What It Means to Be an Auxiliary Soul Master Who Can Fight

The fish had taken the bait; all their painstaking planning had not been in vain.

Oscar froze for a moment, feeling that Dai Mubai was right. He was currently locked in a struggle, and the support Spirit Master of the Seven Battles was merely a little girl.

This suddenly gave him confidence. Although he had a deep impression of this person, for the sake of the academy's honor, he gritted his teeth and prepared to strike hard.

"Finally willing to come over?" Ning Rongrong whispered to herself.

Watching the opposing support Spirit Master charge toward her, she really wanted to laugh.

"Pardon me."

When Oscar closed the distance, he actually said this with a hint of apology.

"Huh?"

Ning Rongrong was puzzled. How did Shrek produce someone like this? They were already on the arena, the match had been going on for a while, and he still felt the need to say "pardon me."

And that look in his eyes—ugh.

She had seen plenty of that back in her sect, and there were one or two like that in the academy as well.

"How unlucky."

Being so "well-traveled," how could she not know what he was thinking?

She muttered to herself, her movements never faltering. What appeared soft was, in reality, a palm strike that left onlookers stunned.

"Tianshan Plum-Plucking Hand."

After that single strike, Oscar retreated several steps, and that was only a feint.

No, is the Tianshan Plum-Plucking Hand too powerful, or is the opponent just too weak?

Ning Rongrong fell into a state of doubt. She didn't feel she was particularly strong; whenever she sparred with Zhuqing to practice her moves, she was always the one being suppressed.

How could it have such great power here? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Forget it, let's try a few more moves."

That first strike might have caught him off guard, but since she judged she could suppress him, she naturally pressed the attack.

"Take this!"

She unleashed a flurry of palms, no feints this time—every single one was a solid strike.

"Oh no, this is bad."

The current Oscar was simply a weakling; his practical combat ability was near zero, relying entirely on things like the Wild Baseball Fist for self-defense.

How could he withstand Ning Rongrong's fierce onslaught?

Never mind eating his third spirit ability, the Flying Sausage; he didn't even have time to eat a recovery sausage. Seeing that if this palm landed, the opponent would be finished, Ning Rongrong decisively turned her palm into an Iron Mountain Lean to shove him aside.

She redirected the force of her palm strike elsewhere.

"What a scrub."

Watching the unconscious Oscar, she kicked him off the arena and shouted toward the Shrek waiting room.

"Hey, Shrek! Come out and collect your little scrub!"

Facing outsiders—or rather, enemies—Ning Rongrong instantly reverted to her Little Witch, high-princess persona.

It made everyone from Shrek grit their teeth in anger.

In the spectator stands, Chen An had returned to his seat.

Ning Fengzhi watched the ruthlessness Ning Rongrong displayed on the field and swallowed hard, filled with disbelief. Just like most fathers who cannot believe their children are capable of such drastic changes.

Ning Fengzhi hadn't believed Ning Rongrong would have any surprises for him, but having seen it with his own eyes, he was convinced.

"Dean Chen, is this the reason you asked me to come and watch?"

He had watched the entire process, and whether it was the hidden weapons or Ning Rongrong's transformation, he was amazed. He felt the long journey with his entourage had been well worth it.

"There is more to come. Just keep watching."

As their teacher and master, Chen An knew Ning Rongrong still had moves to make.

No, it's not that I'm too strong; it's that the opponent is too weak. If I had attacked Sister Zhuqing like that just now, I'd probably be the one lying on the ground, Ning Rongrong thought to herself.

She was very arrogant right now, but she remained clear-headed. Having finished the fight based on intuition, she looked toward Dai Mubai.

Her eyes lit up.

She looked like a hunter spotting a kitten.

"Senior Brother, I'm here to help you. No need to thank me!"

Ning Rongrong shouted, casting the defensive Golden Light Divine Incantation on herself and refreshing the spirit buffs on Luo Xiaoshi before charging toward the battlefield.

She didn't understand this "1v1 like a real man" nonsense; she just wanted the joy of a righteous group attack.

"Hey, Junior Sister, wait!"

Before Luo Xiaoshi could finish, Ning Rongrong was already charging in, shouting, "Take this, Tianshan Plum-Plucking Hand!"

It was just like those people who shout about friendship and love, suddenly bursting with hidden potential.

A palm strike landed, indeed dealing damage to Dai Mubai, but it only made him more enraged and flushed with fury.

"Roar!"

The maddened Dai Mubai swept out with a claw; Ning Rongrong, who possessed only the Golden Light Divine Incantation and no evasive footwork, took the brunt of half the damage.

The other half of the damage was blocked for her by Luo Xiaoshi.

"Cough, cough, Senior Brother."

Ning Rongrong did not have a physique as formidable as Luo Xiaoshi's; even this half of the damage was enough to leave her in a bad way.

Her complexion turned poor immediately, and her hands trembled slightly.

"I will handle this."

Seeing Ning Rongrong in pain, Luo Xiaoshi felt as if he had broken his promise.

His expression turned grim and his face darkened, his gaze becoming even more severe as he looked at Dai Mubai.

"Those who harm my Junior Sister shall be punished."

What was the point of distinguishing right from wrong now? Why bother with such things at a time like this?

In an instant, Luo Xiaoshi stopped suppressing himself and channeled the Great Sage Scripture to its limit, while simultaneously activating his second soul skill. His momentum soared abruptly, and for a moment, he bore a striking resemblance to an old acquaintance.

"How is this possible? His momentum is on par with Dai Mubai's."

The people from Shrek still refused to believe such a thing, only Chen An watched the arena, lost in thought.

Another instance of equalized aura? Then the conjecture in his heart was correct; that damn monkey was using the Great Sage Scripture to stir up trouble.

Back on the arena.

Following the shift in Luo Xiaoshi's momentum, two distinct pressures clashed against each other on the field, much like the collision of Conqueror's Haki.

He struck out with his staff, his force unstoppable.

Luo Xiaoshi no longer bothered to stack his staff momentum; he simply fought hard and pressed the attack.

Dai Mubai was not afraid in the slightest, unleashing both the White Tiger Vajra Transformation and the White Tiger Intense Light Wave at full power.

As the energy wave was shattered by the staff, Dai Mubai charged in front of Luo Xiaoshi and brought his claw down.

But Luo Xiaoshi raised his staff to block, planted his feet in a horse stance, and twisted his body to swing downward, the staff moving in perfect harmony with his motion.

"Bang."

As the staff descended, Dai Mubai's combat instincts were fully ignited, and he raised his claws to parry. Fortunately, he blocked quickly enough, resulting in nothing more than being forced to one knee.

Dai Mubai flipped close, unleashing an Intense Light Wave at point-blank range, maximizing the damage.

"Hoo, hoo."

As the Intense Light Wave struck, thick black smoke billowed out. Judging by the situation, Luo Xiaoshi had been hit hard, and under normal circumstances, he should have been in trouble.

However, there is a strange law: in soul master duels, if there is smoke, there is no injury.

This law did not hold entirely true; Luo Xiaoshi was indeed still alive, but he was certainly injured.

As Dai Mubai pulled back, Luo Xiaoshi pursued him closely, his staff following the moment the smoke cleared.

"Eat a blow from your grandfather!!"

If this strike landed, Dai Mubai would almost certainly be in serious trouble. A furious Luo Xiaoshi had no intention of holding back, and his subconscious mind made it impossible for him to do so.

"Slap."

Ignoring all interference, Flender stepped onto the arena and caught the staff, while Chen An also moved up to separate Dai Mubai.

"We concede." Flender did not look at Chen An, but spoke instead to the host.

After speaking, he made Luo Xiaoshi step back two paces, then sighed and looked at Chen An.

"Your student is excellent; I have lost."

Flender was loath to admit it, but the facts were clear. According to his knowledge, this Luo Xiaoshi had only been apprenticed for a little over a year.

In one-on-one scenarios, the team had been routed across the board, and they had been broken through individually—well, except for Ma Hongjun, who had won one match against a non-main team member.

"There is another match tomorrow; we shall fight again then."

With that, Flender hauled Dai Mubai off the field.