Douluo: As a Healer, Carrying a Sniper Rifle Is Perfectly Reasonable, Right?

"If those little tiger fangs break, they won't look so cute anymore~"

Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Ahhh!! Y-you big idiot!!!"

"Why didn't you defend yourself?!"

Ning Rongrong's tears surged uncontrollably from her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Let me see, you're bleeding!!!"

"I'll bandage it????? I'll go get a physician!"

Ning Rongrong was frantic.

She hurriedly pulled a blue handkerchief from her pocket, wanting to bandage Luo Hao's wound.

"What do I need a physician for?"

"Are they better than my Healing Type martial soul?"

Luo Hao curled his lip disdainfully.

"Ah."

Only then did Ning Rongrong remember that Luo Hao was a Healing Type—

But.

What kind of Healing Type soul master!

Would grab a three-hundred-year-old Soul Beast and beat it senseless?!

"It must hurt a lot, doesn't it?"

"You big idiot."

There were still faint tear tracks on Ning Rongrong's little face.

"Alright, alright. It'll be fine soon."

Luo Hao comforted Ning Rongrong as he healed his own injuries.

What was this even supposed to be?

I was the one who got bitten.

Why are you crying so hard?

And I still have to comfort you.

Luo Hao was utterly helpless.

Very soon.

The wound on Luo Hao's hand disappeared.

Only four tiny, indented scars from tiger fangs remained.

Although his martial soul could remove scars.

It required prolonged treatment over a long period of time to erase them completely.

They were only four shallow marks.

Luo Hao could not be bothered to remove them. They did not affect anything anyway.

Very soon.

Luo Hao's injuries had completely healed.

Only after Ning Rongrong inspected him carefully did she finally relax.

The two arrived at a magnificent, lavishly decorated hall.

Ning Rongrong pushed open the hall doors.

Then pulled Luo Hao inside.

The moment he entered the hall.

Luo Hao's first thought was.

"Damn, rich people really are extravagant."

The interior was grand and luxurious.

Three people were seated in the hall.

Ning Fengzhi sat upon the central throne.

Sword Douluo sat to the left.

On the right.

Sat a gaunt-faced man with a broad frame.

It was obviously Bone Douluo.

"Dad~ I brought Luo Hao~"

Ning Rongrong skipped in while pulling Luo Hao along.

Then she hurried forward and threw herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms.

PS: A self-inflicted injury scheme or something? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The protagonist wasn't that kind of person!

He simply had no resistance whatsoever to cute girls. lol

"Young man, we meet again~"

"Your name is Luo Hao, right?"

Ning Fengzhi lounged lazily in a gold-trimmed, gem-studded chair and spoke calmly.

"This disciple, Luo Hao, greets the Sect Master."

Luo Hao respectfully bowed to Ning Fengzhi.

After all, he might very well become his future father-in-law.

Luo Hao decided it was best to leave Ning Fengzhi with a good impression.

"Good, very good!"

Seeing how sensible Luo Hao was, and that he was nothing like the arrogant and overbearing person Sword Douluo had described, Ning Fengzhi grew even more appreciative of him.

"Come, release your martial soul!"

Ning Fengzhi said lightly.

His voice carried a soothing, approachable quality.

"Yes!"

Luo Hao answered respectfully.

He then directly summoned his martial soul.

The moment the Supreme Deluxe Nine Heart Begonia appeared, golden light scattered in every direction.

It made the already resplendent hall

appear even more magnificent and luxurious.

Then, a purple Soul Ring

slowly rose beneath Luo Hao's feet.

It circled around his body, drawing everyone's attention.

"Th-this is actually a thousand-year Soul Ring!!"

Ning Fengzhi could no longer hold himself back

and cried out in shock.

He had lived for so long

and seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen a Soul Master whose first Soul Ring was purple.

That was practically impossible.

Never mind a first Soul Ring—

even a second Soul Ring that was a thousand years old had never appeared before.

This time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had truly found an immense treasure.

Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed.

He made up his mind

that he had to nurture Luo Hao properly.

Though he was a Healing Type Soul Master, top-tier Healing Type Soul Masters were still exceptionally sought after across the continent.

"Cough, cough~"

At that moment.

Sword Douluo coughed lightly.

Only then did Ning Fengzhi recall Sword Douluo's reminder.

Luo Hao possessed an even more outrageous ability.

After healing someone, he could actually increase their strength by 120%.

That was practically impossible.

Ning Fengzhi had cultivated for decades and reached Rank 79 Soul Saint.

Even his first soul skill's boost to strength

was only 80%.

Yet Sword Douluo was telling him

that Luo Hao's first soul skill could not only heal, but also grant a greater strength boost than his own.

How could he possibly believe that?

Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses.