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"Interesting little ones, continue!"

A booming voice erupted from the mouth of Zhao Wuji.

Meteor Human Hammer!

Nether Hundred Claws!

The attacks of the three arrived in quick succession, and Zhao Wuji's first soul ring flickered, causing golden light to erupt from his body.

"Roar!"

Tang San's internal alarm bells rang wildly, and he pulled Xiao Wu aside, but Dai Mobai remained unmoved, just as he had in the original story. At this rhythm, it was inevitable that Zhu Zhuqing would be sent flying.

Just then, Ning Rongrong moved. She cast her second soul skill upon herself, dashed to Zhu Zhuqing's side, and pulled her behind her back. Amidst Zhu Zhuqing's stunned expression, she offered a smile before turning to shoulder the blow.

The shockwave still sent Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing flying, and Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was shattered into pieces.

"Zhuqing!"

Dai Mubai moved, catching Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan, her body twitching.

Though she had been sent flying by the shockwave, she hadn't suffered a dislocation. She tried to step forward to see how the girl in the white dress was faring—

"Rong... Rong..."

The name Ning Rongrong suddenly appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's mind, and she focused her spirit to look ahead.

Before her lay a pool of blood.

It hurts so much.

Ning Rongrong thought to herself; she was the one most surprised by what had just happened.

Support soul masters generally didn't need to enter the battlefield, so it was normal for their physical constitution to be relatively poor.

From that last hit, she felt as if her bones were about to shatter.

Does this person not feel pain?

Ning Rongrong was extremely dissatisfied.

As for the second most surprised person on the scene, that would be Zhao Wuji.

His first soul skill, the century-level Immovable Wisdom King Body, was a fusion of offense and defense designed to neutralize the trio's assault. Being a fusion meant it possessed offensive power, and even though he had intended to hold back, he had only done so relative to the three of them.

He never imagined that this girl, Ning Rongrong, would rush forward at such speed to take the blow for Zhu Zhuqing.

If there was anything he had to be cautious about in this exam, it was this Ning Rongrong.

Zhao Wuji was dim-witted, but he wasn't stupid. He was well aware of Ning Rongrong's identity.

During the first attack, although it was clearly aimed at Ning Rongrong, he hadn't used his full strength so that he would have an excuse later.

But this time, he hadn't been able to pull back his power in time.

Looking at the young girl before him with blood flowing from her mouth, he panicked.

He could only resort to combat to relieve the pressure, lunging toward Tang San and releasing his second soul skill, his palm, magnified two and a half times, slamming toward him.

Xiao Wu's charm had absolutely no effect on Zhao Wuji; instead, the backlash caused her to faint, blood spilling from her nose and mouth.

Without any reprieve, Tang San naturally couldn't escape the range of the attack.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji regained his senses, stopping his giant palm the moment it reached Tang San, though the shockwave still flattened him slightly.

Zhao Wuji stood still, not continuing his pursuit. Seeing that Tang San was also bleeding, a vague sense of unease crept over him.

Could it be that this kid has someone backing him?

He wondered.

Wait, did I just commit an even greater mistake?

Turning his head, he saw that Ning Rongrong was still standing there, and the bleeding hadn't stopped.

Looking closer, Ning Rongrong's expression seemed off.

It's over. As soon as this thought crossed Zhao Wuji's mind, he immediately turned and ran toward Ning Rongrong, only to be ambushed by Tang San.

Various hidden weapons were thrown from Tang San's hands, embedding themselves into Zhao Wuji's body.

But at this moment, Zhao Wuji's reason drove him to rush toward Ning Rongrong. Then, he saw it—

The corners of Ning Rongrong's mouth suddenly curled upward.

Lu Ma was, of course, not acting out of a desire to play the hero saving a beauty. The only reason he had stepped forward to pull Zhu Zhuqing away was for convenience, and the smile he gave while turning was merely to look cool.

As for Ning Rongrong blocking the blow, it was simply because Lu Ma wanted to test the power of his Reversal Soul Skill.

With that last hit, Ning Rongrong's life force had nearly bottomed out, but this gave Lu Ma confidence that he could inflict damage on his opponent.

Watching Zhao Wuji charge again, and looking at the number 2 next to the status bar, Ning Rongrong clenched her right fist and swung it heavily, smashing it into Zhao Wuji's large face.

"Boom—"

The punch itself already carried a faint sound of tearing air, not to mention that when it connected with Zhao Wuji's face, his shield bar was instantly depleted by more than half, and with the support of Tang San's hidden weapons, the shield bar continued to plummet.

"This fist has power... urgh!"

Under the effect of the Sand-Shooting Shadow, Zhao Wuji's Shield Bar vanished completely.

Zhao Wuji was filled with astonishment. The little brat who ambushed him from behind had no sense of martial virtue, and the damage was minimal; it was one thing to take damage, but how could Ning Rongrong, a Support-type Spirit Master, inflict damage on him at all?

More importantly, Zhao Wuji sensed that this power seemed inextricably linked to his own.

Borrowing force to strike back?

Zhao Wuji was stunned.

And in that brief moment of distraction, Ning Rongrong's second punch was ready.

As everyone knew, a broken shield had an impact on its owner; here, it could be understood as being afflicted with a vulnerability buff.

Thus, this punch drained nearly a quarter of Zhao Wuji's health.

"You two little brats!"

Zhao Wuji's anger was ignited once more. Condensing his spirit power and glancing at the panting Ning Rongrong before him, Zhao Wuji turned around decisively.

"Gravity Squeeze!"

As he unleashed his fifth spirit skill, Zhao Wuji struck heavily toward Tang San, but a light flared in Tang San's hand, and a pitch-black hammer appeared, swinging toward Zhao Wuji's face!

Bang!

Tang San's hammer was blocked by Zhao Wuji's palm.

Zhao Wuji's palm did not continue forward.

Even so, the shockwave sent Tang San flying, forcing a muffled groan from him.

Fortunately, Dai Mubai caught him, otherwise, Tang San would likely have needed to rest for several months.

"Oscar, come over here quickly, you have business!"

Zhao Wuji stood in place, looking at the various people around him who were either unconscious or injured, feeling an indescribable tension.

When did his suppressed strength start fluctuating like this?

Zhao Wuji asked himself, and found the answer.

Everything was because Ning Rongrong had unexpectedly blocked the attack aimed at the three of them.

Yes, Ning Rongrong!

Zhao Wuji fixed his gaze on her, only to see that Ning Rongrong was actually—

Drinking several bottles of red liquid she had pulled out from who knows where?

Oscar had just arrived, so this red liquid was certainly not his handiwork, and... if it really were Oscar's, he would be even happier.

But forget it, as long as the other party was fine.

Hiss, that really hurt.

"Oscar, give me a sausage and a dried meat stick."

"Who are you, and why are you at our school?"

"I am Zhao Wuji, do you want to be punished?"

Zhu Zhuqing walked to Ning Rongrong's side and helped her up.

Ning Rongrong's actions in protecting her just now made it impossible for her to ignore this girl. Among those present, if she had to name the person she trusted most right now, it was undoubtedly Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I still have *Health Potion*s! Do you want some?"

"Health Potion?"

Zhu Zhuqing saw Ning Rongrong shake the red bottle in her hand and made a guess.

So it was something brought along to heal injuries. Such an item must be very precious.

Downing four bottles like that...

"Forget it, my injuries aren't serious."

In reality, there were still dozens of these *Health Potion*s in her inventory. Once she opened the treasure chests in Suotuo City, she could even have over a hundred.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing didn't want any, Ning Rongrong didn't pester her. After finishing the fourth bottle to ensure her health points were full, Ning Rongrong tossed the empty bottle into the trash heap.

She had seen the power of the Reversal Soul Skill; it could be considered significant.

The only drawback was that once the Reversal Soul Skill was used, the corresponding non-reversed state could not be utilized.

It was impossible to use Strength Amplification to boost Trapped Beast.

Ning Rongrong looked up at Tang San, who was apologizing to Zhao Wuji, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

Just thinking about what would happen tonight made her want to laugh.

"No way? To what extent has this language module evolved? Did it access my webcam?"

Lu Ma felt a bit strange in front of his computer desk. He noticed that Ning Rongrong's movements were actually somewhat synchronized with his own. However, thinking that it made speaking much more convenient, he didn't list changing this as a suggestion.