Why Do You Think Rongrong Is a Support System Soul Master?

"Thank goodness Rongrong is all right, and that senior took Tang Hao away. Otherwise..."

A fierce light flared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he could not help speaking.

"Fengzhi, calm down for now. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never let him off the hook for this."

Watching Ning Fengzhi grow increasingly furious, Sword Douluo Chen Xin could not help speaking up, though his own expression was no better.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, aside from Ning Fengzhi, didn't he and Cheap Bones both dote on Rongrong more than anyone?

Their cultivation might be far below Clear Sky Douluo's, but even if they had to stake their lives, they would make him pay the price he deserved.

"Uncle Jian, the guard said that the Martial Soul of that esteemed one from Spirit Hall was a giant golden crocodile, and that he also had a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Do you know who he is?"

Ning Fengzhi's emotions gradually settled, and a look of wonder appeared on his face. Spirit Hall's foundation, accumulated over thousands of years, was indeed terrifying. It even had a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

"With a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, I would have thought it was the old Pope, Spirit Hall's strongest fighter, who reached the level of Peerless Douluo. But a giant golden crocodile..."

Chen Xin's expression froze. He had never heard of any current elder of Spirit Hall with that Martial Soul.

He was over seventy himself, so he should have heard of him, unless that man was far more senior than he was...

Could it be...

His gaze sharpened as he recalled his father. When he was a young boy just learning to wield a sword, his father had mentioned that among Spirit Hall's powerful worshippers was an expert who had been famous for many years, known as Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Could it be him!

"If I'm right, Tang Hao has really kicked an iron plate this time. The Golden Crocodile Douluo he provoked was already above level ninety-five when I was a child."

"By now, he may be second only to the legendary Peerless Douluos. And if Tang Chen and the old Pope have fallen..."

"Then he is the number one person in the world."

Chen Xin took a deep breath as he spoke. When his father, Chen Jianjun, had told him about Spirit Hall's experts, he had not yet reached the Titled Douluo realm himself; he was merely a Soul Douluo.

It was no problem for a top Titled Douluo to live for several hundred years, and that senior was now over two hundred. Even if his cultivation had not reached the Peerless realm, Tang Hao was certainly no match for him.

"..."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were full of apprehension. Golden Crocodile Douluo had been a Titled Douluo when Uncle Jian was a child, and was second only to the number one person in the sky and the number one person on land. He was actually that terrifying.

This was more than kicking an iron plate. Tang Hao had kicked it so hard he had broken his own leg! It was a miracle he had not been executed on the spot.

And as for the use Golden Crocodile Douluo had for Tang Hao...

A cold light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. The Clear Sky Sect certainly would not have an easy time in the future.

"Fengzhi, I'll call Cheap Bones over to you now. While Rongrong is in Suotuo City, he can guard you, and I'll go protect her."

Chen Xin's expression turned serious as he spoke.

Relying on Soul Saint and Soul Emperor guards alone to protect Rongrong was clearly still too unsafe. The outside world was far too dangerous.

This time, Spirit Hall had assigned an old senior powerful enough to beat him down with one hand to protect its Son. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should not be too stingy in protecting Rongrong either.

"Hm? Uncle Jian..."

"All right!"

Ning Fengzhi was taken aback, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he immediately nodded. He really did not want what had happened this time to happen again.

Rongrong was the hope of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He did not want anything else to happen to her.

"Good, then I'll be off."

"I'll call Cheap Bones over to you first."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin smiled as he left the council hall, a curious glint flashing in his eyes.

After telling Gu Rong to go see Ning Fengzhi, he headed for Suotuo City in an instant, as though afraid someone would snatch the chance away from him.

Not long afterward, however, an angry roar from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's council hall rang throughout the entire sect.

"Chen Xin! You bastard—"

"I want to go protect Rongrong too!"

"..."

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.

"Ah-choo!"

Unaware that someone was talking about her, Ning Rongrong sneezed, a look of bewilderment crossing her face.

Is Grandpa Jian or Dad thinking about me?

"Hm? Rongrong, did you finish your lesson?"

In the girls' dormitory, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who had been cultivating, were both taken aback to see her return so soon. They looked at her in puzzlement.

"Actually, no. I sneaked back."

Ning Rongrong giggled and quickly shook her head.

"But I came back because I didn't think much of the lesson, so I decided not to carry on with it for now."

"Hm?"

"Tell us more."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at her curiously.

"Yeah, what kind of lesson was it? And Rongrong, Shrek Academy does have classrooms, right? Otherwise there wouldn't be anywhere to have lessons."

Xiao Wu's lively eyes were also full of puzzlement.

"There was no going somewhere else for a lesson. We didn't go anywhere else at all. He told me to run twenty laps around the village, and it's pretty big..."

"I ran ten laps this morning and used up quite a bit of Soul Power. The remaining ten would probably have taken me until evening."

"Of course, I didn't think there was much point to it."

Ning Rongrong sighed and spoke slowly.

"You mean Flender sent you off to run?"

Zhu Zhuqing's expression froze, and she could not help asking.

"And..."

"You actually ran ten laps?"

Xiao Wu also struggled to keep her expression under control. Was this the legendary case of one person daring to say it and another actually daring to do it?

What kind of lesson was that supposed to be!

"Ah..."

"I did run them."

Looking at their bewildered expressions, Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment. It seemed she should not have run. Why were both her sisters treating her like an idiot?!

"What he said at the beginning actually sounded pretty reasonable, so I believed some of it..."

Ning Rongrong blinked and spoke with a guilty conscience.

She went on to tell them what Flender had said earlier, about increasing her speed until she surpassed combat Soul Masters and so on.

But the more she said, the more hesitant the other two looked, and even she began to feel there was a serious problem with it.

"Rongrong, this Flender really isn't reliable."

"How can that be a lesson?!"

Beside them, Zhu Zhuqing fell silent, her expression cool.

As for whether running helped improve physical fitness, she figured it certainly did, but not by much. Otherwise, every Soul Master on Douluo Continent would be running.

Leaving that aside, Flender's suggestion that Rongrong should increase her speed until she surpassed combat Soul Masters left her at a loss.

"Exactly. If you really could run that fast, you'd go be an Agility Attack System Soul Master like us."

"A Support System Soul Master running very fast is unlikely to begin with. Why doesn't he just say the best way to protect yourself is to defeat your enemies?"

Xiao Wu spread her hands helplessly, having learned to draw inferences from one example.

They might as well stop making Rongrong run. By his logic, running fast meant victory, so being able to win a fight would be even better!

Why did he think Rongrong was a Support System Soul Master?

"..."

P.S. This chapter and the next were originally one chapter, but it was over 6,000 characters and a bit long, so I split it up. It doesn't seem to have worked out that well, though T﹏T