This Pretty Junior, Want a Sausage?

"What was that? Didn't Ning Rongrong already use two soul skills? How did she have a third? Could she be a Soul Elder?" Dai Mubai muttered.

The moment Ning Rongrong landed, she did not stop. Her right hand continued holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to maintain her support, while her left hand pushed toward Zhao Wuji.

A fist-sized ball of water condensed out of thin air and shot toward Zhao Wuji's face.

Immediately afterward, she stamped her left foot against the ground. An earthy yellow spike thrust up from beneath Zhao Wuji's feet, stabbing straight at his ankle.

The water ball and earth spike were insignificant to Zhao Wuji, but their timing was perfect. They struck precisely during the gap after his fists hit the ground, when his scattered force had yet to be drawn back in.

Zhao Wuji tilted his head aside to dodge the water ball and shifted his feet to evade the earth spike, but those two interruptions forcibly broke his forward momentum for half a beat.

Half a beat was enough.

Using Tang San's push, Xiao Wu shot toward Zhao Wuji like an arrow. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him from multiple directions. Zhu Zhuqing's figure silently appeared at his flank.

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly. "Interesting!"

Instead of pursuing Ning Rongrong first, he chose to face the three charging him head-on. Xiao Wu's feet landed on his shoulders, Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his entire body, and Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws frantically slashed at his back.

It was exactly the same as the original course of the battle.

But Ning Rongrong's presence changed the rhythm.

Whenever Zhao Wuji prepared to exert force and break free, a curtain of water or an earth spike would appear at the most critical moment in the corner of his vision. The damage was nearly nonexistent, but the disruption was perfectly timed.

Once, as Zhao Wuji prepared to slap Tang San, who was trapped by Blue Silver Grass, the ground beneath his feet suddenly became slick as ice. His footing slipped, and thirty percent of the force behind that palm strike dispersed.

Tang San sharply caught the opportunity. Using Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to borrow force and redirect it, he threw Zhao Wuji's center of gravity off balance.

Xiao Wu's soft skill activated at the same moment. Her scorpion braid wrapped around Zhao Wuji's ankle, and she threw her entire body into a reversal.

Boom!

Zhao Wuji's body was slammed toward the ground.

Though someone of his strength had suffered almost no injury, that string of coordination had made the smile vanish from his face.

"Enough." Zhao Wuji rose from the ground and patted the dirt off his head. His gaze swept across the four of them before settling on Ning Rongrong.

"You, girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, your abilities aren't simple."

All seven of his Soul Rings lit up at once. Two yellow, two purple, and three black rings—terrifying pressure poured forth.

"Then I'll deal with you first."

Zhao Wuji shot toward Ning Rongrong.

This time, he was serious. He was at least three times faster than before. Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted as her left hand hurriedly activated Wind Empress Qimen beneath her feet.

Her body vanished again.

She reappeared seven meters away.

Zhao Wuji paused for an instant, changed direction, and charged again.

Ning Rongrong vanished once more.

She reappeared ten meters away.

But her face had already turned pale. Spatial displacement consumed far more than she had imagined. Every transfer felt as if a huge portion of her Soul Power had been ripped from her body.

After the third displacement, fine beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead.

Zhao Wuji saw through her. The corners of his mouth lifted as he accelerated toward Ning Rongrong again.

This time, Ning Rongrong did not choose to displace herself. Gritting her teeth, she thrust her left hand forward. A visible current of air condensed into a translucent barrier before her.

A wind wall.

Zhao Wuji punched it.

Bang!

The wind wall shattered. Ning Rongrong was shoved backward several meters by the impact, her heels carving two deep grooves in the ground. Yet she did not fall. Her feet remained rooted where she stood.

Her teeth clenched tight, her left hand braced on her knee, while her right hand continued maintaining the support glow of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"The support didn't break?" Zhao Wuji was slightly stunned.

He had assumed that Ning Rongrong would be unable to maintain the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda while using all those strange abilities. Yet the enhancement glow on Tang San and the other two was still there.

This girl was fighting with two sets of abilities active at once.

The consumption was imaginable.

Zhao Wuji did not pursue Ning Rongrong again. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had already wrapped around him once more, while Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing closed in from both sides.

The battle continued.

With the support of Ning Rongrong's Wind Empress Qimen, the four of them lasted nearly twice as long as they normally would have through their coordination. But when Zhao Wuji began using his first Soul Ring skill, Immovable Wisdom King Body, the gap between them immediately showed.

Golden light erupted.

Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws were sent flying away. Both her arms were dislocated, and she passed out immediately.

Xiao Wu was shaken until she spat blood, while Tang San's Blue Silver Grass roots shattered.

Zhao Wuji strode forward and raised a massive golden palm.

At that moment, red light abruptly flared in Xiao Wu's eyes as her bewilderment soul skill met Zhao Wuji head-on.

Zhao Wuji's mind went dizzy.

The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes collided with the golden light in Zhao Wuji's. The backlash instantly crushed her. Blood flowed from her nose and mouth as she fainted directly into Tang San's arms.

Tang San's eyes turned red.

He laid Xiao Wu on the ground, then turned and walked toward Zhao Wuji.

"Tang San." Ning Rongrong's voice came from behind him. Her face was pale, and sweat slid down her cheeks from her forehead, but her gaze remained clear. "Calm down."

Tang San turned back to look at her.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and barely straightened herself. "She's fine. She only fainted from Soul Power backlash. If you rush in and fight him head-on now, you'll just be throwing yourself away too."

Tang San clenched his fists.

"I have hidden weapons." His voice was low. "I can hold on."

"I know." Ning Rongrong took two steps toward him, lowering her voice. "You fight your way. I'll create room for you. If he chases you, I'll help you switch positions. Just focus on finding an opening to strike."

Tang San looked at the girl before him, drenched in sweat yet firm in expression, and fell silent for two seconds.

Then he nodded.

The next phase of the battle was a two-person collaboration between Tang San and Ning Rongrong.

Tang San unleashed his hidden weapons. Bone-Piercing Nails, Willow-Leaf Knives, Flying Locust Stones, Coin Darts—the All-Heavenly Flower Rain technique reached its utmost limit with the support of Ning Rongrong's Wind Empress Qimen.

Whenever Zhao Wuji pressed Tang San to a dangerous distance, Ning Rongrong would activate spatial displacement at the last moment, pulling Tang San out of Zhao Wuji's attack range.

The cost was that her face grew paler and paler, and even her legs began to tremble.

Zhao Wuji used gravity enhancement. Tang San's speed plummeted.

Gritting her teeth, Ning Rongrong created a low-friction zone beneath Tang San's feet, allowing him to continue gliding and evading despite the effects of gravity.

Zhao Wuji used tracking lock. His fourth Soul Ring settled around Tang San.

The instant Ning Rongrong saw Zhao Wuji leap up, she used the last of her strength to activate one final displacement, pulling Tang San away from the landing point.

But she could no longer remain standing. Her knees gave way, and she fell to them.

The support glow of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda finally went out.

Tang San knew that Ning Rongrong had reached her limit.

He no longer retreated.

Entanglement activated. Sand-Spitting Shadow fired. The Tight-Backed Flower-Loaded Crossbow shot out. Dragon's Whisker Needles flew.

In the end, Tang San used every method at his disposal and left Zhao Wuji battered and filthy. Tang San himself was also sent flying by Zhao Wuji's counterattack, spitting blood after taking a palm strike.

The incense burned out.

"You pass." Zhao Wuji wiped at his nosebleed and tossed out the words irritably.

The battle ended.

Dai Mubai shouted for Oscar to come over and treat them.

Oscar hurried over, recited, "I've got a big sausage," and handed out restorative sausages. Though disgusted, Tang San still ate one. Dai Mubai carried away the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing. Xiao Wu lay on the ground, sleeping unconscious.

Holding up a sausage, Oscar moved close to Ning Rongrong.

"This pretty junior, want a sausage? The recovery effect is very good."