"Fengzhi, isn't it a bit rash to agree to let Rongrong participate in Soul Fighting? She's still so young, after all."
Ning Fengzhi said, "It would be good for Rongrong to experience some setbacks and failures. Otherwise, sooner or later, she'll become a spoiled child who refuses to improve."
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, no one dared to offend Ning Rongrong.
Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo especially doted on Ning Rongrong. Whenever Ning Fengzhi wanted to criticize her, they would always stop him.
Of course, it wasn't as though Ning Fengzhi did not care about Ning Rongrong's safety.
This was not a life-or-death battle, and Lin San seemed quite restrained. Even if Chen Feng and Ning Rongrong lost, they would not suffer any serious injuries.
Besides, Sword Douluo was watching. If there really was any danger to their lives, Sword Douluo would not simply stand by.
"Sigh, I just think Rongrong is too young. There's plenty of time to teach her slowly."
Though he said that, Sword Douluo did not stop them again.
After some time, Chen Feng sent word that his battle with Lin San was about to begin.
"Uncle Sword, do you think Feng'er can defeat Lin San?"
Sword Douluo answered without hesitation, "Difficult. He has almost no chance of winning—not even ten percent."
Sword Douluo's judgment was still incredibly sharp.
He could tell that compared with Chen Feng, Lin San's strength did not lie in his Soul Power, but in his understanding of the sword and his talent for adapting in battle.
Such ability could not be cultivated through hard work alone. More often, it was an innate talent decided at birth.
Soon, the Soul Fighting Platform opened once more.
Although this was a temporary addition to the schedule, the spectator stands were still packed