Seven Treasures Turn Forth, Glazed Tiles Appear!

At Flender's words, before anyone else present could react, a girl's clear voice, brimming with anger, suddenly rang out.

Ning Rongrong bristled at once and was the first to object. Pointing a slender finger straight at Flender, she began cursing him.

"Flender, what the fuck do you mean? Are you picking on my Xiao Zui? What the hell are you playing at?"

"If you can't stand my Xiao Zui, just say so! I'll take him straight back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and call Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone over to settle this! What the fuck kind of bet are you making?"

It was no wonder Ning Rongrong was so angry. After all, she had personally experienced yesterday's battle.

Tang San's bizarre Hidden Weapons in particular had even made Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, suffer at his hands.

Flender knew perfectly well how formidable Tang San's Hidden Weapons were, yet he still wanted Xiao Zui to fight them. Wasn't he plainly putting Xiao Zui at a disadvantage?

If Xiao Zui got hurt, Ning Rongrong would definitely have her two grandpas tear this school down.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Flender couldn't catch his breath and nearly passed out from anger.

"You... you... filthy language, disrespecting your elders! How utterly outrageous!"

Flender pointed at Ning Rongrong, unable to get a complete sentence out.

This was already the third time he had lost his composure today.

What kind of little demons were this year's students? Ning Rongrong looked harmless to humans and animals alike, yet her attacks were so fierce.

In more than a decade of teaching, this was the first time he had seen such an outrageous student.

He had thought the unruly, sharp-tongued Su Zui and the deeply calculating Tang San were already difficult enough to teach.

But he had never imagined that Ning Rongrong would be every bit their match.

Even Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others stared at Rongrong in surprise.

Tang San's gaze flickered, his eyes full of astonishment.

A ripple of emotion crossed Zhu Zhuqing's usually cool features. So this was another way to curse someone out?

Xiao Wu's eyes widened even further in surprise.

She had spent all of last night in the same dormitory as Ning Rongrong, and after spending time with her, she had found her gentle and sweet-natured.

She had never imagined that the seemingly docile Ning Rongrong had this side to her.

After briefly losing his composure, Flender suppressed the anger in his heart.

Flender simply pretended he hadn't heard Ning Rongrong's words.

After all, only one Titled Douluo stood behind Tang San, while two stood behind Ning Rongrong!

If the Sword and Bone Douluos really came to Shrek Academy together to make trouble, the academy might as well close its doors and disband on the spot.

How was this taking in students? He had clearly brought back three ancestors to worship.

Behind Su Zui, Ning Rongrong, and Tang San alone stood three Titled Douluos.

Unless something unexpected happened, Ning Rongrong would be the future sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Su Zui would be its future guardian elder, and Tang San would naturally be the next Clear Sky Douluo.

He couldn't afford to offend them. He really couldn't!

Su Zui naturally saw that Flender had nearly been angered to death and hurried over to smooth things over.

"Oh, Dean Flender, please calm down. My Rongrong is still young, and children speak without restraint. If you want to reprimand her, go right ahead. I won't stop you."

Flender looked at Su Zui, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Wait, you said I could reprimand her if I wanted, so why did you suddenly draw your sword? You're guarding against me that much?

After "soothing" Flender, Su Zui walked over to Ning Rongrong and gently patted the little girl's head.

"Rongrong, how can you talk to the dean like that? It's wrong to use foul language. Go on, apologize to him."

Ning Rongrong puffed out her little cheeks and let out a soft, breathy huff. "Hmph ╯^╰~"

"Oh, Rongrong, listen to me. Apologize to the dean first."

Though Ning Rongrong was willful, Su Zui alone could make her obey his every word. He bowed slightly in Flender's direction and said softly, "I'm sorry."

If Ning Fengzhi had been here, he would definitely have been astonished.

After all, his Rongrong was a little demon through and through, yet she could actually behave and listen!

Flender couldn't help giving Su Zui a long look. It seemed this boy wasn't as lawless as he had thought; he was also a good child who respected his teachers and honored their teachings.

Watching the pair's intimate interaction, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others silently exchanged glances, feeling as though they had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food.

Su Zui stroked Ning Rongrong's hair and asked, still somewhat puzzled, "Rongrong, why did you get so worked up just now? Was it because of my bet with Dean Flender?"

Ning Rongrong nodded and turned her gaze to Tang San.

"I was just worried you'd get hurt."

Ning Rongrong continued, "Tang San has lots of strange Hidden Weapons. Even Teacher Zhao Wuji was injured by him yesterday. If he uses them on you, you'll definitely get hurt."

Only after hearing Ning Rongrong's words did everyone understand why she had been so worked up.

Flender gave Tang San a serious look. "Xiao San, for safety's sake, I'll hold on to your Storage Soul Tool for now. I'll return it after the fight."

Tang San nodded, calmly unfastened the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges from his waist, and handed it to Flender.

It wasn't that Tang San was being obedient. He knew that with Flender's level seventy-eight Soul Power, even if he didn't hand it over willingly, Flender would still get his hands on it.

So handing over the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges willingly was clearly the wise choice.

Besides, his Hidden Weapons weren't all in the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

However, as long as Su Zui didn't hurt Xiao Wu, he wouldn't use Hidden Weapons against him.

Flender took the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and looked at Ning Rongrong, his tone softening somewhat. "Now that I have the belt Tang San keeps his Hidden Weapons in, you can rest easy, can't you?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Su Zui and said in a soft, obedient voice, "Xiao Zui, I'll listen to you."

A confident smile curved Su Zui's lips as he raised his eyes to Dean Flender.

Dean Flender announced, "In that case, let's begin..."

"Oh, right, Dean Flender, there's one more thing." Su Zui raised his hand and interrupted Dean Flender once again.

Flender glared at Su Zui and said helplessly, "Can't you say everything at once? Must you keep interrupting me bit by bit?"

Su Zui smiled apologetically, then said, "Dean, Rongrong has no combat ability. She's a support-type Soul Master. During the upcoming fight, I hope they won't attack Rongrong, and I won't attack the support-type Soul Master on the other side either."

Flender didn't hesitate in the slightest. After all, his purpose this time was to force Su Zui to reveal his strength.

Besides, Su Zui's idea coincided with his own. If Ning Rongrong really got hurt, his little temple would truly be torn down by two great gods.

After all, their little Shrek Academy simply couldn't withstand the wrath of two Titled Douluos.

Flender looked at both sides and said, "In that case, Mubai, Xiao San, your team is not allowed to attack Ning Rongrong. Su Zui, you're not allowed to attack Oscar either. Understood?"

Both sides answered in unison, "Understood, Dean."

"In that case, you have five minutes to discuss your tactics. The fight begins in five minutes!"

Five minutes passed quickly, and both sides walked onto the open ground used for combat.

This was the same clearing where they had fought Zhao Wuji yesterday.

It had just been leveled yesterday, making it perfect for use as an arena today.

The entire field was divided in two, their presences sharply distinct, the oppressive pressure suddenly reaching its peak.

On the western side of the field, Su Zui and Ning Rongrong stood shoulder to shoulder.

The young man stood tall and straight as a pine, dressed in white as pure as snow. He had not the slightest trace of killing intent about him, yet carried the composure of someone who wouldn't change expression even if Mount Tai crumbled before him.

Ning Rongrong stood obediently at Su Zui's side, her heart filled with a sense of security.

At that moment, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both glaring fiercely at Su Zui across from them.

This time, they had a full five combat-type Soul Masters, as well as that freak Tang San.

With five of them fighting one, they refused to believe they still couldn't beat Su Zui.

This time, they would have their revenge!

Dai Mubai was already imagining the scene of himself beating Su Zui up later.

As the match began, Ning Rongrong immediately summoned her Martial Soul, holding her two small, fair hands before her chest.

Hum—

An ethereal chime from a pagoda rang through heaven and earth as brilliant, seven-colored light shot into the sky from Ning Rongrong's body.

Then a small, exquisite, translucent pagoda, shimmering with seven-colored light, floated steadily a foot in front of the girl's chest.

It was none other than the world's number one support Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings rose from beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, radiating a warm light.

Bathed in the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Rongrong now had an ethereal air, looking every bit like a fairy descended to earth.

"Seven Treasures turn forth, glazed tiles appear!"