Everyone Battles Zhao Wuji!

Fu Wen looked at her, a trace of seriousness entering his eyes.

"Where did you learn to think like that?"

"Nobody taught me." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "I came up with it myself."

Fu Wen fell silent.

He remembered what Ma Hongjun had said the night before: her talent was in her mind.

That was certainly true.

This kind of battle instinct and tactical insight couldn't be taught. It was innate.

"You're right." Fu Wen nodded. "Flow-Severing does have a blind spot on the ground. Thanks for pointing it out."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then smiled.

It was the first time Fu Wen had ever said "thank you" to her.

"You're welcome." She lifted her chin proudly, then turned and continued running.

Fu Wen watched her running figure recede, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

This young lady was getting more and more interesting.

In the morning, Flender called the four children together.

"Today's training is about teamwork."

With his hands behind his back, Flender paced in front of them. "The four of you will be fighting together from now on. So starting today, you need to learn to work in sync."

"Ning Rongrong is support. Her main role is to boost Oscar and Ma Hongjun."

"Oscar is a food-type Soul Master. His main role is to provide Flying Sausages and Recovery Sausages."

"Ma Hongjun is a Power Attack System Soul Master. His main role is to deal damage."

"Fu Wen is a Power Attack System Soul Master. His main role is close combat and interruption."

"Your task is simple: force Zhao Wuji to retreat three steps within the time it takes one incense stick to burn."

The four children all turned to look at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji stood in the middle of the training field with his arms crossed and a faint smile on his lips.

"Come on. Let me see what you four little monsters can do."

"Seven Treasures Famous: First, Strength!"

Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul first, sending two beams of golden light to envelop Oscar and Ma Hongjun.

Oscar ate a Flying Sausage, spread his Light Wings, and took to the sky.

Ma Hongjun unleashed Phoenix Holy Light Strike, and five golden Light Feathers formed behind him.

Fu Wen released his Martial Soul. A Divine Crocodile Phantom appeared behind him, and two deep-yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Go!"

Fu Wen charged first.

He was fast, but Zhao Wuji was faster.

The evasion ability of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage was beyond comparison with that of a two-ring Soul Master.

Fu Wen's fist skimmed past Zhao Wuji's clothes without landing a hit.

But this wasn't a one-man fight.

Ma Hongjun's Light Feathers followed close behind, shooting at Zhao Wuji from the side.

Zhao Wuji dodged sideways, but Oscar dived from above and slammed a fist into his shoulder.

Zhao Wuji raised his arm to block, but Oscar was moving too fast. His body swayed slightly.

"It worked!" Oscar shouted excitedly.

"Keep going!" Fu Wen charged again.

This time, instead of using his fists, he spun and lashed out with his tail.

The Divine Crocodile Phantom's tail swept across, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's waist.

Flow-Severing!

Zhao Wuji felt a strange power surge into his body, forcibly interrupting the flow of his Soul Power for an instant.

It lasted only an instant, but that was enough.

Ma Hongjun's Light Feathers seized the opening. All five struck Zhao Wuji in the chest.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Five dull impacts rang out, and Zhao Wuji retreated one step.

"One step!" Ma Hongjun leaped up excitedly.

"Two more to go!" Ning Rongrong shouted, boosting Oscar and Ma Hongjun again.

Fu Wen gave Zhao Wuji no time to catch his breath.

He charged once more, this time using Primordial Bite.

The Divine Crocodile Phantom opened its jaws and bit fiercely at Zhao Wuji's arm.

Zhao Wuji didn't dare take the blow head-on. He dodged sideways, but Fu Wen's attack forced him to retreat.

The second step.

"One more!" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled slightly.

Oscar dived from above, Ma Hongjun attacked from the front, and Fu Wen blocked Zhao Wuji from the side.

Three people, three directions, attacking all at once.

The corners of Zhao Wuji's mouth lifted slightly.

"Not bad."

He threw a punch, unleashing the Soul Power of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage and knocking all three children back at once.

But at the instant he punched, his foot took a small step back.

The third step.

The incense stick burned down.

Flender called a halt.

"Teacher Zhao, you retreated three steps!" Ning Rongrong was the first to react.

Zhao Wuji looked down at where he was standing, then at the three children, and smiled.

"You win."

"Yeah!"

Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun hugged each other and jumped up.

Oscar landed, panting from exhaustion, but beaming.

Fu Wen stood there, his expression calm, though a hint of amusement showed in his eyes.

Zhao Wuji walked over to Flender and lowered his voice. "These four kids are going places."

Flender pushed up his glasses and said nothing, but the curve of his lips gave away how pleased he was.

Seeing how excited the four children were, Zhao Wuji couldn't help shaking his head.

"Alright, alright. Don't celebrate too soon. You forced me back three steps because I only used thirty percent of my strength. When you can force me back ten steps, then you'll have something to brag about."

Ning Rongrong pouted. "Teacher Zhao, can't you praise us just once?"

"Praise you? You've still got a long way to go." Zhao Wuji said it, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Flender walked over and clapped his hands. "That's enough training for today. Go get some rest."

"Dean, I want to train a little longer," Ning Rongrong suddenly said.

Flender glanced at her. "Aren't you tired?"

"I am."

Ning Rongrong wiped the sweat from her forehead. "But I still want to practice flying. When I was boosting Oscar in the air today, I realized I still don't have steady enough control over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. When my Light Wings flap, the light from the boost wobbles."

Flender paused, then nodded. "Go ahead, but don't train too late."

Ning Rongrong ran to the middle of the training field, ate the Flying Sausage Oscar gave her, spread her blue Light Wings, and slowly rose into the air.

She didn't fly high, only hovering a zhang above the ground as she released the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's boosting light again and again.

Fu Wen stood at the edge of the field, watching Ning Rongrong practice in the air without saying a word.

"Brother Wen, why do you think Rongrong works so hard?" Ma Hongjun came over and asked quietly.

"Because she wants to get stronger," Fu Wen said evenly.

"I want to get stronger too, but I don't work as hard as she does."

"That's why you're not as strong as she is."

Ma Hongjun's mouth twitched. He had nothing more to say.

Oscar walked over and handed him a Big Sausage. "Here. Have one to refuel."

Ma Hongjun took it and bit into it. "Oscar, do you think we'll keep getting better at working together like we did today?"

"We will." Oscar nodded. "As long as the four of us stick together, there's no enemy we can't beat."

Ma Hongjun thought for a moment, then nodded firmly.

Ning Rongrong was still practicing above the field.

Her figure stretched long in the sunset, blue Light Wings and golden boosting light woven together like a butterfly in the middle of its transformation.

Flender watched from a distance, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

This girl had more grit than he'd expected.

Ning Fengzhi had been right to send her here.

"Dean, what are you looking at?" Zhao Wuji walked over.

"The future." Flender pushed up his glasses.

Zhao Wuji followed his gaze and saw Ning Rongrong flying, Fu Wen standing nearby, and Oscar and Ma Hongjun eating sausages.

Four children, four personalities, four Martial Souls—but together, they made a strangely harmonious whole.

"The future is certainly something to look forward to." Zhao Wuji smiled.