Chapter 192: All of you come at me together, challenging Jian Dao Chen Xin alone, everyone has complex feelings!_1
His gaze shifted and landed on the withered old man with a burly figure.
"To avoid a series of one-on-one duels."
"To save time."
"Bone Douluo, why don't you join Sword Douluo and come at me together."
Bone Douluo's robust body shuddered, his eyes brimming with ferocity as he intensely stared at Luo Yu.
"Kid, do you realize what you're saying?"
"What... what does this kid mean?" Ning Fengzhi was utterly astonished. He never imagined Luo Yu would say something so shocking; he was truly fearless in his words.
So rash?
Does he really want to fight two at the same time?
He wouldn't think he's facing some random nobodies, right?
Luo Yu ignored Ning Fengzhi's bewilderment and the murderous look in Bone Douluo's eyes, replying with a light chuckle, "I sincerely believe it would be more appropriate for you and Sword Douluo to make a move together."
Sword Douluo frowned, "Kid, if both Old Bones and I attack together, do you think you can withstand it?"
"How would I know without trying?" Luo Yu's mouth curled into a smile.
Sword Douluo's eyebrows lifted, "I'm more and more curious about what kind of trump card you have."
"Chen Xin, this kid is obviously boasting; how can you believe him?" Bone Douluo shouted discontentedly from the side: "Together, you and I, one attacking and one defending, are invincible within the same rank in the world, unbeatable by anyone."
"This kid doesn't even qualify to have us join hands, and yet you actually take him seriously."
Sword Douluo shook his head.
"Old Bones, I have been practicing the sword for decades and have already gained a clear heart of the sword."
"You are too heavily influenced by the worldly conventions, which is why you can't see what is special about this kid."
"I can sense an extraordinary aura coming from him."
"Since he dared to say so, he must have some sort of reliance."
Bone Douluo spat out disdainfully, "I think you've become muddled from all that sword practice."
"This kid wants us to suppress our strength to the Soul Sage level."
"And yet he asks us to combine our offensive and defensive capabilities to take him on together."
"What kind of strength must he have to withstand our attack?"
"Even a Soul Douluo wouldn't be able to bear it, right?"
"Can't you see how young he is? If his strength is level 30, that would be impressive enough."
"Even if he is a top-level genius at level 30, a casual move from us Soul Sages could annihilate him."
Sword Douluo said, "Old Bones, don't be too hasty in your judgment."
"Since he has made this request, let's give him a chance."
"True or false, won't we find out after a try?"
Bone Douluo crossed his arms and said with dissatisfaction, "If you want to fight, go ahead, but I disdain to indulge in this kid's folly."
"With young people who talk big like him, I can knock down ten with a single punch, even if I suppress my Soul Power to the Soul Ancestor level."
"No, a hundred!"
Sword Douluo shook his head, helpless, and spoke to Luo Yu, "Young friend, how about you fight with me first?"
"If I am defeated, then it won't be too late to call Old Bones over."
Bone Douluo was speechless and curled his lips, "Chen Xin, this doesn't seem like you. Are you really worried about being defeated by a youngster? Did you have the wrong breakfast today?"
"Yes, Uncle Jian, how could he possibly win against you?" Ning Fengzhi was also very puzzled by Sword Douluo's attitude at the moment.
The reactions of the three from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect were observed by everyone around.
People weren't surprised by the reactions of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo.
After all, Luo Yu's true strength completely surpassed the imagination of ordinary people.
If they hadn't witnessed Luo Yu's display of power with their own eyes, they wouldn't imagine someone so young could defeat Zhao Wuji.
However, Sword Douluo's attitude was indeed unexpected to them.
They hadn't anticipated Sword Douluo could actually sense something special about Brother Yu's strength.
This kind of intuition was truly frightening.
Deserving of his reputation across the continent as Jian Dao Chen Xin, he was truly extraordinary.
Everyone's respect deepened, and even Luo Yu felt the same.
He was equipped with the Thousand Illusion Mask, his strength and aura completely concealed, invisible even to deities.
Logically, others would only consider him an ordinary person.
Yet somehow, Sword Douluo had seen through him, which was indeed impressive.
On the sparring ground.
Sword Douluo and Luo Yu stood opposite each other, ready for battle.
The surrounding crowd watched with anticipation.
The battle had yet to commence, but the girls had already started chattering excitedly among themselves.
Zhu Zhuqing whispered, "Who do you think will win between Brother Yu and Sword Douluo?"
Zhu Zhuyun rolled her eyes, "Nonsense, of course, the master can win."
Xiaowu hesitated, her finger on her lips, "But I heard that Sword Douluo is very strong, specializing in Sword Dao, with peerless killing power, and he even created his own soul skill."
"You three stop guessing wildly, if Brother Yu has the courage to issue a challenge, he naturally has the confidence to win," Ye Lingling interjected sharply.
Flander and Zhao Wuji huddled together.
"Old Zhao, do you think Luo Yu can win?"
Zhao Wuji hesitated slightly.
"I'm not quite sure, after all, Sword Douluo is much stronger than me, that move of Luo Yu's may work against me, but it might not be effective against Sword Douluo."
Flander's expression was complex, "If he loses, it's not a big deal."
"If he wins, the significance would truly be terrifying."
Zhao Wuji's body shook as he suddenly understood Flander's meaning.
How terrifying would it be for someone so young to be able to contend against a Soul Sage like Sword Douluo?
Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi was questioning his daughter.
"Rongrong, tell Dad, where does this kid get the confidence to challenge your Sword Grandpa? That's not a joke, is it?"
Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly, her pretty face beaming with pride for Luo Yu.
"Dad, just you wait and see, don't be too shocked later."
"Honestly, Brother Yu's strength is beyond your imagination."
Ning Fengzhi, hearing his daughter's utterly confident tone, felt it was preposterous.
Completely incomprehensible.
Where did all this confidence come from?
At this age, it would be phenomenal to have one's Soul Power reach level 30.
To defeat a Soul Sage?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Ning Rongrong said with a giggle, "Bone Grandpa, you better get ready, if Sword Grandpa can't handle it, it will be your turn!"
Bone Douluo shook his head repeatedly, speechlessly saying, "Rongrong, you really underestimate your Sword Grandpa, I bet on one move."
"Just one move, and this kid will fall."
"No need for me to make a move."
"Don't be heartbroken then."
"Bone Grandpa, you shouldn't speak too soon, you'll understand soon enough!"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue playfully, revealing a naughty smile like that of a little witch, looking forward to the match inside the arena.
Sword Douluo stood upright, holding the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.
Sword energy soared to the skies, his aura otherworldly.
"Boom!"
Two yellow, two purple, and five black.
Nine Soul Rings emerged, displaying a sharp and solemn air.
Seeing Luo Yu's expression unchanged in the face of his level 96 momentum, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, Sword Douluo silently nodded, liking what he saw more and more.
Upon closer observation, the boy's temperament seemed somewhat similar to his own.
If he practiced the sword, he would definitely be a great prospect for sword training.
If only his Martial Soul were a sword, he would make a fine successor to inherit his mantle.
Sword Douluo cast aside his distractions, and his fingers tapped quickly along his body.
His aura swiftly descended to the level of a Soul Sage.
Though his Soul Power had diminished, his sword intent remained strong.
He looked serious.
Pointing his sword towards Luo Yu.
"Young man, I am ready."
"We will only determine the better, not fight to the death."
"You may go all out, I will not injure you."
Luo Yu nodded.
Seemingly influenced by Sword Douluo, his gaze became concentrated, with the light of a sword gathering in the depths of his eyes.
Initially, the world was calm.
Soon after, a distinct sharp aura began to emanate from him.
The entire heavens seemed to echo with the low hum of a sword's cry.
In a flash, Sword Douluo seemed to have sensed something, his pupils constricting.
His eyes fixed intently on Luo Yu.