Next, the youngsters held more one-on-one and two-on-two paired soul battles, and it was clear that their real combat ability had improved significantly.
Ning Bei nodded to himself and came over near the Martial Arts Stage.
"Why haven't you gone to the Soul Battle Arena to try team battles?"
Ning Bei's voice drew everyone's gazes over.
"Second Young Master!"
"Brother Ning Bei!"
"Master!"
The youngsters greeted him politely. Only Ning Rongrong looked at her own brother with utter disdain.
"A team like ours, with a Soul King alongside high-level Soul Ancestors, can't get matched with opponents at all, okay!"
"Uh."
Ning Bei froze for a moment at his sister's complaint. He really had not considered that situation.
"I see. Then how about I be your opponent?"
"Huh?"
A'Dai and the others looked at one another. Although they were also eager to train their teamwork through real combat, going straight up against Ning Bei, a Titled Douluo, was a little too much like throwing eggs at a rock, wasn't it?
Ning Rongrong puffed out her lips angrily and snapped in annoyance, "Brother, if you want to beat us up, just say so. A bunch of little nobodies like us wouldn't even be enough to get stuck between your teeth!"
Xiao Wu also looked at him with an unfriendly expression, thinking to herself that Ning Bei was seriously, seriously bad.
Taking in all the youngsters' expressions, Ning Bei did not get angry. He walked to the center of the Martial Arts Stage and stood still, his Soul Power imprinting a circle about two meters in diameter onto the stage.
"I won't actively attack you, either. You can use any methods you want. As long as you make me leave this circle, it counts as your win. How about it?"
Once they heard