Nuclear Domination From Douluo

A speed boost on her would at least be faster than running.

In truth, Flender's theory simply could not hold up.

Even on a battlefield, if she encountered an enemy—

Suppose the opponent was an Agility System Soul Master. Ning Rongrong would never be able to escape.

If it were a Soul Master from another system, boosting her own speed would be no better than relying on physical stamina.

Once her Soul Power ran out, could she outrun a Soul Master on stamina alone?

So-called physical training was merely meant to withstand stronger Soul Rings and thus become more powerful.

"Why does Sword Douluo want to see me? Don't tell me he wants to take me as his disciple? But I don't practice swordsmanship!"

Tang Dongfeng looked at her suspiciously, feeling that something was fishy about this.

With his "utterly ordinary" cultivation talent, no Titled Douluo should want to take him as a disciple!

As for his absurdly strong burst power, the nuclear domination brought by hand-crafted nuclear bombs had nothing to do with Soul Power at all.

"Tang Dongfeng, Grandpa Jian brought you a gift. Hehe, I'll secretly tell you—it's a woman!"

The amusement in Ning Rongrong's eyes did not escape Tang Dongfeng's notice.

Sword Douluo did not seem like the type to give someone a woman as a gift. Could it be that he wanted to give Ning Rongrong to him?

Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

In his previous life, that would have landed someone in prison.

Ning Fengzhi's Decision

"Ning Rongrong, I never thought you were this kind of person."

Tang Dongfeng looked utterly lifeless.

At dinner last night, he had responded vaguely to Ning Fengzhi's attempt to recruit him.

He had neither agreed nor embarrassed Ning Fengzhi by refusing outright.

In his view, that old fox Ning Fengzhi could not possibly have failed to understand what he meant.

Yet now he was sending him a woman? He was only twelve!

Sword Douluo had no relation to him whatsoever. When he had first arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo had not even spared him a second glance.

How could he suddenly want to give him a gift?

Ning Rongrong must have exposed his strength and drawn Sword Douluo's attention.

Otherwise, why would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian powerhouse give him a gift for no reason?

"Tang Dongfeng, what did I do now? Grandpa Jian is the one giving you a gift. What does that have to do with me?"

Ning Rongrong was furious. She could not beat Tang Dongfeng in a fight, so what could she do?

If it had been anyone else, Ning Rongrong would have immediately called people from home to gang up on them.

"Come on. I want to see what kind of woman your Grandpa Jian is trying to stuff into my arms."

Tang Dongfeng followed behind Ning Rongrong toward Sword Douluo's residence.

Along the way, Ning Rongrong was too busy being angry to speak to Tang Dongfeng.

Every time she talked to him, he managed to anger her half to death.

Sea Dragon Douluo, concealed in the shadows, immediately followed after them.

When he reached a spot not far from Sword Douluo's courtyard, Sea Dragon Douluo did not approach any closer.

Setting foot in a Titled Douluo's courtyard would be a provocation.

"Grandpa Jian, I brought Tang Dongfeng over."

Ning Rongrong arrived before the gate and called out loudly toward the entrance.

Then she pushed the door open herself and entered Sword Douluo's courtyard.

Tang Dongfeng lagged behind, slowly taking in the surroundings.

Sword Douluo's residence was simple and plain, the complete opposite of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's extravagance.

Perhaps that was the mindset of a swordsman—single-mindedly pursuing the sword, treating worldly splendor as nothing but dust.

"Rongrong, quickly bring little brother Dongfeng inside."

A calm and composed voice came from within the house.

In Sword Douluo's eyes, he had gone from an irrelevant nobody to little brother.

The difference in treatment was indeed considerable.

"Tang Dongfeng, can't you walk faster? Are you a little turtle? You're even slower than me, a Support System Soul Master."

Ning Rongrong seized the chance to provoke and criticize Tang Dongfeng.

Before coming here, she had always been the one getting angered. But now that she was back in Sword Douluo's courtyard, she immediately regained her confidence.

She refused to believe that Tang Dongfeng would dare keep provoking her in front of Grandpa Jian.

Feeling smug, Ning Rongrong unconsciously curled her lips into a victorious smile.

"I'm only level twenty-three. Naturally, I can't compare to Miss Rongrong."

Tang Dongfeng said sarcastically.

He really was only level twenty-three. Facts spoke louder than words—he had even undergone four assessments at Shrek Academy.

"Y-you're really only level twenty-three?"

Ning Rongrong swallowed, finding it hard to believe.

He was clearly such an incredibly powerful Soul Master. How could he possibly be only level twenty-three? It made her feel as though she were the fake one.

"Rongrong, Brother Dongfeng's Soul Power really is only level twenty-three."

Sword Douluo suddenly appeared beside Ning Rongrong and patted her head.

"Grandpa Jian, am I especially useless?"

Tears immediately welled up in Ning Rongrong's eyes. These past few days had nearly made her question her entire life.

Every single person at Shrek Academy had better talent than she did.

Yet their personalities gave Ning Rongrong an unsettlingly twisted feeling. Not a single one of them seemed normal.

"Brother Dongfeng's body is filled with a mysterious power. It is very strong."

Sword Douluo stared in surprise at this person brimming with a dangerous aura.

He had not examined him carefully yesterday and had failed to notice Tang Dongfeng's uniqueness.

No wonder Old Bone had specifically warned him not to make an enemy of Tang Dongfeng after returning.

This person was dangerous, like a ball of energy that could explode at any moment.

Enough to make even a Titled Douluo fearful.

Tang Dongfeng's body happened to restrain that energy, preventing it from leaking out.

Sword Douluo even suspected that the power Tang Dongfeng had used to severely wound Zhao Wuji was that vast, abyss-like energy.

"Your Excellency Sword Douluo has sharp eyes."

Tang Dongfeng was not particularly surprised. Sea Dragon Douluo had also been able to see his uniqueness.

It would not be inaccurate to call him a walking nuclear bomb.

Whenever he molded Nuclear Fusion by hand, he was merely drawing out a small portion of the larger nuclear bomb.

"Rongrong, that's why you don't need to compare yourself to him. The reason he could severely wound a Soul Saint wasn't his Soul Power."

Sword Douluo grew even more curious about Tang Dongfeng's identity.

The energy stored within his body was probably at the level of an Ultimate Douluo; Tang Dongfeng simply could not yet mobilize it.

And the Trident Mark on his forehead gave Sword Douluo a sense of palpitations, making him not dare investigate it.

It was hard to believe that such oppressive pressure came from a twelve-year-old child.

"Miss Rongrong, I'm not trying to put you down, but ever since awakening my martial soul at six, I've never cultivated. Otherwise, with my innate level-ten Soul Power, I would at least be close to becoming a Soul Ancestor."

Tang Dongfeng shrugged helplessly. He really was not showing off.

Over nearly six years, Sea Dragon Douluo had managed to rise to level ninety-six, becoming a Super Douluo even amidst Nuclear Radiation.

If he had cultivated his Soul Power, reaching Soul Ancestor or Soul King would have been as easy as drinking water.

"Good lad. No wonder you could escape from Tang Hao's hands. Since the Clear Sky Sect has offended you, I fear they may have to seal their mountain completely."

Sword Douluo sighed.

The situation on the Douluo Continent was ever-changing. Ahead stood the ambitious Spirit Hall, while behind was a mysterious force that had come from the sea to the continent.

The once incomparably glorious number one sect in the world had offended both of these major powers in succession.

Twelve years ago, Tang Hao had hammered the Former Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, to death. Spirit Hall attacked the Clear Sky Sect, which suffered devastating casualties and was forced into seclusion.

Twelve years later, Tang Hao had attempted to kill an important figure of the mysterious force, only to return in defeat.

In the future, if Tang Dongfeng could not find Tang Hao, this debt would surely be placed on the Clear Sky Sect's head.

Even if he killed Tang Hao, he might still not spare the Clear Sky Sect.

"Your Excellency Sword Douluo flatters me. I'm an easygoing person, an envoy of nuclear peace. At most, I'll just send them some nuclear peace."

Tang Dongfeng's calm expression made it seem as though he did not regard the Clear Sky Sect as worthy of notice.

Sword Douluo frowned slightly.

He saw no reverence for life in Tang Dongfeng.

Perhaps, in Tang Dongfeng's eyes, anyone who wanted him dead deserved to head toward destruction.

"I hope so."