"Qin Hao."
Looking at Qin Hao's bright eyes and the fighting spirit surging through him, Bull could only marvel inwardly. After hearing how strong Shen Jian was, Qin Hao had not grown wary. If anything, he seemed impatient to fight him.
Bull shook his head. "If you win ninety-nine matches in a row, perhaps Shen Jian will step forward and fight you."
"But right now... Shen Jian won't even show up."
As the top swordsman in the A division, Shen Jian was formidable.
Forget eighty consecutive wins—even at ninety, Shen Jian might not step forward. After all, he himself had won ninety-two matches in a row the year before.
"He'll show up." Qin Hao's voice was quiet, but his tone was resolute.
Ninety-nine consecutive wins?
My goal is a hundred. Then I'll enter the Sword Grotto and study the One-Armed Sword Saint's Sword Dao.
"Then I wish you luck." Bull laughed and turned toward the edge of the arena. "Qin Hao, fighting you has given me plenty to think about. I hope we get another chance to fight someday."
"We will." Qin Hao nodded.
Bull soon left.
With his departure, the match came to an end.
Eighty consecutive wins!
Qin Hao had now won eighty matches in a row. Only twenty remained before he reached a Hundred Consecutive Wins.
"Heavens, eighty in a row! In the past few years, no more than three people have managed that, right?"
"Forget the past few years. You might not find many even if you went back fifty."
"It's a pity. Now that Qin Hao has won eighty in a row, the rules require his opponents to be stronger. A challenger needs at least the strength of a Saint Martial Realm Fifth Layer Grandmaster."
"Exactly... Now we've lost our chance to spar with him.