"All of this was thanks to Brother Fan's help!" Ning Rongrong blushed slightly as she said this.
"Whoa... I didn't expect that!"
Bone Douluo couldn't help but glance at Zhang Fan again. This kid had shocked him once more. So it turned out Rongrong's improvement was all because of Zhang Fan. No wonder even Dean Flender had praised him so much. This Shrek Academy really was something.
Sword Douluo also looked toward Zhang Fan.
The others followed suit after hearing Ning Rongrong's words, all turning their eyes to Zhang Fan.
"Just some lucky encounters, that's all."
Zhang Fan shrugged. Of course, he wasn't going to explain further.
Ning Fengzhi's heart was still surging with excitement. A nine-colored Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—it was symbolic of surpassing history.
After all, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was known as the strongest auxiliary-type spirit, it was also cursed to never break through level seventy-something in a lifetime. But the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda meant one could become a Title Douluo.
A Title Douluo with nine rings and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would be known as a divine support, a battlefield game-changer.
He was so excited he nearly jumped with joy.
"Oh? That's really some luck you've got there."
Sword Douluo didn't press further."How about a little sparring match? I'd like to see your swordsmanship!"
Sword Douluo was quite curious about Zhang Fan. This kid was far too mysterious, and he really wanted to test his abilities."We'll only spar with sword techniques. I won't use any spirit power."
"Uncle Jian… don't make things difficult for Zhang Fan. He's done a great deal for our sect."
Ning Fengzhi didn't want Zhang Fan to feel pressured over a duel.
After all, Zhang Fan was practically a benefactor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"A sparring match isn't out of the question."
Zhang Fan didn't refuse—he'd long heard of this man called Sword Douluo.
The Seven Killing Sword was indeed cool. Even just standing there, Sword Douluo gave off an aura of supreme dominance, as if all of heaven and earth bowed before him. His voice was like a blade, slicing straight through people's hearts.
So yeah, the guy had skills.
But if it was just pure swordsmanship without spirit power… he might not lose.
"Alright then, let's try it out!" Zhang Fan felt a little thrill of excitement.
"The training field outside!" Sword Douluo pointed toward the open space beyond.
"Sure!" Zhang Fan nodded and walked out.
Sword Douluo stepped onto his flying sword and soared off.
"Whoosh…" They arrived at a spacious open area.
Sword Douluo landed first.
Zhang Fan flashed forward and appeared before him.
"Such speed!"
Sword Douluo was secretly shocked—this kid's movement technique was impressive.
"One strike to decide the winner?" Zhang Fan looked at him calmly.
"Agreed."
Sword Douluo hadn't expected this kind of confidence. Originally, he just wanted to teach the kid some swordsmanship tricks—after all, anyone who treated Rongrong well deserved some goodwill in return. But this level of confidence? Now he was really curious.
Ning Rongrong stood at the side, looking worried. After all, Grandpa Jian was a level 96 Super Douluo, while Brother Fan was only level 57.
Even if neither used spirit power, Grandpa Jian had decades of mastery in swordsmanship.
Xiao Wu was also nervous. A level 96 old monster? Terrifying just to think about it.
The others felt similarly.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, however, were very curious. This confident young man... was worth watching.
"Xiao Fan… are you confident?"
Liu Erlong stepped up to Zhang Fan and asked seriously:
"The opponent is a level 96 Super Douluo. If you're not sure you can win, just surrender. No need for unnecessary injuries!"
Liu Erlong, being a woman, was more thoughtful than the rough guys like Flender.
"Alright, don't worry. I'll be fine."
Zhang Fan nodded, then turned to Sword Douluo:
"Let's begin."
"Very well."
Sword Douluo nodded. With a thought, the Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand. Sword intent radiated from it, sweeping outward with a terrifying pressure that made everyone's expression change.
Liu Erlong also stepped back to stand beside Flender.
"See? Look how powerful your grandfather's sword spirit is!" Ning Fengzhi said to Ning Rongrong with a proud smile.
"It is strong… but Dad, wait till you see Brother Fan's sword spirit!" Ning Rongrong acknowledged Sword Grandpa's power,but—she didn't believe it surpassed Brother Fan's. After all, she was Brother Fan's woman now. No matter how good Sword Grandpa was to her, it was Brother Fan she'd spend a lifetime with.
She obviously believed in him.
"Whoosh…"
With a thought, Zhang Fan summoned his sword—lightning surged around a purple blade."Rumble…"
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, forming a massive vortex of purple lightning that crackled and danced.
Heaven's might roared.
It was breathtaking.
"This… this kid's sword can cause this kind of phenomenon?!"
Sword Douluo stared with wide eyes, shocked beyond belief.
"What the hell…"
Ning Fengzhi also gawked at the sight above:"This kid's sword spirit is even stronger than Uncle Jian's Seven Killing Sword! You little brat—keeping this from us!" He gave Ning Rongrong a look of mock reproach.
"Hehe~" Ning Rongrong giggled sweetly.
"System, use half my modification points to exchange for a sword technique, and use the other half to instantly learn it."
Zhang Fan immediately communicated with the system.
[Ding! Available sword technique: Heaven-Splitting Draw Sword Technique. Use all modification points to learn this technique?]
"Yes!" Zhang Fan replied without hesitation.
[Ding! Modification points deducted successfully. Congratulations, Host—Heaven-Splitting Draw Sword Technique acquired.]
"Buzz…"
The next second, Zhang Fan felt a mysterious power surge through his body.
In an instant, he had mastered the Heaven-Splitting Draw Sword Technique.
He raised the Heavenmourne Sword high with one hand—"Buzz…"
A terrifying sword intent shot skyward. The pressure was so overwhelming that even the Seven Killing Sword in Sword Douluo's hand began to tremble.
"What kind of freakish technique is this?!"
Sword Douluo immediately activated his true strength, pouring sword intent into the Seven Killing Sword to resist.
Around them, anyone who had a sword spirit or simply held a sword felt their weapons trembling and quaking.
"Ugh… what kind of sword technique is this? How can its intent be so horrifying?!"
"Whoa… badass!"
Cries of shock erupted from the crowd.
"Wow… so cool!" Xiao Wu exclaimed—this was her first time seeing Brother Fan unleash a strike like this.
"Handsome!" Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes widened in awe.
"Oh my gosh—"
Ning Rongrong was so excited she actually jumped up.
"You little rascal!"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, but inwardly he was just as stunned.
"Buzz…"
That terrifying sword intent seemed like it was going to split the heavens.
It was the first time he had ever felt such a vast, overwhelming sword pressure.
It felt like the most dominant sword intent in all of heaven and earth.
Enough to make one's heart tremble.
"Now this is interesting."
Even Bone Douluo admitted—he had never felt sword intent this terrifying. It surpassed even the old sword man's.
This time… the old man might lose face.
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