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

Chapter 248 Chen Xin's praise, no way!

"Dai Chengfeng, do you want to fight me?"

Chen Xin looked at Dai Chengfeng, whose gaze was intense, with a hint of surprise on her face.

Although Dai Chengfeng said, "I'd like to ask for your advice."

But seeing Dai Chengfeng's soaring fighting spirit, Chen Xin understood.
What Dai Chengfeng wanted was probably not simple. He wanted to demonstrate his soul skill so that he could see it and then point out where he was right and wrong.

Instead, he wanted to suppress his soul power and fight him in a real battle.

As a titled Douluo, one of the people standing at the very top of the continent, Chen Xin had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone like Dai Chengfeng who directly asked to spar with him.

Not only was Chen Xin surprised, but Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengyuan, who were also about to return to their rooms to rest after a satisfying meal, also stopped and exchanged glances.

His eyes were also filled with surprise.

After all, Dai Chengfeng clearly volunteered for the fight, rather than asking Chen Xin to give him some pointers. But who is Chen Xin?
He was a renowned Sword Douluo on the continent, known as the titled Douluo with the strongest attack power. In contrast, Dai Chengfeng...

His current strength is only that of a level 41 Soul Master.

The two are so different in terms of raw strength that even if Chen Xin suppresses his strength, his mental strength and physical strength are still far superior to Dai Chengfeng's.

He'll probably be defeated in just a few moves.

If that's the case, what's the point of having a friendly competition?

At the same time, the two admired Dai Chengfeng's boldness, since most people wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

Even though he was a genius, he was easily defeated by someone at the same level. Even if that person had suppressed their strength to reach that level, it was still inevitable that he would lose his mental energy.

If self-doubt arises again, the person might be ruined.

Only those who are confident in their indomitable will and can face failure head-on dare to fight a battle they are destined to lose.

"Dai Chengfeng, do you really want to fight Grandpa Jian?"

Soon, Ning Rongrong looked at Dai Chengfeng, somewhat unsure and wanting to confirm, while reminding him, "Grandpa Jian is a Title Douluo, not someone we can compare to."

Ning Fengyuan also shook his head, "Chengfeng, if it doesn't work, let Uncle Jian give you some pointers."

"As for fighting, I don't think it's necessary, do you?"

Dai Chengfeng simply smiled in response to their well-intentioned reminders.

"Don't worry, I have my own ideas."

Then, Dai Chengfeng looked at Chen Xin, and under his scrutinizing gaze, nodded vigorously, his expression solemn as he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"I, Dai Chengfeng, humbly request to challenge Senior Chenxin and beg for your guidance!"

"Aren't you afraid of being defeated in one move?"

Chen Xin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, asking with a half-smile and a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"will not!"

"Won't?"

Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's answer, Chen Xin was startled. He had expected Dai Chengfeng to say that he was not afraid.

But I didn't expect...

Dai Chengfeng was so confident that he said he couldn't.

It seems I've been underestimated!

Thinking it over, Chen Xin smiled, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes: "Good!"

"You helped Rongrong out of that predicament before, so I owe you a favor."

"Now, I'll repay this favor to you!"

As she spoke, Chen Xin gracefully stepped out of the inn.

"bring it on!"

"Let me see if your strength, Dai Chengfeng, is solely due to your martial spirit, which allows you to make history by reaching the fourth ring age, or..."

"Your strength is worthy of your spirit ring."

In the backyard of the inn, Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back. Moonlight shone on his white robes, outlining his tall and straight figure, his temperament as sharp as a sword.

"I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Seeing Chen Xin standing in the backyard, exuding an aura of perfect harmony between man and sword, Dai Chengfeng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit! "I will certainly not disappoint you, senior!"

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng stomped his foot.

boom--

The next second, he instantly appeared outside the door, his posture upright, facing Sword Douluo Chen Xin from afar.

At this moment, seeing that Dai Chengfeng was determined to fight Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengyuan stopped trying to persuade him and instead followed him out.

Standing by the railing, they watched with interest the standoff in the courtyard, neither using spirit rings or spirit skills, but simply raising their auras against each other...

The two seemed poised to launch a sudden and fierce attack at any moment.

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

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled with excitement as she braced her hands on the railing and leaned forward slightly.

Ning Fengyuan stroked his chin, glanced at Sword Douluo, then at Dai Chengfeng, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, and slowly said:

"Even without suppressing his strength, being able to make Uncle Jian take him seriously within the same realm is already an extraordinary talent."

"Since Uncle Jian is suppressing his strength now, I estimate that five moves should still be enough!"

"Any more than that, I'm afraid it won't work. Five moves are probably Chengfeng's limit."

"Five moves?" Ning Rongrong pouted, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. She put her hands on her hips and said discontentedly:

"I think it needs at least 10 moves!"

Ning Fengyuan looked at his little niece with some surprise and a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Rongrong, you trust Dai Chengfeng that much?"

"Ok!"

Ning Rongrong nodded firmly, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "I think he's a little different!"

"Look at his eyes, so determined and confident. I believe he will definitely give you a surprise!"

Looking at Ning Rongrong's serious expression, Ning Fengyuan shook his head helplessly, but a smile remained on his lips. "I hope so."

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On the second floor of the inn, Bibi Dong was in her room, where she was about to go find Dai Chengfeng and then rest.

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

This instantly turned her previously languid and expectant expression into one of alertness.

"That old bastard Chen Xin is going to attack Cheng Feng? Is he bullying the weak?!"

But Bibi Dong quickly realized what was happening.

She noticed that Chen Xin was clearly suppressing his strength, only using level 41 soul power. "So it seems he doesn't intend to harm Cheng Feng."

"On the contrary, it seems like they want to spar with Chengfeng?"

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching Dai Chengfeng and Chen Xin confronting each other in the backyard, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"interesting!"

"Let me see how many moves it will take for that old bastard Chen Xin to defeat Cheng Feng while suppressing his strength!"

Jiji~
At this moment, Qiu'er on the bed jumped up and landed on Bibi Dong's shoulder, looking out the window and calling out to Bibi Dong a few times.

She seemed to be saying that Dai Chengfeng would win!
Bibi Dong gently stroked Qiu'er's downy fur, her eyes filled with affection: "Oh? You think highly of him?"

grumble!
Qiu'er nodded, called out softly again, and then rubbed her head against Bibi Dong's cheek, seemingly acting coquettishly.

"You little rascal, let's take a look..."

"Who guessed right, you or me?"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong turned her gaze back to Dai Chengfeng and Chen Xin in the courtyard.

At this moment, the two finally made their move!

(End of this chapter)