Chapter 53

Chen Hao sat and drank coffee for a while.

Ding-a-ling!

There was a small bell at the door of the coffee shop, and every time someone walked in, the bell would ring once.

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?"

"The usual will do!"

"Alright."

The people who came were a grandfather and granddaughter.

"Grandpa, take it slow."

"Hmm."

The old man, guided by the woman, came to a seat and sat down.

Chen Hao looked toward them.

He discovered that both of these guys were skilled practitioners.

The old man looked a bit weak, but had the strength of the fourth stage of the Master Realm.

"C-rank ability — [Taiji Sword]?"

Chen Hao saw through the old man's ability.

He discovered that although the woman's strength was a bit weaker, only at the seventh stage of the Warrior Realm, her ability rank was one level higher than the old man's.

The woman's ability was a B-rank ability — [Taiji Sword].

Her ability was also [Taiji Sword].

In this world, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the son of a rat can dig holes.

Whatever ability the parents have, the offspring's ability is highly likely to be the same.

This is the legendary inheritance.

Of course, there are also some genetic mutations.

Some people awaken other abilities, or do not awaken any abilities at all.

After the grandfather and granddaughter drank coffee and ate small cakes.

They left the coffee shop with happy faces.

"Grandpa, was the small cake delicious?"

"It was delicious, but you should eat less of it."

"Grandpa is old, so I have to eat less sweets and the like."

"When we are at home, your grandma never allows me to eat sweets."

"Hehe, wouldn't it be better if we don't tell grandma?"

"You, you're always so quirky."

After the grandfather and granddaughter walked out of the coffee shop, they walked toward the distance.

Chen Hao followed far behind the two of them.

After walking for a distance.

The white-haired old man stopped.

A flash of sharp light passed through his eyes, and he said coldly, "Friend over there, come out and show yourself!"

"Hahaha, as expected of an old man on the verge of death."

"Others say that people become cunning as they age; I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

A young man holding a western sword walked out from a corner.

"What do you want to do?"

The old man looked coldly at the person opposite.

"Nothing much, just want to learn a thing or two about your Taiji Sword."

"Learn a thing or two about my Taiji Sword?"

The old man looked at the young man, and he found the young man's western sword somewhat familiar.

Suddenly his eyes widened.

"Did you kill Old Man Han?"

"Old Man Han, who's that?"

The young man was a sword fanatic; he had challenged many experts in his life.

Without exception, those guys all died under his sword.

"Han Xiangming, the successor of the Wandering Dragon Sword!"

"Oh, you mean that guy!"

"I remember now."

"That guy's strength was too weak; the Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand looked very awesome, but actually it was just flashy."

"He didn't even last two rounds with me before being stabbed to death by my sword."

Hearing this, the old man's face turned black instantly.

Han Xiangming was his close friend; he didn't expect him to die at the hands of this guy.

"Pay with your life, today I will avenge Han Xiangming."

The old man took the long sword from his granddaughter's hand and flew toward the man.

"Well fought."

The man charged over holding his western sword.

Both sides began to fight.

Clang, clang, clang!

For a time, the sound of metal colliding was endless.

The man's sword was a sword of murder; every strike was aimed at the old man's vital points.

The old man had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

He used clever force to deflect the man's sword.

After dozens of moves.

The man still hadn't injured the old man in the slightest.

"Interesting, truly very interesting!"

The man looked as if he had seen some very fun toy.

"You are much stronger than that guy who used the Wandering Dragon Sword."

"He died in a few moves; I didn't expect you to be able to take dozens of my moves."

Hearing this, the old man didn't speak.

At this moment, his face was flushed, and the blood in his body was surging.

He was too old, and his body's functions were degenerating.

He was already at the end of his rope.

If the other party attacked again.

He would have no power to parry.

"Alright, no more playing."

"Time to send you on your way!"

The man seemed to have also sensed the old man's state.

Seeing the man about to charge over.

The old man shouted to his granddaughter, "Xiao Ying, run quickly."

"No, Grandpa, I want to stay with you."

Zhang Ying said this and was about to come up to help.

"Why won't you listen?"

"You are no match for him."

Hearing this, the man's mouth curled up slightly.

It seemed the old man's strength had earned his respect.

So he said, "Little girl, why don't you listen to your grandpa and run away immediately."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare you."

Zhang Ying's strength was too weak, completely failing to pique the man's interest.

"Zhang Qingshan, I'm treating you quite well, aren't I."

"I'll only kill you and spare your granddaughter."

"Aren't you going to thank me quickly."

Listening to the man's strange words, Zhang Qingshan's face turned black beyond description.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his entire jaw trembling non-stop.

Zhang Qingshan felt hatred!

Hatred for his own lack of strength!

If he were ten years younger, there would be no room for this guy in front of him to be so arrogant.

Unfortunately, life has no "ifs."

The young man had already flown over.

The western sword in his hand sliced through the void, a flash of light flickering.

Just as the young man's western sword was about to stab into Zhang Qingshan's body.

A fireball flew over.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingshan dodged to the side.

"Who?"

"Sneaking around and ambushing, get out here."

Zhang Qingshan looked angrily in the direction from which the fireball had flown.

Before long.

A guy walked out.

"What kind of skill is it to bully an old man and a child?"

Hearing Chen Hao's words, the young man laughed.

"What? You want to stand up for them?"

"Can't I?"

"Of course you can, but you have to pay the corresponding price."

As he spoke, the young man raised his sword and charged over.

Seeing this, Chen Hao kicked off with his right foot and met the young man.

Both sides gradually approached.

The young man held his western sword.

A Nepalese army knife appeared in Chen Hao's hand.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in close combat.

The expected sound of metal colliding did not come.

The young man thrust his sword out.

He was horrified to find that he had missed.

Chen Hao disappeared before his eyes like a ghost.

"Damn it!"

He felt a chill on his back.

A dagger flickering with purple light stabbed into his back.

"Pfft!"

Chen Hao used Flash to arrive behind the young man, and the sharp Nepalese army knife stabbed in.

The man swung his western sword backhand.