"Who do you think has better sword skills, Teacher's or Rongrong's Grandpa's?"
"You actually have such a doubt? You have the makings of a traitor! I will definitely believe unconditionally that Teacher Xin can win!"
"Rongrong, is your Grandpa Sword a Titled Douluo? What is his specific rank?"
"Grandpa Sword is a Super Douluo above rank 95!"
"What?!"
Heaven Dou City, Heart of Fire Villa.
The surrounding students were forced back into the house by the sword qi. Seven students either hid behind white jade pillars to peek or lay on sofas and chairs, but all were astonished by the sword qi emanating from Xin and Chen Xin. Upon hearing that Ning Rongrong's Grandpa was a Super Douluo above rank 95, their faces were filled with even greater shock.
The Teacher is going to compare sword skills with a Super Douluo above rank 95!
"Bell, the Teacher is going to compare swords with a Super Douluo, and what are you doing? What are you secretly eating?"
At this moment, Xiao Wu and the others noticed the broad-shouldered Bell grasping something and putting it into his mouth, looking and eating with great relish. When someone called him, he turned back innocently and chuckled: "Do you want some melon seeds and peanuts?"
"It's the first time I've seen the Teacher compare swords with a Super Douluo; it must be very exciting. I can't calm down without eating something."
"Oh my! Bell, are you treating this like a show? You usually seem so honest, I didn't expect you to not care about the Teacher at all!"
Bell, cracking melon seeds, looked exactly like a simple-minded uncle gossiping at the village entrance, and quickly explained: "No, no, no, it's not what you're saying. Of course, I believe in the Teacher's sword skills. The Teacher's sword isn't even afraid of heavy hammers, so how could it be afraid of a sword? I'm just afraid I won't be able to stop myself from cheering for the Teacher's heroic posture."
"Oh, right."
"I never thought you, Brother Bell, who usually seems so clumsy, actually have some brains!"
Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran recalled the Teacher's previous match against the Clear Sky Hammer, and their hearts immediately felt much more at ease.
"That's not necessarily true. Grandpa Sword's sword is different from others, and Grandpa Sword is definitely stronger than that stinky black hammer." Ning Rongrong was displeased at this moment.
"So, Rongrong, do you hope the Teacher wins or your Grandpa Sword wins?"
"Of course, I hope the Teacher wins, but I also don't want Grandpa Sword to lose too badly…"
Ning Rongrong mumbled. One was her beloved Teacher, and the other was her Grandpa Sword who doted on her. Of course, she hoped both of them would be fine.
But… alas, Grandpa Sword is good in every way, but he's a sword fanatic, which is truly a headache…
"Old Sword Man, don't cry if you lose."
"Little guy, come, give me some melon seeds too."
Gu Rong stretched out his large hands in front of Bell. He also enjoyed this atmosphere of watching the fun.
"Senior, here."
Bell gave Gu Rong more than half of his melon seeds and peanuts. The group happily became spectators, eating snacks.