Facing a Titled Douluo

"Ah..." Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise as she and Long Jie rolled to the ground. Long Jie took the chance to perfectly dodge Chen Xin's sword finger.

The sword energy in his hand continued to gather. Chen Xin looked at the two rolling on the ground and could not help smiling. "Kid, you really put some thought into dodging my sword finger. But isn't it a bit improper to bully a girl like that?"

"Get off me!" Ning Rongrong shoved Long Jie away with all her strength. She was now covered in dust, her little-princess image reduced to a grimy mess.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Long Jie said apologetically, while inwardly cursing up a storm.

If it had not been for Ning Rongrong, he would not have ended up in such a sorry state. Fortunately, Sword Douluo did not seem to have any killing intent. Otherwise, he really would have died here today.

Sure enough, strength was what mattered most. Without strength, he was nothing more than an object at others' mercy.

"Hmph! I'm filthy!" Ning Rongrong vigorously dusted off her clothes. Though she was unhappy, she did not scold Long Jie this time, because she knew she was at fault too.

She had only said it casually. If she got Long Jie killed because of it, she would feel terrible...

"Hahaha, kid, your movement technique is quite good. What's your name?" Sword Douluo looked at Long Jie with a trace of curiosity. Someone with such movement techniques should not be an ordinary person.

Perhaps he was the descendant of an old friend? Or the son of some old enemy?

"My name is Long Jie. Greetings, Senior!" The situation was stronger than the man, so Long Jie had no choice but to bow politely.

Surname Long? He had never heard of it, nor had he ever seen a Titled Douluo with that surname!

So he was not the son of an old acquaintance. Sword Douluo's thoughts stirred, and an idea came to him. Looking at Long Jie, he smiled and said, "Kid, my name is Chen Xin. I am a Titled Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, known as Sword Douluo."

"Ah? So it is Sword Douluo himself. This junior greets Sword Douluo!" Long Jie put on an exaggerated look of surprise, then bowed again.

Sword Douluo smiled helplessly. Couldn't this kid at least put a little more effort into acting? Still, he was rather to his liking!

"Enough, kid. Stop with these empty formalities. I'll tell you plainly—I like you. I'll give you a chance. Become my disciple!"

"What?"

"What?"

Not only was Long Jie startled, but Ning Rongrong was as well. She had never seen Sword Douluo take a disciple before. There were so many geniuses in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet Sword Douluo had never been interested in any of them. Why had he taken a liking to some little wild kid today?

She could not help glancing at Long Jie. At first glance, hmm... he was kind of handsome. But so what? Could being handsome fill his stomach?

No.

Then she looked at him again. He was still so handsome...

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment. Thinking it over carefully, it seemed perfectly fine for Sword Douluo to take Long Jie as his disciple!

It was simply a brilliant decision.

But unlike them, Long Jie frowned and rapidly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Without question, becoming Sword Douluo's disciple would bring many benefits. Whether it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources or Sword Douluo's abilities, both were excellent.

But there was one problem. Becoming Sword Douluo's disciple meant standing with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. That was not what he wanted.

He had the System and did not need many resources. He did not want to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect because of this.

Having thought it through, Long Jie relaxed his brow, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Sword Douluo, but this junior considers his talent lacking. I truly dare not waste Senior's time!"

"It's fine. If your talent is lacking, then rely on hard work!" Sword Douluo seemed not to understand Long Jie's modest refusal. He genuinely thought Long Jie lacked talent and even kept trying to comfort him.

"You possess such a movement technique, which means you do have some talent. As long as you are willing to work hard, and with my guidance, your future will surely be promising!"

Long Jie was dumbfounded. Couldn't he tell that I'm refusing him?

Helpless, he could only say again, "But I'm lazy too."

"It's fine. I'll supervise you and make sure you can't stay lazy!"

"But I'm afraid of getting tired!"

"It's fine. Once you get used to it, you won't be tired."

"But..."

"It's fine..."

The two sparred with words for a long while, yet Sword Douluo still seemed not to understand Long Jie's meaning. Frustrated, Long Jie could only say, "Senior Sword Douluo, just tell me what you like about me. Can't I change it?"

"I like you as a person. Go ahead and try changing that!" Sword Douluo smiled. He had seen through Long Jie's thoughts long ago, but so what? Anyone Sword Douluo had his eye on would not be allowed to run away.

Trying to refuse Sword Douluo? Impossible!

Long Jie despaired. How could there be such a shameless person? Hmph! Shameless, was he? Then Long Jie would not give him any face either. "I'll say it plainly, then. I will not take you as my master!"

Those words left Ning Rongrong, who had been watching from the side, dumbfounded. How dare he speak to Uncle Chen Xin like that? Did he think he was her?

Sure enough, Sword Douluo's face darkened. He drew his sword directly, stared coldly at Long Jie, and said, "Today, you will become my disciple whether you want to or not!"

Perhaps he had merely liked the kid at first, but now Sword Douluo was doing this just to save face!

You brat, you look down on me? Fine. Even if I have to tie you up, I'll drag you back with me!

"You're a Titled Douluo. How can you be this shameless?" Long Jie had had enough as well. He did not even use an honorific anymore, just short of openly cursing him out.

"Heh, how much does face cost per pound?" Chen Xin smiled. What a joke. He practiced the sword. He wanted only his sword, not his face!

Long Jie's face darkened as he frantically thought of a solution. Then an idea struck him. He said to Sword Douluo, "Hmph! You claim to be a Titled Douluo, but I don't think you have the strength to prove it. If you want me to take you as my master, fine.

As long as you can break through my defense using the realm of a Great Soul Master, I'll admit that you're impressive and willingly become your disciple. If you can't, then stop talking about taking me as your disciple!"

"A provocation? Interesting!" Chen Xin smiled. "Fine. Then I'll use the strength of a Great Soul Master to break your defense!"

"Chenxin Grandpa, don't! He's still so young. Isn't using the realm of a Great Soul Master too much bullying?" Ning Rongrong could not help speaking up. Those words immediately made Long Jie feel a little more favorably toward her.

Mm, from negative one hundred to zero!

"Oh, my little princess, I'm not bullying him. He asked for this himself!" Chen Xin stroked her head with a smile. "Don't worry. I won't hurt my disciple!"

Clearly, in Sword Douluo's eyes, Long Jie had already lost.

Long Jie was extremely nervous as well. Though he was now a level 23 Great Soul Master, surviving against a Titled Douluo without having his defense broken...

That was very difficult.

Even if that Titled Douluo used only the strength of a Great Soul Master.

Long Jie was on high alert, his eyes fixed tightly on Sword Douluo as the energy around him began to stir.

"Are you ready?" Sword Douluo asked. His realm instantly dropped from that of a Titled Douluo to that of a level 29 Great Soul Master. Clearly, Sword Douluo had kept something in reserve as well—if he failed to break Long Jie's defense, that would be embarrassing.

Level 29 should be just right.

Seeing Chen Xin getting serious, Ning Rongrong hurriedly gripped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, ready to lend Long Jie a hand at any moment!

Long Jie said nothing. He merely nodded hard, and his body instantly began to change!!!