Ning Rongrong, Who Walks the Muscle Barbie Path

"Hey!"

"Heaven-Pain Kick!"

"Bang."

On the grassy bank of the lake, Ning Rongrong leaped into mid-air, her right leg descending like a battle-axe toward the Rock-Crushing Turtle, which had retracted its entire body into its shell like a small mountain.

A dull, heavy thud echoed out.

Yet, it failed to shake the shell in the slightest.

The same scene had been repeating itself constantly over the past few days.

Having mastered the force-generation techniques of Super Strength, she could naturally execute this variation of the Heaven-Pain Kick with ease.

However, limited by the strength of her soul power, she had consistently failed to shatter the shell before her.

Instead, the constant recoil left her legs numb.

Seeing the deadline for the trial drawing ever closer, Ning Rongrong, having achieved nothing, began to grow anxious.

In the end, it was Gu Rong, who had been observing the entire time, who raised a question.

"Tell me, Rongrong, did this trial ever mention that you aren't allowed to use the Glazed Pagoda for support?"

"Hmm?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, and Chen Xin all looked up and glared at Gu Rong simultaneously.

It made him feel thoroughly uncomfortable.

"W-what? If it's not allowed, it's not allowed, why are you all staring at me?"

"If it were really that simple, would we need your old bones to point it out?"

Chen Xin's retort had barely left his lips when Ning Rongrong interrupted him.

The young girl's face was now full of joy, as if she had discovered a shortcut to completing the trial.

"No, it really doesn't seem to mention that using the Glazed Pagoda for support is forbidden."

The Battle God demanded an increase in the successor's physical strength, so Ning Rongrong had subconsciously assumed that external forces were prohibited.

But upon carefully reviewing the trial information, she realized she had never seen such a restriction.

"Haha, thank you, Bone Grandpa! Let me try again."

"The Seven Treasures has a name: first, Power; second, Speed!"

Summoning the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, she quickly applied two layers of support to herself.

As the two halos of light entered her body, Ning Rongrong instantly felt her strength and speed surge by thirty percent.

"I've been using my fists and legs so much lately that I forgot I'm a support-type soul master."

"Watch this, my Heaven-Pain Kick!"

With her strength greatly increased, Ning Rongrong stepped back a few paces, then charged forward again and leaped high into the air.

Her right leg slammed into the turtle shell with the force of a thunderbolt.

"BOOM!"

This explosion was louder than any that had come before.

The force seemed to penetrate the shell and strike the ground beneath.

Spiderweb-like cracks slowly spread across the grass under the Rock-Crushing Turtle.

And on the shell, which had previously remained motionless, a tiny crack appeared.

How could such a sight escape the eyes of Title Douluo?

Seeing this, Gu Rong immediately shouted in pleasant surprise:

"It's working! Quick, quick!"

"Rongrong, put in a little more effort!"

"You got it! Watch my Heaven-Pain Kick!"

Retreating several dozen meters, Ning Rongrong repeated her previous maneuver.

"BOOM."

Accompanied by another strike of the Heaven-Pain Kick, the cracks on the Rock-Crushing Turtle's shell suddenly widened and spread across its entire body.

"One more time and it's done!"

After repeated efforts, the Rock-Crushing Turtle's formidable defense was finally broken by Ning Rongrong.

A century-old soul ring rose quietly into the air.

And in Ning Rongrong's mind, the notification that the trial was complete rang out immediately.

"Battle God's Fourteenth Trial, I Achieve My Dreams With My Feet I, has been completed."

"Reward: 40 days of cultivation, all soul ring ages increased by 15 years."

"Battle God's Fifteenth Trial: Achieving Dreams with My Two Feet II."

"Maintain limb balance."

"Use your feet as hammers to shatter the shells of ten Century-level Rock-Crushing Turtles."

"Time limit: ten days."

Ning Rongrong, who had just been immersed in the joy of completing her previous trial, stood frozen in place.

She hadn't rested for over a month, alright? Was there any way for a person to live?

Watching Ning Rongrong's back, which was filled with resentment, Sword, Bone, and Ning Fengzhi were instantly dumbfounded, unable to understand what had happened.

"Rongrong, where are you going?"

"I'm going to beat ten of them!"

In Suotuo City, inside the Broom Shop.

The corners of Lu Xian's mouth curled into a smirk.

"You like exploiting loopholes, do you? Well, I'll let you exploit them to your heart's content."

The support provided by the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda was indeed something he hadn't fully accounted for.

Of course, he didn't care too much; that was her own Martial Soul, and using it was perfectly reasonable.

It was just that the feeling of being exploited made him decide to turn up the intensity for her.

Several times in a row, he had assigned Ning Rongrong tasks involving beating turtles.

The only difference was that the quantity increased by dozens of times each time.

Following the title of Mighty Lumberjack, Ning Rongrong had now earned the title of Tortoise Terminator.

It wasn't until Ning Rongrong could easily shatter the shells of Rock-Crushing Turtles that Lu Xian changed his approach to the trials.

This was partly due to the growth in her soul power after completing several trials, but more importantly, she had mastered Super Strength to a certain degree.

Such trials no longer posed any real difficulty for her.

"Since that's the case, let's start a comprehensive physical enhancement quest chain until the next major trial."

Far away at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong looked at the Century-level soul rings scattered across the ground, a sense of pride rising in her heart.

In the past, as a mere support-type soul master, she would never have been able to accomplish this.

"Sigh, I wonder how many more turtles I have to kill; these few hundred aren't even enough!"

"And those hatchlings will take a hundred years to grow up!"

Fortunately, it seemed the Battle God understood her current predicament, and as the next trial was issued, Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Battle God's Seventeenth Trial: Advanced Physique."

"Your current physique is no longer worthy of who you have become."

"Run ten laps around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Requirement: Carry a load of fifty kilograms."

"Time limit: one week."

Ning Rongrong, who had been quite relaxed upon seeing the running task, was instantly stunned when she saw the fifty-kilogram weight requirement.

"I don't even weigh fifty kilograms myself, okay?"

"Isn't this a bit excessive?"

"Does the examinee wish to change the trial task? If you choose to change, the trial will be updated to kicking a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in the rear and successfully escaping!"

"Do you wish to proceed with the change?"

"No, no, no, no need!!"

"Isn't it just a fifty-kilogram load? It's perfectly fine!"

Upon hearing the prospect of kicking a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Ning Rongrong instantly wilted; unless one had a death wish, who would dare to play like that?

Full of complaints, Ning Rongrong had no choice but to find Ning Fengzhi and ask him to craft suitable weighted gear for her.

Ning Fengzhi was initially very surprised; fifty kilograms was strenuous even for him, let alone his daughter, who was only a Soul Grand Master.

But upon hearing it was a requirement of the God's Trial, Ning Fengzhi had to suppress his objections, and within a day, he had crafted a full set of weighted gear for his daughter.

A ten-kilogram weighted vest, along with ten-kilogram wrist and ankle bands.

These were all crafted from rare metals, with beautiful and exquisite workmanship that didn't look bulky at all.

However, once Ning Rongrong put on all the weights, she still found it difficult to take a single step.

"My goodness, do I really have to run ten laps like this?"

"Forget it, whatever. I'll just run first and see."

With every step Ning Rongrong took, she left deep footprints in the ground, and as she disappeared through the sect gates, Ning Fengzhi and the others sighed with worry.

"This Battle God is intent on forcibly molding Rongrong into a Battle Soul Master!"

"It is hard to say whether this will be a blessing or a curse for the sect."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and gave a wry smile:

"Regardless, that is a god we are dealing with; we have no other choice."

"With Martial Soul Hall eyeing the various powers on the continent with increasing hostility in recent years, we need Rongrong to become a top-tier combatant to carry the entire sect in the future."