his sword at Zhou Hao's forehead, an intangible, sharp sword energy shot out, its sharpness causing the air to turn slightly colder.

Zhou Hao remained calm. He knew that this move was only a test. The power bestowed upon him by the 50,000-year Evil Eye Tyrant Spirit Bone made him almost impervious to this level of mental attack.

Soul Bone skill, Death Eye, activate! Wherever his gaze fell, it annihilated any mental attack with a mental power level lower than his own, consuming 20% of his own mental power equivalent to the attack. If the target's mental power level was much lower, it could be directly obliterated. Usage restriction: lasts for a quarter of an hour, with a minimum interval of five hours between uses.

Since acquiring this ability, Zhou Hao hadn't had a chance to use it yet. Now, he had a top-tier sparring partner.

The sword energy crisscrossed and rushed toward Zhou Hao. He lifted his eyes lightly, and a faint red glow filled them. The intangible fluctuations distorted the space in front of him, causing the sword energy to disappear like a drop of water in the ocean, leaving no trace.

Che Xin's mouth twitched. His previous move had already reached the level of a Soul King, and he had wanted to make a show of force. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hao had taken it without flinching.

Zhou Hao's eyes glowed with a tangible red light. With full force erupting from his body, the ground beneath him cracked, and a sonic boom echoed out. His figure had already charged in front of Che Xin.

The sharp dark gold blades manifested out of thin air, exuding an imposing aura as if he were a supreme ruler. The boost from his three soul rings combined with his tremendous strength, reaching the pinnacle with this strike.

"I am the embodiment of the sword!" Che Xin shouted, unmoving. His whole body became like a sun, bursting forth with a strong metallic radiance. Zhou Hao's dark golden claws slashed down, but sparks flew everywhere as a strange force directly sent him flying.

Zhou Hao wasn't discouraged. He twisted his body in mid-air, lifted his left claw, and aimed for the vital point, but he was still repelled. At this point, his momentum had already dissipated in the air. Che Xin's smile grew, and he suddenly changed his move.

The Seven Kills Sword in his hand radiated a brilliant light, surging against the wind. It transformed into a giant sword over ten meters long, emitting a murderous sword hum. It stopped right in front of Zhou Hao's nose.

"Kid, you're quite brave. You dared to attack me in a fight. However, you're still too weak," Che Xin said with a tone of disdain. In his heart, Zhou Hao was already his future grandson-in-law.

"Thank you, Senior, for going easy on me."

"It's fine, it's fine. You must treat her well in the future. She's the child I raised, and although she has a bit of a spoiled temper, she's still very sensible. Hehehe, go on now. I'll go meet your Dean." Chen Xin was in a good mood as he stroked his beard and flew away on his sword.

Left alone, Zhou Hao was dumbfounded. "Treat her well? Raised her? Why is he talking as if I'm marrying his granddaughter?"

Wait a minute! Zhou Hao suddenly reacted. He remembered the strange look in the Sword Douluo's eyes and how he suddenly wanted to fight him. Wasn't this the look of a potential son-in-law?!

Zhou Hao truly felt like crying at this moment. "Ning Rongrong, I thought you liked Oscar. What did you write in that letter?"

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