In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 378 Poor Zhao Wuji

"snort."

At this moment, Chen Xin also spoke up, directly and rudely interrupting Zhao Wuji.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji noticed that there was another person standing next to Tang Hao whose aura seemed no weaker than Tang Hao's, so he also turned his gaze to him.

Chen Xin met Zhao Wuji's gaze, said nothing, and simply extended her hand.

The next moment, the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul appeared in Chen Xin's hand. At the same time, nine soul rings appeared on his body: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black. Among them, the ninth soul ring was black with a hint of blood red. Obviously, this was a soul ring that was very close to the 100,000-year level, with a cultivation period of about 90,000 years!

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply. If he was still somewhat unsure of Tang Hao's identity with his strange "Haotian Bamboo Shoots," he immediately recognized Chen Xin with his highly recognizable demeanor.

"Sword...Sword Douluo, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

In that instant, Zhao Wuji seemed to vaguely realize something.

"Um."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's drastically changed expression, Chen Xin nodded indifferently. Then, glancing at Tang Hao, who had put away his strange, bamboo shoot-like Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, she thought for a moment and then put away her Seven Kill Sword martial soul as well.

Things like martial spirits and spirit rings are only meant to be used to demonstrate one's abilities when facing weaker opponents. Chen Xin thought to himself.

"Your Excellencies, may I ask what brings you here today?"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji's previous domineering aura vanished completely. He hurriedly bowed to Chen Xin and Tang Hao, and finally, he casually replied to Tang Hao:

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, you must have been joking just now, right? How could a mere mortal like me be worthy of sparring with you?"

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao let out a mocking laugh for no apparent reason.

"Acala, you are not someone to be trifled with. 'If you don't move, all is well; but once you do, you can't just stop.' That's what you just said."

"Also, you just said that I and the Sword Douluo next to me should prepare to get beaten up. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh, this, this..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's face fell, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Your Majesty..."

Hearing that he was about to say something, Tang Hao, just like Chen Xin had done before, interrupted him rudely this time.

"Besides, it's just a friendly spar, there's no question of being a good match. You were bullying those kids during the day, weren't you? I've discovered that bullying others feels pretty good. So let me bully you a bit too. Of course, you can think I'm taking advantage of the weak."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

He thought to himself, "Just as I thought." This is a classic case of "you offend the little ones and the old ones come knocking." He wondered which of the four little brats this so-called "Fallen Soul Master, Daily Douluo" was connected to this morning. Could it be…?

At this moment, Chen Xinyou's gaze sharpened slightly, then she said indifferently, "Since you're here, then step forward. Or do you want me to personally drag you out?"

As soon as Chen Xin finished speaking, Flander, in his Three-Eyed Cat-Owl Martial Soul form, appeared out of nowhere next to Zhao Wuji and then respectfully bowed to both Chen Xin and Tang Hao.

"I have met Your Majesty the Sword, I have met Your Majesty the Sun... Every Day, Your Majesty."

When he spoke of Tang Hao, Flander's voice was noticeably hesitant. However, aside from calling him "Damn it," he was so nervous that he couldn't think of a proper way to address Tang Hao.

Upon hearing Flander's words, Tang Hao's expression subtly shifted. He looked at Flander and then coldly said, "Flander, the Four-Eyed Cat-Owl, one of the Golden Iron Triangle, are you the dean of this Shitlake Academy?"

"Yes, yes."

Flanders did not hesitate and replied immediately.

"I wonder what Zhao Wuji has done to offend Your Excellencies? Could you possibly grant me some face?"

What do you think?

Seeing that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, Chen Xin asked back somewhat impatiently.

At this point, Flander, who was already prepared, decided to bring out "Separation from the Underworld".

"If it's because of the practical assessment this morning, then Your Excellencies, you've come to the wrong person. This morning, the infamous Lord of the Undead Scourge was here. He personally proposed that Zhao Wuji be the chief examiner for the practical assessment. Our Shrek Academy is small and insignificant; how could we dare to object?"

Upon hearing this, both Chen Xin and Tang Hao paused.

Chen Xin was alright, after all, his precious granddaughter not only stole the show today, but also came off the field basically unharmed.

But Tang Hao was different. When he thought about how Tang San was slapped mercilessly by Zhao Wuji this morning and sent off the field, Tang San fainted and his face swelled up, turning him into a pig's head, he was furious.

"Never mind, strength is the only truth..." Tang Hao thought to himself. It has to be said that Tang Hao, who had been forced to be a treacherous and cunning person for so many years by the Rakshasa God's test, finally wanted to stand up straight and be "domineering" for once.

He then said indifferently, "Flander, shut up and stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up too!"

"Zhao Wuji, I'll give you a chance. I won't use my martial spirit. If you can last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll leave without a word. Otherwise, you must do something for me."

"what……"

Zhao Wuji felt timid and hesitated, unsure of what to say. He glanced at Flander, who had shamelessly slipped to the side, and felt annoyed. He could only turn his gaze to Chen Xin, who had fallen silent.

Chen Xin looked at Zhao Wuji, paused, and said, "I don't care about Tang Hao's matter. As for me, I can't have come all this way for nothing. So I've decided that after you've survived for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in Tang Hao, you'll also have to survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in me. Don't worry, I won't be using my martial spirit."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

"Bang! Boom! Ah! Ahhhhhh..."

Soon, the sounds of collisions, the surge of energy, muffled groans, and screams echoed through the woods.

Not long after.

Chen Xin and Tang Hao looked at Zhao Wuji, who was beaten unconscious and whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and left satisfied.

After leaving the small forest, under the cover of night, Chen Xin and Tang Hao faced each other from a distance. It was unclear whether they had spoken about something, but they parted ways and went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, at Shilake Academy, on a path near a grove of trees, Tang San listened to the sounds coming from afar and a smile appeared on his lips.

This is the pure love of a domineering father...

Unbeknownst to Tang San, Ning Rongrong was standing quietly not far behind him, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)