Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

"Dai Chengfeng, you want to fight me?"

Chen Xin looked at Dai Chengfeng, whose gaze burned with determination, a hint of surprise on his face.

Although Dai Chengfeng had said "requesting guidance," 

Chen Xin understood that what Dai Chengfeng truly wanted wasn't just for him to demonstrate a soul skill and then critique Dai Chengfeng's performance.

Rather, he wanted Chen Xin to suppress his soul power and engage in a real, no-holds-barred battle.

As a Title Douluo—one of the strongest individuals on the continent—Chen Xin had witnessed countless prodigies throughout his life. But never had he encountered someone like Dai Chengfeng, who so boldly requested a sparring match.

Not only was Chen Xin surprised, but Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengyuan, who had just finished their meal and were about to retire to their rooms, also stopped in their tracks and exchanged glances.

Their eyes reflected the same astonishment.

After all, it was clear that Dai Chengfeng was issuing a challenge rather than simply asking Chen Xin to guide him through practice. But who was Chen Xin?

He was the renowned Sword Douluo, hailed as the strongest offensive Title Douluo on the continent. As for Dai Chengfeng…

His current strength was merely that of a 41st-rank Soul Ancestor.

The gap between their raw power was immense. Even if Chen Xin suppressed his strength, his spiritual power, physical resilience, and other attributes would far surpass those of Dai Chengfeng.

Within just a few moves, it was likely that Dai Chengfeng would be defeated.

Given this, what was the point of sparring?

At the same time, however, they couldn't help but admire Dai Chengfeng's boldness—most people wouldn't dare take such a risk.

Even though he himself was undoubtedly a genius, being easily defeated by someone of the same rank—even if that person was deliberately suppressing their strength—would surely damage one's confidence.

If self-doubt were to arise, it could even ruin a person entirely.

Only those who believed their willpower to be unbreakable and could face failure head-on would dare to fight a battle they were destined to lose.

"Dai Chengfeng, are you really going to fight Grandpa Sword?"

Soon, Ning Rongrong looked at Dai Chengfeng, seeking confirmation while also reminding him: "Grandpa Sword is a Title Douluo. He's not someone we can compare ourselves to."

Ning Fengyuan also shook his head. "Chengfeng, why don't you let Uncle Sword give you some pointers instead?"

"As for an actual fight… I think it's unnecessary, right?"

But in response to their well-meaning advice, Dai Chengfeng simply smiled.

"Rest assured, I have my own plans."

Then, Dai Chengfeng turned to Chen Xin, meeting his scrutinizing gaze with a firm nod. His expression serious, he clasped his hands together in a respectful bow:

"I, Dai Chengfeng, request a duel with Senior Chen Xin. I humbly ask for your guidance!"

"Not afraid of being defeated in a single move?"

Chen Xin's lips curled slightly into a faint smile, his tone teasing as his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"It won't happen!"

"It won't happen?"

Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's response, Chen Xin instinctively froze. He had expected Dai Chengfeng to say something along the lines of "I'm not afraid."

But he hadn't anticipated…

That Dai Chengfeng would be so confident as to say "it won't happen."

It seemed that he, Chen Xin, had been underestimated!

With that thought, Chen Xin chuckled, a flicker of admiration flashing in his eyes. "Good!"

"You helped Rongrong out earlier, so I owe you a favor."

"Now, let me repay that debt!"

With these words, Chen Xin took a graceful step forward and exited the inn.

"Come on!"

"Let me see whether your fourth spirit ring's historic achievement is solely due to your robust physique granted by your martial spirit—or…"

"Whether your strength matches your spirit rings."

In the inn's backyard, Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back. The moonlight bathed his pristine white robes, outlining a tall and upright figure with an aura as sharp as a sword.

"I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Looking at Chen Xin standing there with an air of unity between man and sword, Dai Chengfeng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit!

"I will absolutely not disappoint you, Senior!"

With that, Dai Chengfeng stomped his foot hard.

Bam—

The next moment, he instantly appeared outside, his posture upright, facing off against Sword Douluo Chen Xin from a distance.

By now, seeing that Dai Chengfeng was resolute and truly preparing to fight Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengyuan stopped trying to dissuade him. Instead, they followed and stood by the railing, watching the two figures in the courtyard as they faced each other without using spirit rings or soul skills, merely escalating their auras…

Both seemed ready to burst into action at any moment, prepared to launch a fierce attack.

"Uncle, how many moves do you think Dai Chengfeng can last against Grandpa Sword?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned forward, her hands resting on the railing.

Ning Fengyuan stroked his chin, glanced at Sword Douluo, then at Dai Chengfeng, and after a moment of contemplation, slowly replied:

"Even without suppressing his strength, if someone of the same rank can make Uncle Sword take them seriously, they're already an extraordinary genius."

"Now that Uncle Sword is suppressing his strength, I estimate that five moves should still be possible."

"Any more than that, and it'll likely be impossible. Five moves might be Chengfeng's limit."

"Five moves?" Ning Rongrong pouted, clearly dissatisfied with this answer. Hands on her hips, she protested:

"I think he should at least last ten moves!"

Ning Fengyuan looked at his young niece in surprise, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Rongrong, you really believe in Dai Chengfeng that much?"

"Mm!"

Ning Rongrong nodded firmly, her eyes shimmering with an indescribable light. "I think he's different!"

"Just look at his eyes—they're filled with determination and confidence. I believe he'll give you a surprise!"

Ning Fengyuan gazed at Ning Rongrong's earnest expression, shaking his head helplessly but with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Let's hope so."

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On the second floor of the inn, Bibi Dong was in her room, originally planning to find Dai Chengfeng and rest.

However, suddenly, she sensed two extremely familiar auras colliding in the backyard.

This immediately transformed her previously languid and expectant expression into one of alertness.

"That old man Chen Xin is going to attack Chengfeng? Bullying someone weaker?!"

But soon, Bibi Dong realized the truth.

She noticed that Chen Xin was clearly suppressing his own strength, using only 41st-rank soul power. "So it seems he doesn't intend to harm Chengfeng."

"On the contrary, it looks like they're sparring?"

With this thought, Bibi Dong crossed her arms and stood by the window, watching Dai Chengfeng and Chen Xin face off in the backyard. A faint smile curved her lips:

"How interesting!"

"Let's see how many moves it takes for that old man Chen Xin to defeat Chengfeng while suppressing his strength!"

Meow meow~

At this moment, Qiu'er leapt from the bed onto Bibi Dong's shoulder, looking out the window while softly meowing at her.

It was as if she were saying, "Dai Chengfeng will win!"

Bibi Dong gently stroked Qiu'er's soft fur, her eyes filled with affection. "Oh? You're so confident in him?"

Meow!

Qiu'er nodded again, meowing softly once more, then rubbed her head against Bibi Dong's cheek, as if seeking attention.

"You little one, let's see…"

"Whether your guess is right or mine is!"

With that, Bibi Dong once again directed her gaze toward Dai Chengfeng and Chen Xin in the courtyard.

At this moment, the two finally made their move!

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