Beating Up Ning Rongrong and Her Gang

Tianlin held the Demon Sword in hand, and his aura surged abruptly, barely weaker than Gu Ran's with two Soul Rings.

"Y-you, what level did you say you were?" Gu Ran asked blankly.

"Level fifteen, a one-ring Battle Soul Master!" Tianlin held up one finger and emphasized it again.

This time, it was not just him. Everyone was dumbfounded. They all knew that Tianlin had only acquired his first Soul Ring not long ago. Yet in just over half a month, he had actually risen to level fifteen.

Absorbing a Soul Ring did indeed help increase Soul Power, but generally, it only raised one to around level eleven. His own first Soul Ring had come from a three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old Soul Beast and had raised him to level twelve and a half on the spot, earning him Gu Rong's praise as a genius. But compared to the monster before him, the gap was simply far too great.

"What a genius. But Soul Power alone is useless. Let me teach you how to fight." Gu Ran was convinced that Tianlin merely had high Soul Power and virtually no combat experience, so he did not take him seriously.

"Beast Spirit Possession, first soul skill, Bone Spur!"

Gu Ran's first soul skill unleashed countless sharp Bone Spurs from the Skeleton Warhorse. It also had quite a wide range, making it an exceptionally good first soul skill.

"Third form of Mount Shu Swordplay, Little River Water Clouds." Tianlin smiled faintly and swung his Longsword.

This was a defensive move from the Shu Mountain introductory sword techniques. Following the path of his sword, it was as though a curtain of water had condensed before him, and every Bone Spur was blocked by his Longsword.

"Sixth form, Moon Shooting Cold River!"

Then Tianlin thrust his sword forward. His motion was like moonlight spilling across a lake, creating an exceptionally beautiful scene.

"What beautiful swordplay." Ning Rongrong was momentarily entranced as well. Being a little girl, she naturally liked beautiful things. But she quickly shook her head. Idiot, what am I thinking? He's a terrible villain. So what if his swordplay is pretty? I can't let it fool me.

"Damn it, second soul skill, Skeletal Enhancement!" Seeing that his first soul skill was useless, Gu Ran finally brought out his trump card.

This was a soul skill that enhanced himself. Gu Ran's Martial Soul was a horse. Though it was a horse made of bones, just like an ordinary horse, the part it enhanced most was his legs.

This second soul skill could increase the strength of his legs by thirty percent at once, and the rest of his body by twenty percent. It was his most powerful ultimate move.

Sword and leg collided in midair. Tianlin was forced back seven steps, while Gu Ran only retreated three.

Although Tianlin's swordplay was exquisite, he only had one Soul Ring. There was inevitably a gap in strength between him and the two-ring Gu Ran.

What Tianlin did not know was that Gu Ran was even more shocked than he was. Even his trump card could not injure Tianlin, only knock him back a few steps. Was this one-ring Soul Master not a little too strong?

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Get him together!" Seeing that Gu Ran could not take down Tianlin alone, Ning Rongrong called for the others to gang up on him.

The other three exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness. Honestly, they truly did not want to bully the weak with the strong and then outnumber him as well. But they could not disobey the Little Princess's orders.

Thus, the three could only step forward one after another and announce themselves.

"Xu Ting, Martial Soul Flying Swallow, level eighteen Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

"Jiang Hao, Martial Soul saber, level eighteen Power Attack System Battle Soul Master."

"Chen Tao, Martial Soul chain, level nineteen Control System Battle Soul Master."

The remaining three, two boys and one girl, were all around ten or eleven years old, yet they all possessed Soul Power close to level twenty.

One of Shrek Academy's admission requirements was reaching level twenty-one before the age of twelve. These people all had a chance of meeting it.

They were not as astonishingly gifted as the Seven Devils of Shrek Academy from the original story, each of whom was above level twenty-five, but reaching around level twenty-two or twenty-three was not impossible. Anywhere else, they would still be considered remarkable geniuses. They were indeed disciples heavily cultivated by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"You all, come at me together. First soul skill, Frezing Snow!" Tianlin ran a finger across the Demon Sword's blade. In an instant, intense cold air emerged from the blade, dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Flying Flower Butterfly Dance!

Flying Flower Butterfly Dance was the Shu Mountain Introductory Movement Technique. It combined footwork with swordplay, making both one's movements and sword angles unpredictable, allowing one to weave through a battlefield full of enemies.

"First soul skill, One Saber Dismembering Ox!" Jiang Hao immediately came down with a heavy saber slash, but against Tianlin's elusive movements, his attacks repeatedly missed.

Flying in the air, Xu Ting could most directly sense just how strange Tianlin's movement technique was. "Chen Tao, use your chains to bind him. Otherwise, we won't be able to catch him at all."

Chen Tao nodded. "All right, first soul skill, Binding Lock!"

"Little River Water Clouds!" Tianlin used the defensive move again, breaking through every angle of attack from the chains. Moreover, due to Frezing Snow, the front ends of Chen Tao's chains had already frozen solid.

"Damn it, he's too strong. Attack together." Seeing this, the four chose to strike simultaneously.

Facing such a frontal assault, Tianlin shouted, "Good timing, Frezing Snow, Seal!"

The second method of releasing Frezing Snow unleashed surging waves of intense cold. In an instant, all four of them were simultaneously sealed in ice where they stood.

"How is that possible? Four against one, and every one of them has higher Soul Power than him, yet they still lost?" Ning Rongrong said in disbelief.

At that moment, she saw Tianlin walking toward her with ill intentions, and she immediately grew frightened. "Y-you, what do you want? I'm warning you, if you dare hit me, you'll be in big trouble. I advise you to release them immediately. Then I'll let today's matter go for now."

Her words were tough enough, but her trembling tone carried no intimidation whatsoever.

"Don't worry, they're fine. I didn't use my full strength. When the sun comes out tomorrow, the ice will melt. Let them freeze for one night as a small punishment. As Soul Masters, they shouldn't catch a cold over something this minor." Tianlin grinned, then looked at Ning Rongrong. "As for you, you need a different kind of punishment."

"Hmph, you smiling tiger, I'm not playing with you anymore." Sensing danger, Ning Rongrong planned to run away.

But Tianlin caught up to her in a flash. By the time she reacted, she discovered that Tianlin had already tucked her beneath his arm.

What an Ansai waist drum.

"You're too naughty. I have to spank you!" As he spoke, Tianlin raised his palm.

Ning Rongrong immediately panicked at the sight. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? You don't mean to spank my butt, do you? I'm telling you, men and women must not touch intimately. That would be molesting me, you hooligan."

Hearing this, Tianlin lowered his hand. "As expected of a young lady. You already understand that men and women must not touch intimately at such a young age. You're right, I can't molest you."

Ning Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to tell Tianlin to put her down, blue light flashed in his hand, and he actually summoned the Demon Sword again. "H-hey, you aren't planning to use that sword, are you? Stop, that could kill someone."

"Don't worry, I'll only use the flat of the blade!" Tianlin said with a smile.

"That's good... my ass!" Ning Rongrong struggled fiercely, but with her tiny body that did not even have one Soul Ring, her strength before Tianlin was practically zero.

In the end, she could only watch helplessly as the Demon Sword came down on her little butt.

"First strike, for your naughtiness."

"Second strike, for your willfulness."

"Third strike, for knocking down my fruit."

"Fourth strike, because I'm getting addicted to this!"

The more Tianlin struck, the more enthusiastic he became. Opportunities to bully the Little Princess did not come around often.

"Ahh! Stop hitting me, it hurts so much! I was wrong! If nothing else, use your hand instead! I'm still a child, so there's no rule about men and women not touching intimately! That sword hurts too much!"

Ning Rongrong pleaded, but unfortunately, Tianlin could no longer hear her at all.

And so, in the little forest deep at night, six-year-old Ning Rongrong suffered the greatest humiliation of her life for the first time.