The people from Shrek Academy exchanged glances for a while. In the end, Oscar stepped forward with a fawning smile and said:
"Um, Rongrong, since we're support, shouldn't we stay in the back?"
"Isn't the best support the one who takes out all the enemies?"
Ning Rongrong waved her hand dismissively. If they thought they could stop her from taking the trial, they could forget it.
For the next week, the same scene played out over and over.
The referee announced the start of the match. Ning Rongrong buffed herself, then ended the fight with one kick.
If one kick wasn't enough, she used two.
Even Zhao Wuji had suffered when he took Ning Rongrong's Heaven-Pain Kick head-on. What chance did these Soul Elders of wildly varying abilities have?
Over those seven days, Ning Rongrong earned herself the title Saintess of One Kick.
This left Dai Mubai, who badly wanted to show off, so anxious that he scratched at his ears and cheeks, yet there was nothing he could do.
Who could blame him when he was slower than her?
He had already tried releasing his Martial Soul before the match began and charging at the opposing team the instant the signal was given.
But all that usually greeted him was the enormous gust of wind from Ning Rongrong's Heaven-Pain Kick.
Today, the Lecherous Tiger finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Ning, I know you're strong, but can't you leave some for the rest of us?"
"The dean said this was to train our teamwork."
"Bah, you're as slow as an old ox pulling a cart. You're going to blame me for that?"
"You..."
When Ning Rongrong started picking on him, Dai Mubai was so furious his lungs nearly burst.
But she was no longer the cheeky little support who only