Douluo: Selling Ning Rongrong Mission Card, She Dropped Out Chapter 35

"Since when has the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect been hiding a trump card like this?"

Flender could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes; he was intimidated.

"Holy crap! Ning Rongrong, is she a Title Douluo?"

Oscar was startled, his expression incredibly vivid as his body trembled slightly.

"A red spirit ring... that is a spirit ring from a powerful hundred-thousand-year spirit beast..."

Xiao Wu found it hard to believe, her delicate body shivering, for she herself was a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit who had transformed into a human.

Click, clack!

Tang San clenched his fists, a sharp, piercing light erupting from his eyes as he stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing must share a massive secret! he thought to himself.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to go from a Great Spirit Master to a Title Douluo!

And her martial soul couldn't have changed from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda into the Ice Dragon King!

If she had possessed such formidable power from the start, she absolutely would never have enrolled in Shrek Academy in the first place!

It seems that after leaving the academy these past few days, she obtained a tremendous opportunity at that so-called 'Quest Card Shop'!!

Quest Card Shop!

I will remember this!!

Tang San felt an intense desire to grow stronger. Based on his deductions, the reason Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had become so powerful was inextricably linked to the 'Quest Card Shop' she had mentioned!

Now, Tang San silently made a note in his heart; he would definitely pay a visit to the Quest Card Shop.

"Rongrong, you're amazing!" Zhu Zhuqing felt a mix of envy and admiration. This Red-Level Reward is truly terrifying! she thought.

At the same time, because Zhu Zhuqing was standing relatively close to Ning Rongrong, she felt a trace of chill creeping over her body.

Just then, Ning Rongrong released a gentle blue light at the perfect moment, enveloping Zhu Zhuqing's sexy figure.

Instantly, Zhu Zhuqing felt a wave of warmth wash over her, and the cold vanished.

Following this, Ning Rongrong's icy gaze fell coldly upon Flender. "Flender, do you still have the ability to lecture me?"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong's voice rolled like thunder; at the same time, it was as cold as ice picks, stabbing directly into Flender's heart.

"I... I..."

Flender couldn't get a word out for a long time.

He was merely a seven-ring Spirit Saint; how could he possibly defeat the nine-ring Title Douluo, Ning Rongrong, standing before him?

"What 'I'?"

"Daring to show me disrespect—kneel down for me first!"

Ning Rongrong scolded him coldly.

Simultaneously, the Ice Dragon King opened its massive maw and exhaled its Ice Breath toward Flender.

It was a bone-chilling cold; wherever it passed, everything froze solid!

Flender was completely unable to resist. After being hit by the Ice Breath, he felt a chill run through his entire body, as if even his blood had been frozen solid.

An immensely powerful and frigid pressure bore down upon him.

Thump—!!

Unable to withstand it, Flender collapsed directly to his knees.

"Your Excellency... it was Flender who was rude... I am sorry..."

Flender begged for mercy with great difficulty.

Spirit masters had their dignity and would not easily kneel to beg for mercy.

But in front of a powerful Title Douluo, their so-called dignity was not worth mentioning; it was as cheap as grass.

Especially for Flender, who had endured countless hardships and spent his entire youth cultivating to the level of a Spirit Saint.

He knew even better the terrifying nature of a Title Douluo with nine red spirit rings.

Flender couldn't even muster the heart to defy her; he only wanted... to live!

Moreover, if he were facing any other Title Douluo, Flender might have stood his ground and not knelt so easily.

But the Douluo Excellency before him was none other than the twelve-year-old little witch, Ning Rongrong!

This Ning Rongrong was a little devil, practically a lunatic who wouldn't reason with anyone.

If she dared to defy her, she would surely meet a miserable end; even if she didn't die, she would suffer unimaginably horrific torture.

Flender, who was well-acquainted with Ning Rongrong's temperament, dared not provoke her now that she possessed the cultivation of a Titled Douluo.

Looking at Dean Flender, who was kneeling on the ground before her.

A beautiful smile bloomed on Ning Rongrong's lovely face.

"Dean Flender, er, no, that's not right—Little Cat-Bird... Little Bird-Man!"

"That's right, Little Bird-Man, do you still dare to lecture me on behalf of my father?"

Ning Rongrong looked down at him, speaking with extreme arrogance.

"In reply to Your Excellency, I dare not; I am not qualified!"

Flender shook his head repeatedly.

Off to the side.

Tang San, Oscar, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others were stiffened by the freezing environment surrounding them.

Watching Dean Flender's instantaneous submission.

Their spirits plummeted to rock bottom, and they felt deeply humiliated.

Flender, however, was not thinking the same way; he comforted himself internally: "Kneeling before a Titled Douluo is not shameful!"

"I am merely putting my own teaching philosophy into practice: when encountering an invincible powerhouse, one must run for their life!"

"Even if one cannot run, one must temporarily know when to yield, swallow one's pride, and prioritize survival above all else...!"

While Flender comforted himself.

He also decided that once Ning Rongrong left, he would use these very arguments to re-establish his authority in front of Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar!

Listening to Flender's humble words.

Ning Rongrong was very satisfied and continued:

"Little Bird-Man, answer me now: are you still qualified to teach Zhuqing and me how to cultivate?"

Flender shook his head like a rattle-drum and said, "Your Excellency, you are so powerful that I am not qualified to teach you!"

"Good!" Ning Rongrong said with satisfaction. "Then, Zhu Zhuqing and I are withdrawing from the academy starting today. You are not qualified to instruct us!"

"Little Bird-Man, remember this: it is you who are unfit to be a teacher. We are withdrawing; we are not being expelled by you!"

Flender nodded repeatedly, chiming in, "Yes, Your Excellency, I am unfit! You have withdrawn, and there is no longer any relationship between us!"

"Hmm, very good! Little Bird-Man, I am very satisfied with your performance," Ning Rongrong said.

Then, her gaze swept toward Tang San, Oscar, Xiao Wu, and the others, and she said, "This is the Dean Flender you are so proud of, now shamelessly kneeling before me!"

"I recall him saying that auxiliary-type soul masters are the easiest to kill, so one must run every day to master the art of fleeing!"

"Look at this Little Bird-Man; he is practicing what he preaches right now!"

"As soul masters, why should we fear a battle? When facing a true powerhouse, even if you had wings, you would find it hard to escape!"

"That eternal, unchanging running is nothing but a waste of time!"

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, you are both intelligent people; whether this Little Bird-Man's words are credible or not—"

"I believe you already have the answer in your hearts!"

"As for you, Oscar, Dai Mubai, you have already been corrupted by Flender, learning only to bully the weak and fear the strong!"

"Facing a powerhouse, you don't even have the courage to lift your heads!!"

After Ning Rongrong finished speaking, she scanned the crowd.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Oscar all remained silent.

They felt that what Ning Rongrong said made sense, but they dared not agree, fearing they might offend Flender.

Neither Flender nor Ning Rongrong was someone they could afford to offend.

For them, keeping their mouths shut was their greatest salvation!

Having said her piece, Ning Rongrong felt much more at ease.

Then, she looked down at Flender from her position of superiority.

A verbal vent alone was not enough for her.

She wanted to take action herself, to make Flender remember her words for the rest of his life, to ensure he would never dare to provoke her again.

Back in the sect, her father, Ning Fengzhi, had used cruel methods to punish traitors, leaving them with a lifetime of painful memories while serving as a warning to others!

"Little Bird-Man, do you have any objections?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"None!" Flender shook his head and replied.

In reality, a surge of rage was already boiling within him, and the intent to kill had taken root.

If looks could kill, he would have surely looked up and torn Ning Rongrong to pieces.

"Good, as long as you don't!"

Ning Rongrong nodded in satisfaction, then stepped forward twice.

Next.

The Ice Dragon King upon Ning Rongrong's delicate frame exhaled a pale, frigid breath from between its crystalline teeth, striking Flender's physical body head-on.

"Ah!"

Flender was frozen stiff, his complexion turning deathly pale in an instant.

Having restrained Flender's form.

Ning Rongrong raised her right hand and swung it fiercely toward Flender's mouth.

Whoosh!

Ning Rongrong's palm whistled through the air, carrying a powerful gust.

Bang!

The forceful palm struck Flender's pale, pointed face directly.

It sent a spray of bloody saliva flying and knocked him sprawling to the ground.

Ning Rongrong's strike possessed immense power.

After all, this was a blow from a nine-ring Titled Douluo; Flender's face swelled up instantly, caught completely off guard.

However, Ning Rongrong did not stop there.

"Little bird-man, are you playing dead? Get back on your knees!"

Ning Rongrong said coldly.

As she spoke, she projected a surge of formidable soul power onto Flender, hauling his body back up.