Ning Rongrong's Mighty Display

Zhu Zhuqing, who had sustained minor injuries, and Xiao Wu, who had hidden to the side, both had their mouths hanging open in an O-shape.

They simply could not believe their eyes.

Zhao Wuji, a Spirit Saint who had already activated his defensive spirit ability.

Had actually been kicked straight into the air by a support-type Spirit Saint in such a blatant, head-on manner.

"You... aren't you a support-type Spirit Master?"

"As a support-type Spirit Master, it's perfectly reasonable to do something like this every now and then, right?"

Ning Rongrong seemed very satisfied with their shocked expressions, a smug smile appearing on her face.

Humiliated time and time again, Zhao Wuji's inner rage was ignited, and as he rose to his feet once more, he unleashed his third spirit ability, Gravity Enhancement.

The three girls within the range instantly felt their bodies grow heavy.

"Little girl, you've angered me. Prepare to take a slap!"

As he unleashed his Vajra Palm toward Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai and Oscar, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't bear to look and covered their eyes.

You're a support-type, why not just stay far away instead of running up to serve yourself on a platter?

The intense palm wind made Ning Rongrong's expression turn serious; she exerted force through her calves, causing the ground beneath her to cave in.

She then erupted with power, swiftly dodging Zhao Wuji's attack.

"Bang."

The next second, a massive palm print appeared on the ground.

"Not bad reflexes, little girl."

"But how many times can you dodge?"

Watching Zhao Wuji raise his palm and charge again, Ning Rongrong quickly pushed off with her legs, leaping several times until she landed on a giant tree nearby.

Sigh, it seems the role these two women can play is still limited; I have to rely on myself!

Ning Rongrong unfastened the weighted rings on her wrists and ankles, then slowly unbuttoned and removed her weighted inner armor.

She raised her hands and tossed them all onto the ground.

Seeing the weights fall, a trace of disdain flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Tch, what use is a pound or two of scrap metal like that..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the weights on Ning Rongrong's body hit the ground.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, those weights smashed a deep pit three meters in diameter directly into the earth.

Even with a conservative estimate, Zhao Wuji knew these weights were no less than 150 jin.

"Good grief..."

The way Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong in the tree had changed; it was the look one gives to an equal.

Compared to the recognition in Zhao Wuji's heart, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu nearby were filled with horror.

"Are... are you kidding me? Can you even walk while carrying those?"

"To possess such cultivation at this age, she is truly no ordinary person."

"I must ask her for advice later; this training method seems very suitable for me as well."

Setting aside her shock, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have caught a glimpse of a promising path suited for herself, and her favorability toward Ning Rongrong soared.

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists, adapting to her body that had been liberated for the first time in a long while, and a smirk curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Teacher Zhao, let's start over."

"Whoosh!"

As a few leaves drifted slowly to the ground, Ning Rongrong's figure vanished from sight once again.

Zhao Wuji only felt a hurricane strike his side before he was transformed into a human arrow, flying horizontally through the air.

He didn't stop until he slammed into a nearby building.

"Start over? You little girl are too arrogant!"

"Fourth Spirit Ability: Position Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji's spirit power successfully locked onto Ning Rongrong's location, and he charged toward her.

Knowing she could no longer dodge, Ning Rongrong simply stopped trying.

She leaped into the air with all her might, timed it perfectly, and met the charging Zhao Wuji by swinging her right leg down like a battle-axe.

"Full power, Heaven-Pain Kick!"

Zhao Wuji, who had been charging, stopped in his tracks; seeing the right leg descending upon him, his pupils couldn't help but constrict.

He hurriedly braced his legs to stand firm and raised his hands high above his head to block.

As Ning Rongrong's leg struck Zhao Wuji, a wave of air instantly rippled outward.

Zhao Wuji was nailed into the ground as if by a spike, with only his upper body remaining visible.

The ground itself let out a groan under the force of such a heavy blow.

Cracks resembling a spiderweb spread continuously in all directions.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been standing nearby, was sent tumbling by the massive shockwave and scrambled back to her feet, covered in dust and looking disheveled.

As for Little Rabbit, she teleported to a further distance and transformed into the ultimate cheerleader.

She waved her hands incessantly.

"Well done, Ning Rongrong! Beat him hard!"

Having taken the full brunt of the impact head-on, Zhao Wuji felt his internal organs churning, and a trace of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In truth, had he unleashed his full strength from the start, Ning Rongrong would never have been able to harm him.

But arrogance is always a blade that cuts its own wielder.

Zhao Wuji, having underestimated Ning Rongrong, paid the price for it.

Lifting his head slightly, Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted once more.

The figure of Ning Rongrong before him had vanished again, and an angry voice now echoed from behind him.

"That'll teach you to look down on this young lady!"

"Taste the power of my Intracranial Hemorrhage Fist!"

Descending from mid-air, Ning Rongrong focused the entirety of her strength into her right fist, aiming directly for Zhao Wuji's head.

Realizing he could not afford to take this strike head-on, Zhao Wuji no longer cared about saving face, and his fifth soul ring instantly lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze."

The gravity around him shifted abruptly, and Ning Rongrong felt as if a giant hand had pressed down upon her head.

Unable to maintain her balance, she missed her mark and slammed her full-force punch into the ground beside Zhao Wuji.

"Bang!"

Gravel and dust flew everywhere, and the onlookers had lost count of how many times they had dropped their jaws in shock today.

Dai Mubai and Oscar swallowed simultaneously, exchanged glances, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

"Boss Dai, it's a good thing you aren't the examiner."

"Yeah... no kidding. If you took a hit like that, wouldn't you be bedridden for half a month?"

Ning Rongrong stood up and retreated rapidly, while the sharp-eyed Little Rabbit immediately shouted from the sidelines.

"Teacher, you lost! You used your fifth soul skill!"

Zhao Wuji was a good sport; he retracted his martial soul and immediately announced the result.

"She's right. You've passed."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, completely disregarding her image.

"Teacher, you're really tough to beat!"

Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes and said with an unnatural expression, "I'll take that as a compliment."

After resting for a moment, Ning Rongrong stood up and walked over to the pile of weights she had discarded, picking them up one by one to strap them back onto her body.

Little Rabbit, seeing this, hurried over with curiosity.

"Ning Rongrong, how heavy is all that gear?"

"Twenty kilograms per piece; one hundred kilograms in total."

"That... that's so heavy! Do you wear it all the time?"

"I wear it everywhere except when I bathe. How can one succeed without putting in the effort? Do you want to try?"

Hearing this, Little Rabbit quickly retreated a few steps with a sheepish grin, waving her hands in front of her.

"No, no, Big Sister Xiao Wu doesn't need to!"

With the assessment of the three girls concluded, everyone present turned their gaze toward Tang San.

Next, it was time to see the performance of the one among them with the highest soul power.

Perhaps having learned from the previous encounter, Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San with a gaze full of seriousness.

He certainly didn't want to capsize in the gutter twice in one day.

Tang San walked confidently in front of Zhao Wuji and bowed with cupped hands once more.

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level 38 Control-type Soul Elder."

"Please, teacher, offer your guidance."