Will Rongrong Surpass Me?

Night, in the dormitory.

Ning Rongrong lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She was thinking about Flender's words.

"You are a support, not a commander."

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, everyone listened to her commands.

If she said to go east, no one dared to go west. Whatever she said was law.

But at Shrek, that didn't work.

Because no one here would listen to her commands.

Flender wouldn't, and Zhao Wuji wouldn't.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun wouldn't, and Fu Wen certainly wouldn't.

She had to learn to be a support, not a commander.

"Rongrong, you're still awake?"

Oscar's voice came from the bed next to hers.

"Yes."

"Still thinking about what happened today?"

"Mhm."

Oscar was silent for a moment, then said, "Dean Flender is right. You are a support, not a commander. But when you commanded me today, I didn't feel uncomfortable. Because your commands were correct."

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment.

"You told me to attack from the flank, so I attacked from the flank. You told me to force him to make a move, so I forced him to make a move. Your judgment was right."

Oscar paused.

"So I think that not only are you a support, but you can also be a commander."

Ning Rongrong sat up and looked at Oscar. "Brother Ao, are you serious?"

"I'm serious."

Oscar nodded.

"But Dean Flender is also right. Your primary duty is to support, not to command. Only when it is necessary should you speak up. Usually, just doing your own job is enough."

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment and nodded. "I understand."

"Then go to sleep."

Oscar turned over.

"We have training tomorrow."

"Mhm."

Ning Rongrong lay back down and closed her eyes.

Her mind was still replaying the battle from earlier that day.

Support, commander.

She had to do well in both roles.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The night was deep, but the light was still on in Ning Fengzhi's study.

He sat at his desk, holding a secret report that had just arrived from Shrek, his brows occasionally relaxing and then slightly furrowing.

The content of the report was more detailed than any before, recording Ning Rongrong's performance in a recent small-scale skirmish.

Observing, analyzing, and commanding Oscar to find the blind spot in Fu Wen's Flow-Severing, eventually succeeding in touching Fu Wen's clothing.

Ning Fengzhi put down the report and picked up his teacup to take a sip; the tea had already gone cold, but he didn't notice at all.

"Sect Master, still not asleep?"

Gu Rong pushed the door open and frowned when he saw Ning Fengzhi still sitting at the desk.

"I can't sleep." Ning Fengzhi set down the teacup. "Rongrong's performance today surprised me a bit."

"Surprised? Didn't she perform quite well?"

Gu Rong walked over, picked up the report on the table, and glanced at it, his eyes brightening. "This girl actually managed to find the blind spot in Flow-Severing? How long has she been there? Less than half a month, right?"

"Half a month." Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Flender says her combat intuition is very strong, stronger than both Oscar's and Ma Hongjun's."

Gu Rong put down the report, was silent for a moment, and then spoke. "Sect Master, you were worried about Rongrong's temper before, afraid she wouldn't be able to change. Seeing her like this now, you should be at ease."

"At ease? When have I ever been at ease?" Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile. "When she runs thirty laps, my heart aches. When she falls from the sky, my heart aches. When she washes other people's clothes, my heart still aches. I know she needs to go through these things, but I just can't help but ache for her."

Gu Rong said nothing.

He was a Title Douluo who had witnessed countless deaths and slain countless enemies; his heart was harder than iron.

But when it came to Rongrong, his heart was softer than anyone else's.

He felt every word Ning Fengzhi said deep in his own soul.

"Gu Rong, do you think Rongrong will hate me in the future?" Ning Fengzhi suddenly asked.

"Hate you? Why?"

"Hate me for being heartless, for sending her to such a place to suffer."

Gu Rong thought for a moment and shook his head: "No. Although Rongrong is willful, she isn't stupid. She knows you are doing this for her own good."

Ning Fengzhi fell silent for a long time, saying nothing more.

Gu Rong knew what the Sect Master was thinking, so he didn't disturb him further and turned to walk out.

Shrek Academy, dormitory.

Fu Wen lay on his bed with his eyes closed, but his mind was replaying the battle from earlier that day.

Ning Rongrong had discovered the blind spot of Flow-Severing.

This was something he hadn't anticipated.

The blind spot of Flow-Severing did indeed exist.

His tail swept from back to front, requiring a turn to cover the sides.

In high-speed combat, that split second of turning was indeed a flaw.

However, this flaw required extreme speed to exploit.

Oscar's Flying Sausage provided enough speed, Ning Rongrong spotted the opening, and Oscar executed the tactic; the two of them had coordinated perfectly to succeed.

Although Oscar's punch hadn't caused him any damage, the tactic itself had been a success.

Fu Wen opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

The young miss's rate of improvement was much faster than he had expected.

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

She was no longer that spoiled little princess, but a Soul Master who could think, observe, and coordinate.

Was this a good thing, or a bad thing?

Fu Wen thought about it and decided it was a good thing.

The stronger Ning Rongrong became, the stronger Shrek's overall strength would be.

As future enemies grew stronger, they would need even stronger companions.

"Brother Wen, are you asleep?" Ma Hongjun's voice came from nearby.

"No."

"Do you think Rongrong will surpass me in the future?" There was a hint of worry in Ma Hongjun's tone.

"Isn't it normal for her to surpass you?" Fu Wen said indifferently.

"What kind of thing is that to say?" Ma Hongjun sat up: "I'm a genius too, alright! Evil Fire Phoenix! A top-tier beast Martial Soul!"

"You are a genius, too." Fu Wen glanced at him: "But your genius is in combat, while hers is in her brain."

Ma Hongjun froze for a moment, thought about it, and then lay back down.

"What you said actually makes some sense."

Fu Wen didn't reply, closed his eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Ning Rongrong appeared on the training ground again.

Today, she was even earlier than Fu Wen.

By the time Fu Wen arrived, she had already run ten laps.

"Why are you so early today?" Fu Wen was somewhat surprised.

"I couldn't sleep." Ning Rongrong didn't stop her pace: "I thought about yesterday's events all night."

"And what did you come up with?"

"I figured out that besides the sides, your Flow-Severing has another blind spot."

Fu Wen raised an eyebrow: "What blind spot?"

"Under your feet." Ning Rongrong stopped and looked at Fu Wen: "Your tail sweeps horizontally; it can't hit the ground. If someone attacks your lower stance from the ground, your Flow-Severing is useless."

Fu Wen fell silent.

Ning Rongrong was right.

The attack range of Flow-Severing was at the waist and above; it truly had a blind spot against ground-level attacks.

But the question was, who would attack him from the ground?

"I know what you're thinking."

Ning Rongrong said: "You think no one will attack you from the ground because your opponents all fight standing up. But what if one day you encounter an opponent skilled in earth-burrowing techniques? Or a soul beast that can attack from underground?"