The Great Thief of the Universe, Starting from Douluo

Chapter 11 Dust Heart
After a good sleep, Zhang San woke up in the evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun above the city walls is warm, and the streets inside the city are dimly lit.

Walking on the streets of Tiandou City, Zhang San walked leisurely, looking at the street vendors and the bustling restaurants.

Although he likes to travel alone, he also likes the hustle and bustle of the world.

Before traveling through time, Zhang San's favorite thing was to visit the morning market and night market. The steaming aroma of breakfast, the rich smell of barbecue, and the people coming and going around him could make people fully feel the reality of the world and their own existence.

For someone like him who has been wandering in the black and gray world for many years, it is undoubtedly a very good way to relieve stress.

The evening breeze blew up Zhang San's messy bangs, and he realized that his hair had grown a little long.

After thinking about it, I decided not to cut it.

Li Si always said that it was a pity for his face because he didn't know how to dress up, but there were too many surveillance methods on the earth, and this feature was obviously not a good thing.

But since he had traveled through time, he also wanted to try to show off and see the effect.

Li Si is a romantic guy and has a new hairstyle every day. Zhang San can't learn from him, but he has no problem taking care of his hair. He has a full head at the back, so he would look good with a wolf tail. He has wanted to have one since he was a child.

Although he is a bit non-mainstream, this is not Earth, and few people pay attention to him.

Walking slowly on the street, Zhang San's eyes were suddenly attracted by a stall.

In Earth terms, it was a balloon booth.

However, they used a slingshot instead of a toy gun, and shot small wooden signs of various sizes instead of balloons.

There are different items written on the wooden signs, and they are at different distances and heights.

Zhang San was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be such a stall in the world.

Out of curiosity, Zhang San walked forward.

With a flick of his thumb, a gold soul coin drew a beautiful parabola and landed in the boss's hand.

The boss was stunned when he saw the gold soul coins in his hand, and the next second a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, this young master..."

Before he could finish his words, a small wooden bead the size of a BB bullet flew out with a whoosh sound and hit the wooden tile the size of a mahjong tile at the farthest point.

The wooden plaque reads "A Gilded Butterfly Hairpin."

Looking at the gradually stiffening smile on the boss's face, Zhang San weighed the slingshot in his hand and chuckled.

"Don't worry, we don't want your stuff. We're just playing around. Put the sign up."

"Hey! Good, good, good! Have fun!"

When the boss heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned.

Look at Zhang San's handsome appearance, his clothes and cloak are of extraordinary quality, it is obvious that he is not from an ordinary family, so he dare not offend him easily.

But he couldn't bear to give up his gilded butterfly hairpin, because it was the treasure of his store. Although it was not very expensive, the workmanship was quite exquisite and unique, and it was specially used to attract young masters and young ladies.

Just like the balloon stall on Earth, his slingshot was naturally tampered with.

The length of the rubber band used is slightly off, and the marbles are made of balsa wood, which is very light and easily disturbed by air currents, so very few customers can hit the target with one shot.

But today I encountered a tough situation...

Hearing the crackling sound of wooden signs falling beside him, the boss felt relieved.

Luckily, he's a wealthy young master. If someone else were here, he'd be bankrupt today...

Zhang San was not in the mood to understand his boss's thoughts. He was having fun at the moment.

Shooting games are Lao Wu's strong point, but his level can only be described as okay, with the longest sniper record being only 600 yards.

Of course, this refers to precise sniping targeting coins, which is considered average for a professional sniper. Sniper accuracy depends primarily on calculation, feel, and—natural talent. Even with the added power of soul power, Zhang San didn't think he was much better than before, but he was pretty good with the slingshot anyway.

After several consecutive physical improvements, his arms were steady enough for him to run a horse and shoot a slingshot with ease.

Soon, amidst a crackling sound, a lot of people gathered behind Zhang San.

Noticing the movement around him, Zhang San put down his slingshot and passed through the crowd in a flash.

"what?"

On the street, an old man with white hair and a youthful face and a thin appearance noticed Zhang San's footsteps, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Young man, please stay!"

"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras!"

Zhang San covered his hood and disappeared instantly.

"Huh? This..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, feeling a little amused and helpless. He carefully sensed but could not detect any trace of Zhang San's presence. For a moment, he was even more surprised.

"What's the matter, Uncle Jian?"

Next to the old man, a handsome and elegant man asked.

"That kid just now was clearly just doing a simple twitch, yet he possessed the speed of a Soul Master. And judging by his graceful movements, it was clear he was doing it with ease..."

The old man was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the only two Titled Douluo in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

The person who could allow this Titled Douluo to be guarded by his side was naturally the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

Chen Xin stared at the place where Zhang San's figure disappeared, his tone slightly solemn.

"Just looking at his appearance, the child should be around Rongrong's age. Moreover, after he disappeared, I couldn't sense his aura at all. I don't know if he has a soul guide to conceal his aura, or if it's an innate martial spirit ability..."

"About the same age as Rongrong?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned when he heard this, and then seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, there was news a few days ago that Sarath had taken a junior from the Spirit Hall to Sunset Forest..."

"Although the specific circumstances are unclear, for Sarath to take him so seriously, he must be a remarkable genius."

"Do you suspect it was that kid just now?"

Chen Xin thought about it and realized that it was not impossible: "But at this age, isn't it a little too young?"

"It's just a guess..."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "To rival a Soul Sect master in speed, even with a top-tier Agility Attack Martial Soul, one would need to be at least a Great Soul Master. Judging from his age, that's unlikely. I'm more concerned about the reason why he can burst out at such speed. Is it due to a Soul Guidance Device, or is it..."

"Self-created soul skills..."

Chen Xin nodded. He had just had the same guess, so he called Zhang San.

"Forget it. Judging from the method, it should be just a family member who sneaked out to play."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and didn't take it too seriously.

On the other side, Zhang San had already run two miles...

Although it was their first meeting, Zhang San still recognized their identities.

The temperaments of these two people are too outstanding. One has a refined temperament and handsome appearance, and the other has an immortal-like appearance and can't hide his edge. They are the best in the whole Douluo. And in Tiandou City, if Zhang San can't guess this, he can really take off his head and kick it like a ball.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is indeed a force that Zhang San must win over in the future.

But definitely not now!
The strong men in Douluo generally have no moral integrity. These people really dare to kill children...

(End of this chapter)