Scared of What? Just Fight

"I suggest you discuss how to work together against Teacher Zhao in a moment."

"Teacher Zhao is extremely strong. If you fight separately, there's no way you'll last a stick of incense under him.

If you can devise a solid strategy that combines your individual strengths, you might stand a better chance."

Dai Mubai still offered his advice from the side.

"Alright, we understand. But before that, let's introduce ourselves first."

Tang San strongly agreed with Dai Mubai's suggestion.

Still, before discussing tactics, it would be better for everyone to introduce themselves and get to know one another.

"Um... I'll go first. My name is Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a level twenty-eight auxiliary-system Soul Master!"

Hearing Tang San's words, Ning Rongrong smiled faintly, summoned her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and gracefully took the lead in introducing herself.

To be honest, Rongrong was much more adorable now than she had been in the original work.

It couldn't be helped. In this world where strength reigned supreme, talent and power came first.

Rongrong was also the most gifted person the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had seen in nearly a century. In the original work, two Titled Douluo had spoiled her rotten, and no one had thought anything was wrong with it. That was what had made her so willful.

But now, Rongrong's personality was much better. She still had a bit of a young lady's temper, but she was the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had the right to act that way.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong's words greatly surprised Tang San.

Even Zhu Zhuqing cast a sidelong glance at Ning Rongrong.

After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the renowned Upper Three Sects, hailed as the strongest auxiliary sect.

Who on the entire Douluo Continent had not heard of it?

Forget the Soul Master world—even commoners with some knowledge of Soul Masters probably knew of it.

"Don't all stare at me. There's really nothing special about me. I just snuck out from home.

My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul has two hundred-year Soul Rings attached to it. My Soul Skills can respectively give everyone a thirty percent boost in speed and strength."

Faced with everyone's astonished gazes, Ning Rongrong felt a little embarrassed. She cutely stuck out her tongue, modestly downplayed herself for a while, then introduced her Soul Skills.

Bai Ge could not help rolling his eyes. The little girl was putting on a classic humblebrag.

"My name is Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level twenty-nine control-system Soul Master!"

After Ning Rongrong, Tang San also introduced himself.

"My name is Xiao Wu. My Martial Soul is a rabbit, and I'm a level twenty-nine assault-system Soul Master."

Xiao Wu introduced herself with a grin as well.

"Zhu Zhuqing. My Martial Soul is the Netherworld Spirit Cat. Level twenty-seven agility-attack-system Soul Master!"

Afterward, the cool-faced Zhu Zhuqing spoke as well.

"Bai Ge. My Martial Soul is Golden Saint Armor. Level thirty-seven Battle Spirit Grandmaster."

"What?" Everyone present stared at him, dumbfounded.

A twelve-year-old level thirty-seven Soul Elder—this was far too outrageous.

But the three yellow, purple, and purple Soul Rings had already proven that Bai Ge was not bragging.

Sky Azure Vine, Dragon Scale Fruit, along with the Dragon Tendon and Dragon Marrow of the Golden Earth Dragon King—although these four heavenly treasures mainly enhanced physical strength and power, raising a Soul Elder's Soul Power by four levels was more than easy enough.

"Then what's your specialty?" Tang San was a little stunned.

"Xiao Bai's Martial Soul has no weaknesses. Its attack, defense, and speed are all very strong."

Ning Rongrong's voice rang out. "As for control, Xiao Bai thinks it's too troublesome, so he basically never uses it."

Xiao Wu asked curiously, "Rongrong, are you very familiar with him?"

"Mm, I guess you could say that." Rongrong replied hesitantly.

"If you ask me, what the hell are we scared of? Just fight!

Rongrong, give me your buffs later. I'll go up first to test the waters and get a feel for him."

"Xiao San, if you can, try to delay that guy's movements. Don't force yourself."

Bai Ge then glanced at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. "You two should look for an opportunity to attack Zhao Wuji's weak spots, like his kidneys. If you can't, forget it.

You two are obviously glass cannons. A Vajra Bear's slap isn't easy to take."

"Also, keep an eye on Rongrong. Zhao Wuji will most likely try to take Rongrong out right from the start."

With the plan set, Bai Ge turned and charged forward!

Zhao Wuji flicked his hand, lit a stick of incense, and planted it in the ground. He was so angry that he laughed. "Kid, aren't you looking down on a Soul Sage a little too much?"

At the same time, Ning Rongrong began to chant, "Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Tile Appears."

She gracefully spun once in place, and dazzling seven-colored light immediately burst forth from her body.

Where the seven-colored light gathered, a seven-colored treasure pagoda over a foot tall had appeared in Ning Rongrong's right palm.

Its precious radiance flickered, exuding an imposing nobility. Ning Rongrong herself seemed like an immortal maiden drifting on the breeze.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet and silently revolved around her body.

"The Seven Treasures have a name. First: strength. Second: speed."

As her words fell, Bai Ge's speed and strength surged at the same time!

"Great Horn!"

Still as a mountain when motionless, thunderous when he moved! Taking advantage of Zhao Wuji's carelessness, Bai Ge launched Taurus's Golden Battle Skill straight at him!

"Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji truly lived up to his reputation. Though startled, he did not panic, raising his hand to meet the attack!

By coincidence, both of them were using their second Soul Skills!

The only difference was that one was a hundred-year Soul Skill, while the other was a thousand-year Soul Skill.

"Boom!" Dust and smoke scattered in all directions as Zhao Wuji staggered back dozens of steps, his eyes filled with disbelief!

Staring with wide bull-like eyes, Zhao Wuji exclaimed in horror, "A thousand-year second Soul Ring?"

"The maximum age of Soul Rings a Soul Master can withstand is proportional to the strength of their body and Spiritual Power."

Bai Ge smiled. "In other words, as long as one's physical condition is sufficient, a thousand-year second Soul Ring is not impossible.

It merely breaks the limits of an ordinary Soul Master's physical condition."

Bai Ge made it sound easy, but he was actually extremely surprised as well.

Although his current power was roughly at the sixth sense, and the might of his various battle skills could not reach the Gold Saint level, leaving them greatly weakened.

There were still comparisons to draw. Just like how Elder Dohko's Rozan Hundred Dragons became Rozan Rising Dragon in the hands of sixth-sense Shiryu.

*(Saint Seiya sounded impressive, but when it came to actual fights, it was really underwhelming. During the Galaxian Wars, Seiya's kick only registered an impact force of over fifteen hundred kilograms. The power scaling was a complete mess.

The reason they could shatter boulders was mainly because their Cosmo destroyed the internal atomic structure.

The protagonist was roughly at this level now. Just keep that in mind.)*

Yet Bai Ge believed that an ordinary Soul Ancestor, or even a Soul King, might not be able to withstand this punch. But Zhao Wuji had taken it head-on in haste without even activating his first Soul Skill.

However, Zhao Wuji had his own unspoken misery. Bai Ge's punch not only sent his blood and energy churning, but even scattered his Soul Power, forcibly knocking him out of Martial Soul Possession!

Seeing Bai Ge raise both hands as his nearly black third Soul Ring lit up.

Zhao Wuji decisively admitted defeat. "You pass. We're not fighting anymore."

Hearing that, Bai Ge failed to catch his breath and nearly choked himself to death.

What the hell? This wasn't what they agreed on!