In such a short time, Ning Rongrong could only devise a relatively simple tactic. As for how effective it would be, they could only find out through the coming battle.
No matter what, they had never fought an opponent this powerful before. How far they could go would only become clear after they fought.
"Finished discussing?"
Zhao Wuji's booming voice rang out. The four turned around and saw that the incense stick on the ground had burned to its very end.
"Teacher Zhao, we're ready."
Although Tang San's plan differed from Ning Rongrong's, he knew that her combat strategy was far more reliable than his. He immediately acted on it.
Seeing that the four were ready, Zhao Wuji clasped his hands together and rolled his wrists. A series of teeth-gritting cracks erupted from his bones, and the invisible pressure grew even heavier.
Another incense stick appeared in Zhao Wuji's hand. Before he could light it, Ning Rongrong had already made the first move.
"Glazed tiles emerge from the Seven Treasures."
Ning Rongrong spun lightly in place, and dazzling seven-colored light burst from her body. Where the multicolored radiance converged, a colorful pagoda over a foot tall appeared.
Its precious light shimmered, exuding an air of nobility. Smiling faintly, Ning Rongrong looked like an immortal maiden drifting on the breeze.
"Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King?"
Oscar muttered something no one understood, making Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai pause in mild confusion. Neither gave it much thought, however, and they continued watching the match.
Two yellow Spirit Rings rose from beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, circling her body as they silently spiraled upward.
"The Seven Treasures have names. First: Strength."
The first Spirit Ring rose and enveloped the colorful pagoda.
At Ning Rongrong's gesture with her left hand, two beams of seven-colored light shot out