Douluo: Modify the dialogue, everyone goes crazy

"Alright!" Zhang Fan nodded and took a step forward.

"So young!"

Chaotian Xiang was surprised that Zhao Wuji had actually chosen such a young and handsome boy to spar with her granddaughter.

This caught her off guard a little:

"Have you thought this through? My granddaughter is at level 30."

"Senior, are you sure about this?" Zhao Wuji replied with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You're quite confident then, bring it on!"

Chaotian Xiang had full confidence in her precious granddaughter.

"Whoosh..."

The girl flashed and appeared on the empty ground nearby:

"Meng Yiran, Martial Soul: Snake Staff, Level 30, Two-Ring Battle Soul Master."

"Zhang Fan, Martial Soul: Tian Shang Sword, Level 40, Three-Ring Battle Soul Sect." Zhang Fan stood calmly with hands behind his back.

"What?"

Chaotian Xiang thought she misheard. She snapped her gaze back to the handsome boy again:

"This boy looks about twelve years old. How can he be level 40? I didn't mishear, did I? Say it again!!"

"Zhang Fan, Martial Soul: Tian Shang Sword, Level 40, Three-Ring Battle Soul Venerable." Zhang Fan repeated calmly.

"..."

Not only was Chaotian Xiang dumbfounded, even the aloof girl froze, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief. After all, she was already sixteen, with a perfectly developed figure—curvy and proud—but in front of this handsome boy, she felt like nothing.

It felt like he was the real freak here: