Dai Mubai’s voice pulled Ning Rongrong’s attention back.
The middle-aged man dozing in the chair opened his eyes and swept a glance over the four of them.
He wasn’t tall, but his shoulders were as broad as city walls, his muscles forged like steel.
Ning Rongrong’s gaze lingered on him for a moment.
Strong.
Extremely strong.
“All four of you exceed level twenty-five, not bad, not bad.” Zhao Wuji stood up from the chair, flexing his wrists, a series of cracking sounds erupting from his joints.
“This is my final test.
The four of you work together to withstand my attacks for the time it takes one incense stick to burn.
As long as one person lasts until the end, you pass.”
Dai Mubai’s expression shifted slightly.
“Teacher Zhao, isn’t this a bit much?”
“What’s the problem?
The dean isn’t here, I’m in charge.” Zhao Wuji had already produced an incense stick, rubbing his fingers over the tip to light it.
“You have the time it takes this incense to burn to discuss.
Xiao Bai, tell them about my strength.”
He inserted the incense into the ground.
Dai Mubai pulled the four aside, his expression grave.
“Teacher Zhao’s Martial Soul is the Great Strength Diamond Bear, a level seventy-six Soul Saint.
He has no weaknesses, terrifying defense, and extreme attack power.
At the academy, he’s nicknamed the Immovable Bright King.”
Xiao Wu gasped, “Level seventy-six?”
Tang San’s pupils also contracted slightly.
Ning Rongrong, however, didn’t react too strongly.
She tilted her head, quickly digesting this information.
Level seventy-six Soul Saint.
Soul Ring configuration: two yellow, two purple, three black.
All three ten-thousand-year Soul Rings are for attack and defense.
Much weaker than her Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, not even a Soul Douluo.
But this reminded her—she still didn’t know what level her swindler master’s Soul Power was…
She’d have to find a chance to ask later.
“First, get to know each other, state your abilities, and see how to coordinate,” Dai Mubai urged.
Tang San spoke first: “Tang San, Tool Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, twenty-ninth level Control System Spirit Master.”
Xiao Wu followed immediately: “Xiao Wu, Beast Martial Soul rabbit, twenty-ninth level Power Attack System Spirit Master.”
Zhu Zhuqing coldly uttered a few words: “Zhu Zhuqing, Beast Martial Soul Hell Civet, twenty-seventh level Agility Attack System Spirit Master.”
Three pairs of eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong smiled slightly, her voice gentle.
“Ning Rongrong, Tool Martial Soul Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, twenty-sixth level Support System Tool Spirit Master.”
She paused.
The expected shock appeared in the four gazes.
Tang San spoke first: “Your Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?
Then you’re from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?”
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue.
“Don’t stare, I’m no different from ordinary people.
She changed her tone, lowering her voice.
“My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda’s two Soul Rings can enhance everyone’s strength and speed, about a thirty percent increase.
It can last for the time of one incense stick without issue.”
Here, her eyes curved, taking on a mysterious glint.
“Also, this young lady has an additional ability.”
Three pairs of eyes stared at her.
“What it is isn’t convenient to say for now.” Ning Rongrong waved a finger in front of her lips.
“But rest assured, although I’m Support System, I have some self-protection methods.
At critical moments, I can also provide some control and attack support.”
She looked at their somewhat hesitant expressions and added another sentence.
“So you don’t need to deliberately protect me.
Just fight freely.”
Tang San looked at her for two seconds and nodded.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had profound heritage; it wasn’t strange for them to have secret sect techniques for self-preservation.
Since they had just met, there was no reason to pry further.
“Alright.” Tang San quickly adjusted the plan.
“Then let’s change the tactics.
Ning Rongrong will be responsible for support and enhancement, while also judging the timing for disruptive assistance on her own.
Xiao Wu will be the main attacker, I’ll handle control and restraint, and Zhu Zhuqing will provide flanking harassment.”
Everyone nodded.
On the other side of the field.
“Boss Dai, among these new students, there are actually three girls, and they’re all so beautiful.”
Oscar had somehow sidled up next to Dai Mubai, his peach-blossom eyes practically glowing as his gaze swept back and forth across the three girls on the field.
“That Xiao Wu with the scorpion braid is both cute and wild.
She must look amazing when she fights.”
His gaze shifted to Ning Rongrong.
“This short-haired Ning Rongrong is gentle, intellectual, and the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Tsk tsk, what presence.”
His eyes moved again.
“And that Zhu Zhuqing, so icy, but her figure is really—”
Thump!
A heavy fist landed on the back of Oscar’s head.
“Ow!” Oscar crouched down, clutching his head and wailing.
Dai Mubai retracted his fist, his heterochromatic eyes full of warning.
“Zhu Zhuqing is mine.
Don’t get any funny ideas.”
Oscar was so aggrieved he was almost in tears, protesting weakly, “I didn’t know, Boss Dai.
You didn’t tell me beforehand.”
He rubbed the back of his head and stood up, his peach-blossom eyes darting around a few times.
He quickly deduced the situation by analyzing the positions on the field.
Hmm, taken.
That left only Ning Rongrong.
Oscar puffed out his chest and declared confidently to Dai Mubai, “Boss Dai, I’m going to win over that Ning Rongrong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
You already have Zhu Zhuqing, so don’t compete with me.”
Dai Mubai gave him a sidelong glance.
“Fine, suit yourself.”
His heterochromatic eyes returned to the field.
Zhao Wuji had already stood up.
“Finished discussing?” Zhao Wuji’s booming voice came over.
The stick of incense had already burned to its end.
“We can begin,” Tang San replied on behalf of the group.
Zhao Wuji lit another stick of incense and inserted it into the ground.
Ning Rongrong took action first.
“Seven Treasures shine, the Glazed Tile emerges.”
Her body gracefully spun once, and seven-colored light radiated from within her.
A foot-tall, seven-colored treasure pagoda appeared in the palm of her right hand, while two yellow Soul Rings rose from her feet.
“Seven Treasures have their names.
The first is: Strength.”
Three beams of colored light shot out, enveloping Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing respectively.
“Seven Treasures have their names.
The second is: Speed.”
Three more beams of colored light were released.
With both strength and speed increased by thirty percent, Tang San immediately felt the Soul Power within his body surge like boiling water, and his body felt significantly lighter.
What powerful support effects.
Zhao Wuji also noticed Ning Rongrong at the first moment.
“Well, well, from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,” he muttered under his breath, a smile appearing on his face.
Then he moved.
Not towards Tang San and the other two, but instead, he half-crouched and simultaneously slammed both fists into the ground.
An area-of-effect attack.
His target was clear.
First, disrupt the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
“Not good!” Tang San exclaimed in a low voice.
The Blue Silver Grass swiftly shot out, wrapping around Xiao Wu’s waist and pulling her into the air.
Zhu Zhuqing darted out from the side, skimming past the ground tremor.
And Ning Rongrong.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ground beneath her feet suddenly shimmered with an extremely faint light.
In the next moment, her body vanished into thin air.
Not dodging.
Vanishing.
With a soft “whoosh,” Ning Rongrong’s figure reappeared five meters away, landing steadily.
Zhao Wuji’s seismic wave swept through the spot where she had originally stood, stirring up a cloud of dust, yet she remained completely unharmed.
Outside the arena, Dai Mubai’s eyes widened in shock.
Oscar’s mouth hung open in an O shape.