"Alright, Rongrong, Teacher isn't as fragile as you think."
"It's better to meet than to hear about. Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo, I am Rongrong's teacher, Xin."
Su Ran's demeanor surpassed Chen Xin's. Both wore white, but Xin carried a worldly aura of cherry blossoms, while Chen Xin exuded a stronger sword light.
It was precisely Xin's extraordinary and ethereal aura that made Chen Xin look at him with admiration. Only those who cultivated the sword heart would know how rare such an untainted aura was.
"Hmm, thank you for your hard work in teaching our little princess. I heard from Fengzhi about you, Dean Xin of Heart of Fire Academy, unparalleled in the world, rarely seen among men, who taught Rongrong very well, with exquisite and peerless swordsmanship."
Chen Xin looked at him with a hint of curiosity and appreciation:
"You must have heard what old Bone Douluo just said. I solemnly declare that I am absolutely not a despicable person who bullies the weak, but Fengzhi and this old Bone Douluo have repeatedly said that your swordsmanship is no less than mine. I genuinely wish to experience it, which is why I came uninvited."
"If Dean Xin is willing, I, Chen, will only compare swordsmanship with Dean Xin, not spirit power or Spirit Abilities. I will only spar with you using this wooden sword.
The tournament is about to begin. If Dean Xin is tired and unwilling to spar, I, Chen, will not force the issue."
Chen Xin cupped his hands slightly. If it were anyone else, he would never have this attitude.
Although old Bone Douluo usually disagreed with him, they had been old friends for so many years. He knew very well that if a young dean's swordsmanship could earn such praise and be said to be no less than his own, then this young dean would definitely not be an ordinary person.
Gu Rong was also a bit surprised that this old sword fanatic, having already shown up, still gave Xin the right to refuse.
Haha, perhaps a large part of this was due to Rongrong's influence.
Ning Rongrong was still holding Xin's arm, glaring at Grandpa Sword, and said softly to Xin.
"Teacher, ignore Grandpa Sword. He's a guardian Douluo of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He's been practicing his sword for at least seventy or eighty years. It's completely unfair to Teacher."
If Chen Xin dared to use force, Ning Rongrong, that little devil, would probably throw a tantrum at him on the spot.
"Rongrong, go on."
"Since Sword Douluo has come to ask for a sword, it would be impolite of me to refuse."
Su Ran stroked Ning Rongrong's head. Ning Rongrong enjoyed the feeling of her teacher's large hand rubbing her head, stretching her neck like a kitten.
It would be even more comfortable if Teacher's large hand could rub her other heads.
After sending Ning Rongrong to a safe place, Xin lightly waved his white sleeve, and a red sword appeared.
With the Cleaver of Shamash at his fingertips, Xin said lightly:
"Please."