The plaza fell silent for a moment. The watching disciples exchanged glances.
Someone murmured, "The little witch has gotten even stronger. She defeated a Battle Soul Sect disciple without even releasing her Martial Soul."
The young man's expression changed slightly. He pulled his sword from the ground but showed no intention of attacking again. It was already shameless enough for a Battle Soul Sect disciple to challenge a Support Soul Master. If he kept fighting, he definitely would not come out of it well.
Ning Rongrong had not even warmed up properly. Her gaze swept across the crowd. "Who else wants to fight? You can come at me together if you like. Or are all the inner disciples of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect trash, too scared to challenge even a Support Soul Master like me?"
The crowd remained silent for a moment before two similar-looking young men stepped forward. Both were in their early twenties, with identical Tokens hanging at their waists.
Their steps were perfectly synchronized. They stopped at the edge of the white line at the same time and summoned their Martial Soul Possession. Grayish-cyan wolf shadows enveloped their bodies, while their pupils glowed faint green. One of them spoke. "Senior sister Rong Rong, we brothers would like to exchange a few moves with you."
Ning Rongrong did not refuse. She merely adjusted her center of gravity slightly.
The two moved simultaneously, attacking from the left and right.
Ning Rongrong's footwork shifted as she weaved between them with Lingbo Weibu.
Their attacks were coordinated well, but they were always a beat too slow.
After several exchanges, Ning Rongrong had already figured out their attacking patterns. When their combined strike missed again, she brushed one of their arms lightly as they passed each other. His movement shifted