Was this kid a little too full of himself?
Wang Xiaoming clearly wasn't going all out yet. At the very least, he hadn't put on that suit of armor.
Chen Xin assumed he simply wanted to test his Soul Skill, so he paid it no further mind.
"Defend."
He spoke softly, then formed a hand seal with one hand.
The Seven Kill Sword instantly moved in front of him to block.
This was merely a sword move executed with the most ordinary sword-control technique and Soul Power.
He crossed the few meters between them in an instant, charging straight up to Chen Xin.
The Ride Booker Sword had already gathered its full power. Magenta light streamed around its blade, making it look a size larger than it did normally.
As he approached Chen Xin, he planted his feet and brought the fully charged sword down on the Seven Kill Sword in front of him.
"Clang!!!"
The sound of metal striking metal exploded through the forest.
The Seven Kill Sword hung motionless in front of Chen Xin, without so much as a tremor in its blade.
But the strike had exceeded Chen Xin's expectations.
He glanced at his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.
When the blades met just now, the force they unleashed had swept away the surrounding weeds, exposing a circle of bare ground plowed over by a crescent-shaped shockwave. Only the spot beneath his feet remained untouched under his protection.
Even so, it was clear just how powerful that strike had been. It had far surpassed the first Soul Skill of an ordinary Soul Master.
And judging by the red light on the blade, the move required a certain amount of time to charge.
Not far away, Ning Rongrong stared in a daze.
She was so envious of combat Soul Masters like that...
Seeing that his strike had failed, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly retreated and put away the Ride Booker Sword.
"Kid, didn't you say you had two Soul Skills? Why aren't you continuing?"
Chen Xin looked at Wang Xiaoming. In truth, he was already satisfied.
Though he didn't seem to be cut out for the path of the sword... becoming a normal Titled Douluo would be good too.
There would still be someone to protect the next generation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Hearing Chen Xin's words, Wang Xiaoming gave an awkward smile.
"Senior, for the next move, sorry for the trouble, but could you attack me?"
Chen Xin was immediately intrigued.
Had he really guessed right?
Did the boy have a defensive Soul Skill?
Even so, Wang Xiaoming was a little too heaven-defying.
He had never heard of anyone whose Hundred-Year Soul Ring came with two Soul Skills.
Chen Xin gave a slight movement of his fingertip, and a stone at his feet flew into his hand.
He wouldn't bully a child. He would use this stone to see what the boy was made of.
Chen Xin flicked his fingertip, sending the stone flying swiftly toward Wang Xiaoming.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming quickly inserted a card into his belt.
[Defense Vent--!!]
As the mechanical sound effect rang out, several enormous translucent magenta cards instantly appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming, each two meters tall.
The cards overlapped, forming a huge defense in front of Wang Xiaoming and shielding him securely behind them.
Chen Xin's stone pierced through the cards in an instant.
However, the force of the rebound shattered the stone into powder, plastering it all over Wang Xiaoming's face.
Wang Xiaoming: "..."
Seeing this, the corners of Chen Xin's mouth rose slightly.
"Kid, you really do have a second Soul Skill. That's something no one has ever done before."
But Wang Xiaoming couldn't answer him at all right now.
Whenever he moved, the stone powder on his face came cascading down.
Seeing this, Ning Rongrong quickly pulled out the handkerchief she carried with her and ran to Wang Xiaoming's side.
Looking at Wang Xiaoming, who had turned into something resembling a stone statue, Ning Rongrong happily laughed at him, all the while carefully wiping the powder from his face.
"Hahaha, Xiaoming, don't move. I'll wipe it off for you. Grandpa Sword went too far, covering your face in dust like that. You look like a little beggar."
Chen Xin: "..."
They say you can't keep a grown daughter at home, but Rongrong is only six. Can't we keep her at home already?
"Grandpa Sword, I don't want to go back."
Ning Rongrong held Wang Xiaoming's hand, her face full of reluctance.
Heaven knew how she would be scolded once she returned.
After Chen Xin had brought the two of them out of the Soul Hunting Forest, he intended to take Ning Rongrong back to the sect.
A criticism session was waiting for her there.
As for Wang Xiaoming...
He was a genius with Innate Full Soul Power and a seven-hundred-year first ring. He only wanted to ignore the world's judgment and grow stronger quickly. What could he possibly have done wrong?
Seeing Ning Rongrong looking scared to death, Wang Xiaoming really wanted to laugh out loud.
Sure enough, it still took a bloodline suppression.
But for the lively and energetic Little Demoness, perhaps being confined was what she feared more.
Chen Xin was somewhat helpless about this too.
Although Rongrong had stumbled into success again and unexpectedly brought about a 700-year first ring,
they certainly didn't approve of her risking her own life like that.
At the very least, they had to take her back and give her a scolding.
"Be good, Rongrong. If you don't go back this time, you really might be confined when your father sends someone to notify you.
"When that happens, you might not be able to go out for a long time. Are you all right with that too?"
"Well..."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong scrunched up her cute little face.
She didn't want to be scolded, and she wanted to be confined even less.
Wasn't there some way to have the best of both worlds?
Just then, Wang Xiaoming patted her hand, leaned close to her ear, and spoke softly.
"Don't be afraid, Little Rongrong. After you get back to the sect, do as I say. Do this and this... Got it?"
After hearing him out, Ning Rongrong thought for a moment.
It seemed it really might, perhaps, possibly work.
Chen Xin, standing some distance away, had heard every word. When he finished listening, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a couple of times.
Something about how failing to admit your mistake promptly meant there was something wrong with your thinking... first cry, then make a scene, then threaten to hang yourself; report the happy news and the deaths, but not the troubles.
Where did this kid get so many crafty ideas?
Hearing that, Ning Rongrong let go of Wang Xiaoming's hand, though she continued to look at him pitifully.
"If your trick doesn't work and I really do get confined..."
Before she could finish, Wang Xiaoming replied at once, "Then I'll come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to find you."
At a time like this, there was only one standard answer.
As soon as he said it, Ning Rongrong smiled, just as expected.
"It's fine. If I'm confined, I'll cultivate. Once I break through to level ten, Dad won't have any reason to keep me confined!"
Wang Xiaoming nodded.
So the Little Demoness had already made up her mind long ago.
He stood quietly at the gates of Heaven Dou City, watching Ning Rongrong and Chen Xin fly into the sky. Only when they were out of sight did he turn and return to Heaven Dou City.
Just as Wang Xiaoming stepped into the courtyard, he suddenly felt a light bump from behind.
Wang Xiaoming turned around and saw that the Kabuto Zecter had followed him home at some point without his knowing.
Looking at the Kabuto Zecter in front of him, which was acting like a puppy, he set his camera down on the table with a huff.
"Come here. Move yourself."