To be nothing special either
He stamped hard against the ground and retreated, trying to put some distance between himself and Ning Rongrong.
He believed that using such a powerful Soul Skill must have consumed a great deal of Ning Rongrong's Soul Power. In that case, he only needed to exhaust her Soul Power. His reserves at rank thirty-seven were bound to be much greater than Ning Rongrong's at rank thirty.
Thus, Dai Mubai only needed to use his superior speed to evade Ning Rongrong's attacks. He was still quite confident about that. After all, his third Soul Skill enhanced him in every aspect.
Just then, Ning Rongrong, who had still been dozens of meters away from him, suddenly accelerated. Within a few breaths, she was right in front of him.
"What?!"
Before Dai Mubai could even react in surprise, Ning Rongrong thrust her sword at his lower body, aiming straight for his crotch. Fear instantly seized him. In that instant, he unleashed strength unlike anything he had ever shown before, trying to dodge the sword.
Fortunately, the thrust was not fast. Although its angle was bizarre, Dai Mubai still managed to react. He twisted his lower body, keeping Ning Rongrong from stabbing his "vital spot."
Schlick!
Ning Rongrong's sword struck Dai Mubai's thigh. Agonizing pain immediately shot through his leg, and he fell straight to the ground, clutching the wounded area.
"Oops, my first thrust missed. Never mind. How are you going to dodge the second one?"
With that, Ning Rongrong raised her sword again, about to cut Dai Mubai off "at the root." Dai Mubai was truly terrified. He knew Ning Rongrong really wanted to leave him without descendants. He hurriedly raised his right hand high and shouted, "I surrender!"
But Ning Rongrong paid no heed to that and was about to slash down. Just as Dai Mubai saw her sword about to strike him, a burst of Soul Power shot straight toward the sword in Ning Rongrong's hand. The formidable Soul Power instantly knocked it away, and it then plunged into the ground.
"Hmm?"
Ning Rongrong turned her head angrily and discovered that Flender was the one responsible.
"Mubai lost this match."
Flender sighed as he spoke to Ning Rongrong.
Dai Mubai's face was filled with fear and unwillingness to accept defeat, but the strength Ning Rongrong had displayed left him not daring to entertain even the slightest thought of provoking her again.
He had already clearly felt the gap between himself and Ning Rongrong. If her sword had come down just now, he probably would not have been able to keep his manhood.
This was the gap in their strength!
"You won," Dai Mubai said through gritted teeth.
"Your students really aren't much. If I study here in the future, I'm afraid my strength will decline considerably." Ning Rongrong looked mockingly at Flender. "Teacher, don't forget to give your students some remedial lessons."
The corners of Flender's mouth twitched a few times, but he held himself back and said nothing.
With Oscar's support, Dai Mubai stood up. After giving Ning Rongrong a long look, he walked off the platform without a word.
"Apologize."
Ning Rongrong looked at Flender and spoke seriously.
"Well..." Flender wanted to offer a few more excuses, but when he met Ning Rongrong's icy eyes and recalled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo, he chose to compromise after all. Bowing to Ning Rongrong, he said, "I'm sorry."
At that moment, his heart was filled with sorrow, not because he had apologized to Ning Rongrong, but because he had truly begun to doubt his academy.
He had originally believed that Shrek Academy's students were in no way inferior to the disciples of great clans, and that they could even fight above their ranks against some higher-ranked Soul Masters.
But today, his proudest student, Dai Mubai, had actually lost to Ning Rongrong of the Upper Three Sects in a match. Despite his advantage in rank, he had been easily dealt with, and Ning Rongrong was only an Auxiliary System Soul Master. This was simply a disgrace.
"Don't judge the Soul Masters of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with that narrow-minded thinking of yours. Who said Auxiliary System Soul Masters have no combat ability? Isn't this student of yours a Power Attack System Soul Master? Can he beat me?"
"Oh, right, I almost forgot. You're only a mere Soul Saint. It's normal for your horizons to be narrow. But let me give you a word of advice: don't be a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at the sky from inside it."
Ning Rongrong's successive remarks made Flender's face flush bright red.
After finishing, Ning Rongrong ignored Flender's embarrassment and turned to Jun Yi with a radiant smile. "Jun Yi, the students here don't seem as impressive as Dad said. How about we go have a look at some other academies?"
"Then we'll have to think carefully about which academy to go to." A smile appeared on Jun Yi's face, and he was about to leave with Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong, your sword," Zhu Zhuqing reminded her from the side.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Ning Rongrong sent out a strand of Soul Power, pouring it into the Soul Tool sword embedded in the ground some distance away. Then, as though it had a soul of its own, the sword flew back into her hand before she put it into her storage ring.
"Zhu Zhuqing, Jun Yi and I are planning to go to Suotuo City. Are you coming?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded and followed them. Ning Rongrong took Zhu Zhuqing's hand with her left hand and left Shrek Academy with someone on either side.
Only the others remained in the grounds, wearing varying expressions. Flender said nothing more. Ning Rongrong had just made him lose all face. As a dignified Soul Saint who had apologized to a Soul Elder, he had no face to remain here either, so he summoned his Martial Soul and left.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun helped Dai Mubai away. Meanwhile, Tang San's eyes were filled with excitement and fervor. The weapon Ning Rongrong had just used had made his eyes light up. How wonderful it would be if he could find an opportunity to exchange ideas with her.
He also wanted to learn how to forge weapons that operated using Soul Power, especially the two beams of light that had suddenly appeared on Ning Rongrong's back, making her speed increase sharply and allowing her to catch up with Dai Mubai immediately.
What exactly was that thing emitting white light? The question lingered in Tang San's mind, making him even more excited. For a moment, he even wanted to ask Ning Rongrong directly how she had forged such a miraculous weapon.
But now, that seemed rather difficult. Ning Rongrong probably would not stay at the academy anymore, which left Tang San feeling a little disappointed. He hoped Ning Rongrong would still remain at Shrek Academy in the future.
"Let's go eat first too. I'm so hungry after fighting that fatty just now."
Xiao Wu spoke to Tang San from beside him.
"Mm." Tang San went to the cafeteria with Xiao Wu.
On the way to Suotuo City, Zhu Zhuqing curiously asked Ning Rongrong about the weapon and Soul Skills she had used during their Soul Fighting match.
"Rongrong, was that protective barrier that appeared around you just now your Soul Skill?"
Smiling, Ning Rongrong pointed at the blue badge on her chest. "It wasn't a Soul Skill. It was this, a Defensive-Type Soul Tool. When I pour Soul Power into it, it produces a protective barrier."
With that, Ning Rongrong took it off and placed it in Zhu Zhuqing's palm. She then poured her Soul Power into it, and a protective barrier appeared.
"How amazing. Soul Tools can do this too?" A trace of surprise flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and she then carefully examined the pale blue protective barrier.
"It's not just Defensive Soul Tools. I have lots of others here too, like Attack-Type Soul Tools, Flying Soul Tools, and Soul Tool Propellers..."
As Ning Rongrong spoke, she took out a great pile of all sorts of Soul Tools that Zhu Zhuqing had never seen or even heard of before. They left her dazzled, and the shock on her face grew increasingly evident...
(End of chapter)