Ning Rongrong: Save Me, Hold Me, Don't

"Little ones, are you ready?"

"Everyone, summon your Martial Souls."

Xiao Chen spoke calmly as he looked at Zhao Wuji, who stood before them holding an hourglass.

At his words, Xiao Wu and the others all released their Martial Souls. The two Soul Rings around each of them were uniformly hundred-year Soul Rings.

Xiao Wu, Martial Soul: Rabbit, Rank 29 Soul Grandmaster!

Ning Rongrong, Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Rank 26 Soul Grandmaster!

Zhu Zhuqing, Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat, Rank 27 Soul Grandmaster!

Tang San remained completely still...

"Good, you're full of spirit! Then let's officially begin!"

Zhao Wuji burst into laughter at the sight.

At the same time, he swung his right hand and tossed the hourglass aside, starting the timer.

"I'll go!"

Seeing that the test had begun, Tang San did not hesitate. Following Xiao Chen's arrangement from earlier, he was the first to charge forward.

A look of anticipation appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

"You're taking the initiative to attack me? Hahaha, come on!"

"Xiao Wu, take these."

After Tang San made his move, Xiao Chen tossed a sheet of paper to each of the three girls.

The papers contained even more detailed information about Zhao Wuji.

They even included the specific effects and weaknesses of Zhao Wuji's Soul Skills, as well as how he would fight next!

"As expected of Brother Xiao Chen, he even knows this!"

Xiao Wu had absolute faith in Xiao Chen's intelligence and did not doubt it in the slightest.

Though Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were somewhat puzzled, they still nodded slightly in the end.

The former because of the Love Charm Hairpin.

As for the latter, Xiao Chen was the strongest among the five of them. On top of that, they now shared both glory and loss, and there was also the inexplicable attraction radiating from Xiao Chen. She therefore felt that Xiao Chen was unlikely to deceive her.

"This brat..."

While Xiao Wu and the other two girls studied the information on the papers, Zhao Wuji himself frowned slightly.

Tang San was the only Control System Soul Master on the team.

Yet not only had he charged straight at him, he had not even shown any intention of releasing his Martial Soul?

There had to be a trap!

"Not bad, a little cleverness!"

After thinking this, Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. However, he merely threw out his right fist casually, with no intention of releasing his Martial Soul at all.

Although his extensive combat experience had allowed him to see through the truth at once, he was in no hurry to strike.

Because he also wanted to see.

Just how far this little fellow named Tang San could go today!

Bang!

Crack...

Before everyone's eyes, Tang San's fist collided head-on with Zhao Wuji's right fist, producing a dull air burst and the sound of bones cracking.

Immediately afterward, Tang San's body staggered backward.

At that moment, agonizing pain shot up Tang San's arm and spread through his entire body, making his eyes widen abruptly.

They were round as if they were about to pop from their sockets, making him look utterly ferocious.

Was this the true strength of a Soul Saint?

Even without releasing his Martial Soul, he still possessed such terrifying power.

It hurt—too much!

He felt as though his bones had cracked.

But soon, a ruthless glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. Enduring the pain, he forcefully steadied himself and prepared to throw another punch.

That bastard Xiao Chen really had not lied to him. He truly might not encounter such a powerful sparring partner under normal circumstances.

Judging by the physical strength behind that full-force strike just now, he should be able to take a few more punches and gain some decent tempering.

"This kid is putting on quite an act."

Seeing Tang San's miserable state, Zhao Wuji was initially stunned, then smiled casually.

Because he saw ruthlessness in Tang San's eyes!

Based on his many years of combat experience, Tang San, a Control System Soul Master who had yet to reveal his Martial Soul, had nevertheless successfully closed the distance between them.

The purpose behind this was already obvious:

The kid was planning to wait until he let his guard down and exposed an opening before launching his strongest attack in a sneak attack!

In short, he could put a few more points of strength into his next punch.

As for whether Tang San truly intended not to release his Martial Soul for the entire fight and instead rely purely on his body to clash with him head-on?

Impossible.

Unless Tang San was brain-dead, he would definitely release his Martial Soul next.

And how could a kid who had passed Li Yusong's first test and made it all the way to the fourth test possibly be brain-dead?

"Bang!"

"Pfft..."

Before everyone's eyes, Tang San, who had been adjusting his body and preparing to strike again, took Zhao Wuji's heavy punch head-on.

In an instant, his entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

He even spat out a mouthful of blood midway through, then hit the ground face-first and skidded across it.

In the end, he crashed into a nearby trash can and fell inside, barely managing to stop.

Before he lost consciousness, only one thought remained in his mind:

He could still use even greater strength? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Hahaha, still trying to put on an act, kid? I've fought more battles than a brat like you has eaten salt—more..."

"What!"

Zhao Wuji had been about to continue mocking Tang San's terrible acting, but when he saw Tang San lying completely flat before him, he froze on the spot.

Damn it.

That kid really had not intended to release his Martial Soul? He had chosen to use nothing but his physical strength to clash with him head-on?

A Control System Soul Master not only failed to release his Martial Soul in battle, but even chose to confront an Assault System Soul Master head-on...

At that moment, Zhao Wuji's mind completely short-circuited.

After several breaths, Zhao Wuji turned to Dai Mubai and pointed at his own head, seemingly wanting confirmation.

"Mubai, is there... something wrong with this kid's head?"

"Uh... I don't know."

Hearing that, Dai Mubai covered his face with one hand and ignored Tang San.

He had no intention whatsoever of speaking up for the ugly Tang San, who had kept insulting him as trash.

If the other guy embarrassed himself, then so be it. He was just a loser anyway—what did it have to do with him?

What he cared about most right now was hoping Zhu Zhuqing would get hurt soon, giving him the chance to play the hero and save the beauty!

"..."

Seeing Tang San defeated, Xiao Chen wasted no words and looked directly at Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

Attack!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

After receiving Xiao Chen's signal, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing immediately reacted, accelerating and charging out at the same time.

At the same moment, Ning Rongrong followed up with her move.

"Seven Treasures have a name, first is..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong trying to use a soul skill, Zhao Wuji stomped his right foot fiercely against the ground.

In an instant, a wave of Soul Power Impact, carrying shattered stones with it, swept straight toward Ning Rongrong.

A common rule among Soul Masters: if one encountered a team with a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Soul Master, they had to deal with that person immediately and interrupt their support.

Unfortunately, Xiao Chen had already anticipated Zhao Wuji's move.

"Ah!"

Before everyone's eyes, Xiao Chen reached out and pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms, wrapping his left arm around her slender waist and pressing her body against his own.

At the same time, he turned sideways and used his back to take Zhao Wuji's Soul Power Impact and flying stones head-on.

"What?"

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji's face filled with disbelief.

Tang San refusing to release his Martial Soul and clashing with him head-on was simply brain-dead behavior.

And the result had been miserable—he had been instantly defeated by Zhao Wuji.

But Xiao Chen, who had done the same, was somehow completely unscathed?

One had to know that the Soul Power Impact he had just unleashed had reached the level of a Three-ring Soul Master!

That little fellow named Xiao Chen—was he really only a Three-ring Soul Master...?

"Mm-ah~"

While Zhao Wuji marveled at Xiao Chen's formidable physique, Ning Rongrong was also feeling it very clearly.

She even let out a soft cry on the spot.

Xiao Chen had used his body to shield her from Zhao Wuji's attack, and she truly was moved. But their current position made her whole body feel incredibly strange!

Just now, Ning Rongrong had been frightened by Zhao Wuji, so when Xiao Chen wrapped an arm around her, she had instinctively clung tightly to him.

At first, she had felt nothing because of the fright.

But once the danger had passed, she clearly sensed just how terrifying Xiao Chen's attraction toward her was.

The Golden Dragon King Martial Soul gave Xiao Chen powerful vitality and masculine energy. Combined with his own girl-killer-level charm, and the fact that they were standing so close together, face-to-face...

Ning Rongrong's body grew softer and softer, and she practically hung from Xiao Chen like an ornament.

Her cheeks were faintly red, like ripe peaches—tempting and juicy.

Her little lips parted slightly, breathing out warm air, looking as though she was waiting to be picked.

"Xiao Chen, don't..."

Ning Rongrong's face held thirty percent shyness, thirty percent fear of being seen, and forty percent anticipation.

She had no strength left in her body and could only murmur softly.

"Don't what?"

Xiao Chen asked, feigning confusion.

After all, this was a perfect chance to increase her affection through intimate contact.

"I mean... don't... mm, want~ you."

"Want me? Don't worry, I'm right here. You're safe."

Hearing that, Xiao Chen hugged Ning Rongrong even more tightly. At the same time, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Wuji, who was fighting Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, his expression utterly serious.

"G-gentler... I c-can't... take it..."

Very soon, Ning Rongrong used up all her strength to utter one final sentence, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Then she fell silent, strange lights flickering repeatedly in her eyes.

Ding! Ning Rongrong's favorability toward the host has increased. The host's physical attribute enhancement has reached 29%...

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