"This is a sight you might not see once in a thousand years! Who do you think will win?"
"Do you even have to ask? Sword Douluo, of course!
He's the greatest Sword Douluo on the continent. He's been famous for decades, and who knows how many Titled Douluo have fallen to his Seven Kill Sword?
His Highness may be extraordinarily gifted, but he's still young. How could his swordsmanship compare with Sword Douluo's?"
"Not necessarily!
His Highness has Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power. I heard even Tang Hao came off worse against him.
Level eighty-seven against level eighty-seven? Sword Douluo isn't guaranteed to win!"
The disciples argued back and forth. Some had admired Sword Douluo for decades and were certain his swordsmanship was unmatched;
others had been won over by Fang Fan's legendary feats and firmly believed His Highness could work a miracle.
Ning Fengzhi stood on the viewing platform. Hearing the discussion behind him, he turned to Bone Douluo and asked quietly,
"Uncle Bone, who do you think will win?"
"Isn't it obvious? That old swordsman."
Bone Douluo folded his arms and answered without hesitation.
"His Highness may have unparalleled talent, but how many Soul Rings has he added to his second Martial Soul?
Rongrong told me he only has two, I think.
Two Soul Rings against nine—even if both are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, they're still both level eighty-seven, and he's seven Soul Skills short. How's he supposed to fight?
The killing intent of that old swordsman's Seven Kill Sword is no joke. Even I'd have to get out of the way when he strikes."
"Oh? Then let's wait and see."
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. He neither argued nor agreed.
He had not spent much time with Fang Fan, but he had learned