Ning Rongrong's legs were made for playing with!

When Tang San tried to get off the stretcher,

Everyone was terrified.

"Little San, what are you doing?" Yu Xiaogang scolded angrily.

After Tang San steadied himself,

The pain forced him to hold his waist with both hands.

"Teacher, please let me compete."

Last time,

Tang San had been just as stubborn when the Shrek Team faced Blazing Fire Academy.

In the end, his condition had worsened.

This time,

Yu Xiaogang said coldly, "Release your Martial Soul. If you can bring it out, I'll let you compete."

Tang San was stubborn.

Yu Xiaogang knew he couldn't talk him out of it, so he decided to start with the facts.

Tang San focused his thoughts and circulated his Soul Power to his right hand.

With great difficulty, a strand of Blue Silver Grass poked out.

That was right.

It had only poked its head out.

Pfft!

Tang San strained himself too hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Xiaogang's heart ached, but his face remained cold. "You can't even release your Martial Soul. How can you compete?"

Tang San had no answer to that.

He wanted to go onstage. He really, truly wanted to.

But the pain in his waist tormented him, leaving him with no strength to fight.

"Tai Long, keep filling in for Tang San. Everyone, go out and compete."

And so,

The members of the Shrek Team headed toward the Soul Fighting stage.

"Rongrong... What's wrong?"

Oscar stopped in his tracks, suddenly noticing that Ning Rongrong was standing still.

"I..."

"Grandmaster, Oscar, my legs... I don't know why, but both my legs are numb and stiff. I can't move."

This...

Shrek's teachers and students were shaken to the core.

Tang San's inability to compete had already left them feeling terrible.

They hadn't expected something to go wrong with Ning Rongrong too.

"Rongrong, what happened?" Oscar hurried over and asked with concern.

Ning Rongrong bent down and touched her two fair legs. They felt icy cold.

"Could... could I be sick too?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Ning Rongrong,

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo appeared.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi had been counting on his daughter to bring glory to the sect with her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda once she took the stage.

"Dad, both my legs are stiff and numb. I'm afraid I can't compete."

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

He immediately summoned his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and began boosting Ning Rongrong.

The next moment,

Ning Fengzhi froze too.

Damn it!

Why have my legs gone stiff too?

"Fengzhi!" Sword Douluo saw that something was wrong and immediately summoned a Healing System Soul Master from the sect to examine them.

After examining them,

The Healing System Soul Master shook his head helplessly.

"A strange illness!"

"It truly is a strange illness. I'm incompetent; I don't have the ability to treat the sect master and young miss."

As time passed,

The Spirit Hall Team grew impatient.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"If you're not, then hurry up and admit defeat. You've been dragging your feet and haven't come up after all this time. Are you afraid?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both hot-blooded young men.

They immediately responded with cold faces.

"Who said we were afraid of you?"

"Something came up at the last minute. Can't you wait a little?"

Just then,

Bibi Dong spoke.

"Elder Yu, do you think this match still needs to continue?"

Yu Xiaogang could tell.

Shrek Academy really was in the wrong for stalling.

"Of course the match will go on. Mubai, take the stage. Jiang Zhu, fill in for Rongrong."

And so,

The Shrek Team stepped onto the arena.

"Fengzhi, Rongrong, I've heard that Cao Mengde of Rejuvenation Hall is a skilled physician. Let me take you there for treatment."

Having said that,

Chen Xin looked at Tang San as well.

"Little San, I'll also sound Cao Mengde out and try to get him to treat you."

After all,

Tang San had supplied the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Hidden Weapons and could be considered their friend.

Chen Xin was willing to lend a hand.

"Grandpa Sword, let's wait a little longer."

"I want to watch the match first."

Since joining Shrek Academy,

Ning Rongrong had grown attached to her companions.

She had to know the result.

Of course,

The same was true of Tang San. He placed great importance on this match.

Even with Tai Long and Jiang Zhu taking his and Ning Rongrong's places, he still hoped the Shrek Team would win the championship.

"Brothers, release your Martial Souls."

As soon as Dai Mubai's voice fell,

A red mist spread rapidly, engulfing the entire arena.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena activated their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

They charged into the opposing team's ranks too fast for anyone to cover their ears at the sound of thunder.

At that moment,

Tang San didn't dare look away for an instant. His hands were clenched tight, cold sweat beading on them.

Boss Dai.

Please.

You have to defeat the Spirit Hall Team and win the championship.

Boom!

A tremendous crash came from the arena.

Seven figures flew out of the red mist one after another and tumbled off the stage.

They were the seven members of the Shrek Team.

This...

The match had only just begun. The spectators hadn't even recovered their bearings before they were left dumbfounded.

A moment later,

The entire venue erupted in an uproar.

"Not even two and a half minutes into the fight, and all the Shrek members have been thrown off the stage?"

"Is Shrek really that weak? I heard they were a team that fought their way up through the Heaven Dou Empire. That shows just how lousy the Heaven Dou Empire's overall strength is."

"I said it long ago. The championship belongs to Spirit Hall."

"My goddess Nana! Nana! Nana..."

Cheers rang out.

Tang San's face darkened.

Cao Mengde.

You bastard.

If not for you, I would definitely have won the championship once I competed. How could Shrek have suffered such a crushing defeat?

Tang San buried this hatred deep in his heart.

He laid the blame on Cao Mengde.

"Fengzhi, Rongrong, this was the expected result. Let me take you for treatment."

Sword Douluo's figure flashed.

With one in each hand, he carried Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong out of Spirit Hall.

"Are you Cao Mengde?"

Sword Douluo arrived at Rejuvenation Hall and asked the young physician sitting there.

"I am."

Cao Mengde had been certain that someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would show up. He had long since quickly treated the patients lined up that day and was waiting to receive Ning Fengzhi and his daughter.

"I am Chen Xin. Fengzhi and Rongrong have developed a problem with their legs. Sorry to trouble you, but please take a look."

Sword Douluo was very polite.

He was nothing like the overbearing Tang Hao.

"So you're Sect Master Ning and the eldest young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Let me take a look."

Cao Mengde rose with an affected air and looked at the two patients.

But his gaze stayed fixed on Ning Rongrong.

Those legs.

I really could play with them for years.

This was Cao Mengde's second reason for placing a gu on Ning Rongrong: he intended to give those jade legs of hers some care.

"One look. One look was all I needed to see what was going on."

"As support-type Soul Masters, members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have weaker constitutions and are prone to illness."

"Put Sect Master Ning on the bed in the main hall, then bring Ning Rongrong into the examination room. I'll treat the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eldest young miss first."

Sword Douluo didn't hesitate.

He knew nothing about the Healing System, so he could only do as he was told.

After Cao Mengde entered the examination room,

"Senior Sword Douluo, sorry to trouble you, but please go outside and look after Sect Master Ning first. This involves the secrets of my medical techniques, so I can't reveal them."

Sword Douluo didn't think much of it.

After all, he wasn't Cao Mengde's disciple.

How could he secretly learn from him?

"All right. Rongrong, be good and let him treat you."

"Mm."

After Sword Douluo left,

Cao Mengde shut the examination room door tightly.

He turned to look at Ning Rongrong on the bed.

Her long, slender, beautiful legs were translucent and straight, extending from beneath her pale blue short skirt.

Weren't those the perfect "airplane legs"?

"You big pervert, what are you looking at?"

"I'll have Grandpa Sword gouge your eyes out."