Douluo: Me, Innate Soul Power Nine Thousand Levels!

However, Ning Rongrong had only herself to blame. She had gone through high-intensity training.

Every morning, she could barely walk after getting out of bed.

But under Chen Fan's pressure, the girl could only silently accept it.

She firmly believed that she could become stronger too. Even a support martial soul could have dreams.

She especially liked one of Chen Fan's sayings: make support great again!

She also understood that Chen Fan's martial soul was considered a support-type martial soul, and even his First Soul Skill was mainly for support.

Its main function was assimilating other people's power and letting them deal the damage.

Although it could deal some damage as well, that only applied to low-level opponents.

If Chen Fan used level-one-hundred Soul Power to fight an expert like Bibi Dong, who was above level ninety-five, having only the First Soul Skill still wouldn't be enough.

Moreover, the opponent's Spiritual Power was vast. If the Darkness Power invaded her, she would definitely react immediately.

When dealing with Tang Hao earlier, he had used several hundred levels of Soul Power, which was why the invasion had been so quick.

Chen Fan's horizons had never been limited to Douluo Continent but extended to the God Realm. He knew his Soul Power was immense, but he had never fought a god, so he had never known where the gap lay. Then again, perhaps he was already capable of crushing them.

In the bathing room, Ning Rongrong lay in the tub, feeling incomparably comfortable.

The amount of training these days had truly been enormous.

Her legs still ached whenever she walked, but after several days, she had gradually adapted.

Ning Rongrong looked at her figure and thought of Chen Fan's unwavering resolve.

I refuse to believe it. I'm going to seduce you.

She thought about it for a moment, but soon shook her head again.

What if Chen Fan actually takes me?

The man possessed both strength and handsomeness, and she couldn't find a single fault with him.

No, if I keep thinking about this, I'll be offering myself to him.

Ning Rongrong shook her head and reaffirmed her resolve.

I have only one goal: to become powerful and make Father and Grandpa look at me with new respect!

Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes, and delight appeared in them.

His martial soul had recovered!

Dai Mubai wept tears of joy. The martial soul he had once been able to release at will now caused an immense shock to his heart when he released it again.

Nothing could surpass this.

After experiencing this, Dai Mubai also understood one thing.

He absolutely could not provoke Chen Fan!

A handsome White Tiger appeared, and Dai Mubai prepared to give Oscar a beating!

It was already night. Dai Mubai couldn't find Oscar in the dormitory, which made him think of Ma Hongjun.

Oh, so you actually went without me!

Dai Mubai clenched his fists. He had often paid for the Fatty to release his Evil Fire before, but now, because his martial soul had been crippled, the other man completely ignored him.

Is this what you call brotherhood?

Somewhere.

Oscar's face was battered and bruised.

He didn't understand why Dai Mubai had suddenly started beating him for no reason.

Ma Hongjun stood to the side, utterly dumbfounded, but he soon realized something.

"Boss Dai, is this the condition for restoring your martial soul?"

Oscar covered his face and spoke angrily.

"So what if it is? Besides, you were the one who harassed her first and caused her trouble. Is there a problem with me beating you?"

As Dai Mubai spoke, he sent a White Tiger Blazing Light Wave at him.

Ma Hongjun tried to block it, but his speed failed to keep up.

Oscar was swallowed by the light wave and beaten until he violently vomited blood. He was in a truly miserable state.

"Dai Mubai, you've gone too far! I never thought you'd be the first to submit to that Chen Fan!"

Ma Hongjun said, unable to endure it any longer.

"Before, we didn't follow that guy because of you. And now you're beating your brothers senseless just to restore your martial soul!"

"They're former brothers. If Chen Fan had offered you the same condition, you probably would've beaten me too. That was his goal. I simply seized the opportunity."

Dai Mubai beat not only Oscar but also Ma Hongjun.

It was punishment for leaving him aside.

"You..."

Ma Hongjun was sent flying by a punch. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face turned deathly pale.

Dai Mubai had already beaten Oscar unconscious. No one knew how many bones he had broken, and he looked utterly battered.

After taking care of everything, Dai Mubai left behind a dashing figure.

Ever since his martial soul had recovered, his confidence as a man had returned as well.

Afterward, Ma Hongjun took the seriously injured Oscar to a nearby hospital. He felt deeply aggrieved. Even if Chen Fan had ordered Dai Mubai to beat Oscar, there was no need to beat him so severely.

If they had discussed it beforehand, Oscar would surely have been willing to take a beating.

There was only one conclusion now: Dai Mubai had completely betrayed them.

He had thrown brotherly loyalty aside for the sake of becoming stronger and followed Chen Fan.

During the day.

When Flender heard that Dai Mubai had beaten Oscar senseless, he went to question him. But Dai Mubai only said that Oscar had harassed Ning Rongrong first and that he had merely taught him a lesson.

After hearing this, Flender didn't know what to say.

Still, Dai Mubai's martial soul recovering was indeed worth celebrating.

But today, he still had to seek out Chen Fan and ask about his plans. How long exactly did the other man intend to occupy Shrek?

After finding Chen Fan, Flender saw him training with Ning Rongrong.

It was around ten in the morning. Ning Rongrong looked to be in good spirits, with a serious expression on her face.

Chen Fan was sparring with her.

"What are you here for?"

Chen Fan glanced at Flender and signaled for Ning Rongrong to stop first.

Flender looked at Chen Fan, thought for a moment, and said, "Shrek is currently divided into two factions. If this continues, nothing will change. Besides, Xiao Gang wants these children to participate in the All-Continent Elite Soul Master Competition. It's a competition that requires teamwork. If things continue like this, it will be impossible to form a team."

"There is no point in participating in that little competition. You only need to handle your own affairs."

Chen Fan waved his hand. He had occupied Shrek because he ultimately wanted to wait for Tang San to arrive, then use him to find the Blue Silver Emperor and complete his task.

A long time had passed, yet that fellow still hadn't returned. He could only seek another way out.

That was to find the Clear Sky Sect through Tang Yuehua and force Tang Hao to show himself.

But if Tang Hao was ruthless enough not to appear, it would be extremely troublesome.

Then he could only search for him himself in the vast forests. Who knew how long it would take to finish?

"But the academy has expenses every day. If this continues, Shrek will collapse sooner or later."

Flender looked at Chen Fan as he spoke.

"Isn't that something you should be thinking about? If you have no money, can't you go hunt Soul Beasts for others?"

"Are you, a dignified Soul Saint, just sitting around doing nothing?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes at Flender.

Flender clenched his fists, really wanting to punch Chen Fan.

But he knew that he was no match for him.

Flender felt deeply aggrieved. When Chen Fan had said he was going to occupy Shrek, he had clearly promised benefits. Yet so much time had passed, and he hadn't seen a single benefit. Instead, his wallet had grown emptier and emptier.

"Dai Mubai has recovered. From now on, you only need to train the three of them properly. I see that the food-type kid's Soul Power is also almost at level thirty."

Chen Fan suddenly said this, preparing to send the group away.

Upon hearing this, Flender's expression grew even worse. The feeling of having someone else occupy his territory was truly unpleasant.

He had to handle every difficult and exhausting task himself. It was enough to drive anyone mad.