Ning Rongrong Refuses to Accept Defeat, Gu Rong Makes His Move

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Training Grounds.

"Bang!"

Ning Rongrong slammed her fist into the wooden stake, but the stake didn't budge, while her fist went numb with pain.

"I'm no worse than that bastard!"

"So what if he's a seven-year-old Soul Ancestor? What's so special about him!"

She kicked the wooden stake again, but it didn't budge. Instead, she injured her toe, which made her wince in pain.

"What do you mean, even the strongest support-type Martial Soul is just a stepping stone for others... What the hell? It's like you're saying support-type Soul Masters are inferior!"

The more she thought about it, the more wronged and angry she felt.

Yesterday, Lin Chen completely dominated and humiliated her, not even wrinkling the hem of his clothes. In the end, he left her speechless with just one sentence. In her entire life, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"No way, I can't swallow this! I refuse to admit that bastard is better than me!"

Ning Rongrong stomped her foot angrily, then turned and ran towards the back mountain of the sect. There was a luxurious, independent courtyard on the back mountain, which was the residence of the Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

She ran to the Courtyard Gate, pushed it open without knocking, and rushed in, shouting, "Grandpa Bone!"

In the courtyard, a thin old man was lying in a rocking chair, basking in the sun. His hair was sparse and his face was covered with wrinkles, making him look like an ordinary old man.

But the occasional glint of shrewdness in his half-closed eyes was enough to chill any Soul Master to the bone.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, is a level 95 Titled Douluo.

"Oh, Rongrong's here." Gu Rong opened her eyes, looked at her with a smile, and asked, "What's wrong? Your face is all puffed up. Who's upset you this time?"

"That Lin Chen from Heaven Dou City!" Ning Rongrong plopped down on a stone bench next to the Gu Rong, her face full of grievance as she recounted what had happened yesterday. "He thinks he's so great for bullying a support-type Soul Master like me just because he's stronger? If he's so capable, let him fight Grandpa Bone!"

After listening, Gu Rong smiled helplessly, "Girl, he's just a Soul Ancestor, and you want me to fight him? Isn't that bullying him?"

"Then just fight him with the same Soul Power Level!" Ning Rongrong tugged at Gu Rong's sleeve and shook it back and forth. "Grandpa Gu, please help me! He made me sound so terrible, I can't swallow this."

Gu Rong originally intended to refuse, but upon hearing the name "Lin Chen" and recalling Ning Fengzhi's evaluation of the young man, she suddenly felt a surge of curiosity.

"Alright then." Gu Rong slowly stood up from the rocking chair, his face full of kindness, and said, "I'll go with you and see if that kid is really as arrogant as you say."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, Shi Xing: "Thank you, Grandpa Bone!"

Guest Courtyard.

Lin Chen was meditating in the courtyard when he heard hurried footsteps Courtyard Gate, and then the gate was pushed open.

Ning Rongrong stood at the door, hands on her hips, her face radiating confidence.

Behind her followed a gaunt old man, dressed in a drab old robe, who looked unremarkable.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, glanced at Ning Rongrong, then at the old man behind her, and sighed, "Have you thought this through? Or are you here to cause trouble...?"

"I won't accept this!" Ning Rongrong interrupted him directly, "You're bullying a support-type Soul Master like me, even if you win, it's not honorable!"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and asked helplessly, "So, what are you trying to say?"

"So I'm going to make Grandpa Bone fight you!" Ning Rongrong pulled Gu Rong forward from behind her and said fiercely, "If you can beat Grandpa Bone, I'll completely submit to you!"

Lin Chen glanced at Gu Rong, sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from him, which was even stronger than that of Dugu Bo.

He glanced at Ning Rongrong again, and couldn't help but wonder if she had something wrong with her head.

"I'm not as stupid as you think." Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Where do you get the nerve to ask me to fight a Titled Douluo one-on-one?"

Gu Rong, who had been smiling, frowned slightly upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "This kid's got a tough tongue."

"I won't take advantage of you." Gu Rong stepped forward, his withered figure stopping in front of Lin Chen, and calmly said, "I'll only use Soul Power of the same level as yours, and my Soul Rings are only at the fourth level. How about that? That should be fair, right?"

Lin Chen glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "I'm still not going to fight."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately asked anxiously, "Why?"

"Why should I fight?" Lin Chen asked speechlessly. "Your father asked me to help you fight. If I win, it will be a favor to Sect Master Ning, and I will also gain something from it."

"But if I win against this senior, I won't benefit at all; if I lose, I'll lose face. What's the point?"

"You!" Ning Rongrong was speechless after Lin Chen's words, unable to utter a single rebuttal for a long time.

Gu Rong stared at Lin Chen for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"If you can defeat me, I'll grant you any request," Gu Rong said casually. "Any request is fine, as long as it doesn't violate my principles. You can do whatever you want with me."

Just as Lin Chen was about to refuse, Dugu Bo's voice came from behind him.

"Say yes."

Lin Chen turned around and saw that Dugu Bo was standing at the door of the room at some point, holding a wine pot in his hand, with no expression on his face.

Lin Chen asked somewhat helplessly, "Senior Dugu, I don't think we need to agree, do we?"

"Fine, I'll agree then." Dugu Bo took a swig of wine and said casually, "Opportunities to fight against Titled Douluo at the same level are rare. Or are you chickening out, kid?"

Lin Chen stared helplessly at Dugu Bo for two seconds, then at Gu Rong, and finally at Ning Rongrong, whose face was full of expectation. He sighed in resignation, "Fine, I agree."

Ning Rongrong immediately cheered, "Go, Grandpa Bone!"

Gu Rong ignored her, and just looked at Lin Chen with a smile, saying, "Kid, let's go outside. This old man's bones can't take a fight in the yard."

Behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lies a vast, open grassland.

Gu Rong stood on one side of the grass, her hands behind her back, her gray robe fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze.

Lin Chen stood on the other side, his Ultimate Armor already in place. The silver-white armor plates gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and two silver wings unfolded behind him.

Dugu Bo and Ning Rongrong stood at a distance watching the battle. Ning Rongrong clenched her fists, her face full of tension.

Dugu Bo leaned against a tree, holding a wine pot, as if watching an ordinary sparring match.

Gu Rong glanced at Lin Chen's movements and calmly asked, "Are you ready?"

Lin Chen flexed his wrists, and the Soul Rings beneath his feet rose up. "Let's begin."

Four Soul Rings rose from beneath Gu Rong's feet, yellow and purple, their Soul Power suppressed to the level of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. He stretched out a hand, his withered fingers beckoning to Lin Chen in a provocative manner.

"Come on, let me see what you're really made of."