HISTORY'S STRONGEST SENIOR BROTHER

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HSSB51: Dangers lurking all around

Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Hao with an unfriendly expression on his face. Glancing at him, Zhao Hao just laughed as he shook his head.

As a Martial Scholar, by common logic, it should be obvious that Zhao Sheng should be able to take care of a mere Martial Artist like him as easily as blowing away dust.

However, within Zhao Hao’s gaze was no fear or caution whatsoever. On the contrary, he actually still seemed extremely calm.

And within that calmness, a few hints of his total disregard for Zhao Sheng could also be seen.

Yan Zhaoge’s eyes slightly blinked his eyes, “The way he looks at Zhao Sheng is no different from the way that he looks at me…”

“In his eyes, Zhao Sheng and I are on the same level?”

Yan Zhaoge laughed soundlessly.

Zhao Hao asked mildly, “What kind of forfeit does Third Brother want me to drink?”

Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, “Over this period of time, Sixteenth Brother’s cultivation has soared tremendously. Still, with that, your actual combat experience will naturally be somewhat lacking.”

“Third Brother has some people under me that are just suited to help you, Sixteenth Brother, train yourself up a little.”

“By accumulating more experience, we’ll make it such that you are not only able to take down people lying at the verge of death. Otherwise, if you meet up with a real tough nut to crack in the future, the one who would be unlucky would be you.”

The disdain within Zhao Hao’s eyes grew, as the way he looked at Zhao Sheng seemed to resemble the way an adult would look at an immature child messing about.

Not saying anything else, he directly unsheathed his sword, standing silently right where he stood, “Who wants to give me pointers?”

Other people still might not think of it as anything, but Yan Zhaoge’s perception far exceeded that of all the others here.

From Yan Zhaoge’s perspective, with that one sword in hand, the atmosphere around Zhao Hao had instantly changed.

More feral, unrestrained, penetrating; his edge was revealed!

His entire person resembled a sharp sword that had just left its sheath, raring to charge into the skies and slash the very heavens apart.

This was a force formed purely of his atmosphere alone; it was hard to explain in words, but it truly existed.

While currently, Zhao Hao was indeed still a Martial Artist, not having concealed the true power of his cultivation base, the atmosphere around him actually seemed to preside over the vast majority of people in this world.

It was as if even if a Martial Grandmaster stood before him, it would still be nothing worth mentioning at all.

Yan Zhaoge raised his brows, “Interesting, don’t tell me…”

While Zhao Sheng really wished that he could beat Zhao Hao till he was half-dead, he was, after all, already in the Martial Scholar realm, being more than ten years older that Zhao Hao.

Although Zhao Hao had not behaved respectfully or humbly at all, in front all these others, and with even Yan Zhaoge there as well, Zhao Sheng still suppressed his desire to go deal with Zhao Hao himself.

However, he naturally still didn’t intend to make things easy for him.

Zhao Hao was at the eight level of the Body Refinement realm, in the mid qi-directing stage. While the opponent Zhao Sheng chose for him was also similarly in the mid qi-directing stage, he had a fierce, aggressive air about him, obviously being someone who was already used to licking blood off the edge of his sword, an experienced person incomparably familiar with slaughter and death.