Glazed Pure Light Armor!
19: Chapter 19: Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
Glazed Pure Light Armor!
Chapter 19: Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
Glazed Pure Light Armor!
Ning Rongrong was even more satisfied by this result.
But she wasn’t about to let things end there.
Her gaze passed over Tang San and landed on the bed behind him.
That sickly tiger, Dai Mubai, was lying there with his eyes tightly shut and his breathing steady, looking completely unconscious.
With all that noise, there was no way he hadn’t woken up.
He was obviously pretending to be unconscious.
He had abandoned his fiancée.
And he still expected to live comfortably?
“And you.” Ning Rongrong’s voice turned cold.
“Get up.” Dai Mubai didn’t move.
Ning Rongrong strode over and kicked the edge of the bed.
The entire bed suddenly tilted.
Dai Mubai tumbled onto the floor with the blanket, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He pushed himself up from the ground, covered in dirt and looking utterly miserable.
Anger and fear flashed in his eyes, but humiliation was the strongest of them all.
His voice was low.
“What exactly do you want?
Don’t think I’m afraid of you!
If it weren’t for him…” Dai Mubai’s gaze instinctively drifted toward Ning Que.
Ning Que shifted slightly on Ning Rongrong’s back, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.
That tiny movement was enough to make Dai Mubai swallow the rest of his sentence.
“I said apologize.” Ning Rongrong turned sideways, revealing Zhu Zhuqing completely to Dai Mubai.
“Not to me.
To her.” Zhu Zhuqing froze slightly.
She hadn’t expected Ning Rongrong to make Dai Mubai apologize to her.
Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing, his expression changing repeatedly.
He could endure apologizing to Ning Rongrong because he genuinely couldn’t defeat that golden-haired boy.
But apologize to Zhu Zhuqing?
She was his fiancée.
According to the rules, she was supposed to assist him and stand on his side—not to bring outsiders here to force him to lower his head!
“You…” He gritted his teeth.
“Don’t push it too far.” Ning Rongrong didn’t bother wasting words on him.
She glared at him.
“You want another beating?” Remembering what had happened yesterday, a chill ran down Dai Mubai’s spine.
“…I’m sorry.” He immediately lowered his head.
“Zhu Zhuqing, what happened before was all my fault.” Zhu Zhuqing looked at his miserable appearance without the slightest expression on her face.
If anything, her heart sank even further.
Weak…
Ning Rongrong watched Dai Mubai lower his head and admit defeat.
The corners of her mouth had just begun to rise, and she was preparing to add a few more humiliating remarks when— A hurried series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside.
“What are you doing?!” Three figures appeared in the doorway.
Flender was at the front, with Zhao Wuji and Li Yusong following on either side.
Flender took one look at the scene inside and immediately frowned.
He turned his sharp gaze toward Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong looked back at him.
She didn’t know Flender, but she knew Zhao Wuji, the bear who had been kicked flying by Ning Que yesterday.
If someone could walk ahead of Zhao Wuji, who else could it be but the dean?
She raised her chin.
“You’re the dean?
Doesn’t look like much.” The instant Dai Mubai saw Flender, hope ignited in his heart.
He hurriedly got up from the floor.
“Dean!
She’s bullying us with her power!
She’s bullying the people of Shrek Academy!” Flender’s eyebrows twitched.
This was exactly what he had been waiting for.
He had been worrying about finding a reason to keep these three people here.
Now the reason had delivered itself to his doorstep.
He looked at Ning Rongrong, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.
The pressure of a Soul Saint was released without reservation, causing the air in the room to sink.
“I’ll ask you again.
What are you doing here?!” Ning Rongrong wasn’t frightened in the slightest.
She immediately shot back, “So what?
He did something wrong.
Shouldn’t he apologize?
As the dean, are you trying to defend someone who made a mistake?” “You—!” Flender was met head-on by her aggressive retort.
His pressure was completely useless against this girl.
There wasn’t even the slightest trace of nervousness on her face.
Just as the letter had described.
The young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and that boy on her back were exactly as expected.
One was arrogant.
The other was lazy.
But now that they had come here, there was no way he intended to let them leave!
Even if he had to tie them up, he was going to tie them to Shrek!
Get them on board first and sort out the ticket later!
Besides, they had already passed the tests yesterday.
He had every justification on his side!
“Whatever happened, the matter ended after yesterday’s battle.
You came here today to provoke us.
Unless you give me a reason, you absolutely won’t be leaving Shrek Academy today!” Flender’s voice sank.
His Soul Saint-level soul power rolled through the entire room with his words.
“Those are my words.
Flender’s words!” Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, wild joy flashing in his eyes.
Tang San was still maintaining his bow, but beneath his lowered eyes, a glimmer of hope for revenge ignited.
Ning Rongrong didn’t even blink.
“You?” A disdainful snort escaped her nose.
She lazily swept her gaze over Flender, then over Zhao Wuji behind him, before curling her lips.
“Zhuqing, we’re leaving.” “I’d like to see who dares stop us.” She turned and walked away.
Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind.
Ning Rongrong had genuine confidence when she said those words.
Because after Flender had said that, she could already sense that Ning Que had awakened.
As long as she was threatened in any way, Ning Que would protect her.
A mere Soul Saint!
Flender’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He hadn’t expected her to be this unyielding, not giving him even the slightest room to back down.
He was the dignified dean of Shrek Academy, a Soul Saint-level powerhouse.
Yet in front of several students, he had been treated as though he were invisible?
As expected of the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
But opportunities were meant to be seized…
“Stop!” Flender suddenly attacked.
His five fingers curled like claws as he reached straight for Ning Rongrong’s shoulder.
The attack looked fierce, but he had no intention of hurting her.
He wouldn’t dare actually injure the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
“Flender, watch out!” Zhao Wuji’s warning suddenly rang out.
But it was too late.
A light suddenly ignited from Ning Rongrong’s shoulder.
In that instant, Flender’s pupils were completely swallowed by white light.
His entire field of vision became a blinding sea of white!
Before his hand could even reach her— A solid kick slammed into his chest.
“Bang—!” Flender was sent flying backward!
The moment Flender made his move, Zhao Wuji didn’t hesitate.
His martial soul possessed his body.
The phantom of the Vigorous Vajra Bear roared behind him as his muscles swelled violently, tearing his clothes apart.
His third soul ring lit up at the same time.
His hands were wrapped in surging soul power as he reached toward Ning Que on Ning Rongrong’s back.
He was clearly serious now!
He wanted to restrain Ning Que as quickly as possible.
And if that weren’t possible, he would at least seize the boy’s weakness!
With a Soul Saint personally making a move, there was no longer any reason for Ning Que and Ning Rongrong to hide their strength.
“Martial Soul Fusion Skill!” Ning Rongrong’s voice rang out from within the silver radiance, filled with undisguised pride.
Her fingers interlocked with Ning Que’s.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda emerged within the light.
Seven-colored glazed radiance intertwined with the silver pillar of light, fusing together as a brilliant beam shot into the sky from their clasped hands.
It pierced through the roof and broke through the clouds!
Within the dazzling pillar of light— The silhouettes of two figures were gradually redrawn.
They merged into one.
Seven-colored glazed radiance spread across the fused form.
It condensed into a suit of armor shimmering with flowing light, each glazed plate fitting seamlessly against the skin as though it were alive.
Seven colors formed the garment.
Glazed light formed the bones!
Every piece of armor reflected a different hue.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.
The seven colors intertwined without appearing chaotic.
Instead, they formed an almost sacred harmony.
The armor covered the face.
The hairs were coated in a layer of glazed radiance, while a faint seven-colored glow shone through the visor.
The armor wasn’t bulky.
Instead, it perfectly conformed to the fused body’s figure, accentuating every line.
From a distance, it looked like a divine warrior of light who had stepped straight out of an ancient myth.
“Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Glazed Pure Light Armor!”