The Deterrence of Flow-Severing! The Eldest Miss's Stubbornness!

Oscar's mind went blank as he fell from the sky.

The moment his Light Wings vanished, he felt as if someone had kicked him right off the clouds.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the ground magnified before his eyes.

He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the impending pain.

But the pain never came.

A hand grabbed his collar, yanking him to a halt with brute force.

Oscar opened his eyes to see Fu Wen's expressionless face.

"How many times have I told you? Do not attack me from behind."

Fu Wen let go, and Oscar landed on his backside, gasping for air.

"I... I wasn't trying to ambush you from behind, I just wanted to circle around to your back..."

Oscar's voice trembled, half from fright and half from grievance.

"Is there a difference between circling to the back and ambushing from behind?"

Fu Wen stared at him.

Oscar opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, the glow of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda still lingering in her hands.

She looked at Fu Wen, her eyes complex.

Just a moment ago, she hadn't even been able to track Fu Wen's movements.

She had only seen the tail of the Divine Crocodile Phantom sweep out, causing Oscar's Light Wings to vanish before he plummeted.

This was Flow-Severing.

It forcibly interrupted the flow of Soul Power for three seconds.

Within those three seconds, the opponent's Soul Power could not circulate properly, and no soul skills could be released.

Three seconds sounded short, but in battle, three seconds were enough to decide life and death.

"Continue."

Flender's voice came from the side.

"The incense stick hasn't burned out yet."

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and looked at Oscar: "Brother Ao, can you still fight?"

Oscar scrambled up from the ground, rubbing his bruised backside: "I can."

"Then let's go again."

This time, Ning Rongrong didn't rush to buff Oscar.

She stood directly in front of Fu Wen, carefully observing his movements.

Fu Wen's Flow-Severing was powerful, but it had a clear limitation: it had to strike the opponent with his tail to trigger.

In other words, as long as he wasn't hit by that tail, Flow-Severing would be useless.

"Brother Ao, don't attack him from behind."

Ning Rongrong lowered her voice.

"Go for his side."

"The side?"

"Yes. His tail sweeps from back to front; his side is his blind spot."

Oscar paused for a moment, then nodded, ate another Flying Sausage, and spread his Light Wings.

This time, he didn't fly behind Fu Wen, but hovered to his left.

"Seven Treasures have fame, the first is: Power!"

Ning Rongrong buffed Oscar once more.

Oscar dove down from the left, throwing a punch toward Fu Wen's shoulder.

Fu Wen dodged to the side, and Oscar's fist missed.

But he didn't stop, immediately following up with another punch.

Fu Wen didn't counterattack; he only dodged.

Flender had said he could only defend, not counterattack.

But that didn't mean he couldn't evade.

With his reaction speed and body control, Oscar's fists couldn't even touch him.

"Too fast, I can't hit him at all."

Oscar landed back on the ground, panting heavily.

"Don't chase him to attack."

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment.

"Force him to make a move."

"How do I force him?"

"Use the speed of the Flying Sausage to move rapidly around him. He isn't afraid of you hitting him, but he hates you circling him constantly. As soon as he moves, his tail will follow. That moment will be his opening."

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with astonishment.

This young miss had been here for less than half a month, yet she could actually think of this?

Her combat intuition was far stronger than his.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Oscar took flight once again.

This time, he didn't attack, but instead circled around Fu Wen at an extremely high speed.

The speed of the Flying Sausage was so fast that Oscar's figure formed a circle of blue afterimages around Fu Wen.

Fu Wen's brows furrowed slightly.

Ning Rongrong was right; he wasn't afraid of Oscar hitting him, but he didn't like being circled.

It wasn't a threat; it was annoying.

The tail of the Divine Crocodile Phantom twitched.

It was only a slight movement, but Oscar saw it.

He abruptly changed direction, charging in from Fu Wen's front.

Fu Wen's tail had just swept past from the left and couldn't be retracted in time.

The front was his blind spot.

Oscar slammed a fist into Fu Wen's chest.

Bang.

A muffled thud echoed.

Fu Wen didn't budge an inch.

Oscar's fist throbbed with pain.

"I hit him."

Oscar stood frozen in place, unable to believe he had actually landed a hit.

Ning Rongrong was also stunned, then jumped up in excitement: "You hit him! Brother Ao, you hit him!"

Ma Hongjun clapped from the sidelines: "Brother Ao, you're awesome!"

Fu Wen looked down at his own chest, then looked back up at Oscar and nodded: "Not bad."

Oscar almost burst into tears.

This was the first time Fu Wen had praised him.

Flender stood in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

This girl, Ning Rongrong, had more brains than he had imagined.

She didn't rely on brute force; she relied on her mind.

She discovered the blind spot of the Flow-Severing, used speed to create pressure, forced Fu Wen to act, and then seized the opening to strike true.

Although Oscar's punch hadn't caused any damage to Fu Wen, the rule was that making contact counted as a win.

They had won.

"One incense stick of time has passed. Oscar and Ning Rongrong are the victors."

Flender announced.

Ning Rongrong smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits.

She ran up to Oscar and held out her hand: "Brother Ao, we won!"

Oscar took her hand and smiled too: "We won, we won."

Ma Hongjun ran over and hugged them both: "That was amazing! You actually managed to touch Brother Wen!"

Fu Wen stood to the side, watching the three of them huddled together, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

The young miss was improving very quickly.

She was more than a grade stronger than when she had first arrived.

It wasn't just her strength, but her mindset.

She had learned to observe, learned to think, and learned to coordinate as a team.

These were things she could never have learned at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Only in actual combat can one truly master it.

"Alright, alright, stop hugging."

Flender walked over.

"Today's training ends here. Rongrong, stay behind for a moment."

Ning Rongrong released Oscar and walked up to Flender: "Dean, what is it?"

"You performed very well today."

Flender looked at her.

"But you made a mistake."

Ning Rongrong was stunned: "What mistake?"

"You are too reliant on Oscar."

Flender pushed up his glasses.

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is a support-type Martial Soul. The role of a support-type is not to command teammates, but to make them stronger. You spent the whole time today telling Oscar how to fight; that is not your duty."

Ning Rongrong fell silent.

"Your duty is to provide the most effective buffs to your teammates in the shortest amount of time. As for how to fight, that is the teammates' business."

Flender's tone was very calm.

"You are a support, not a commander."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head: "I understand."

"Good that you know."

Flender patted her on the shoulder.

"Go back and rest."

Ning Rongrong turned and walked away, but stopped after a few steps and looked back at Fu Wen.

Fu Wen was still standing on the training ground, lost in thought.

She bit her lip, said nothing, and walked away quickly.