Excluding Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo who did not participate, and with Dugu Bo and Ye Renxin watching over Dugu Yan,
and Ning Fengzhi only providing buffs,
there were still five Title Douluo present.
They were: Shui Cangyue, Lou Gao, and three former enshrined elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan who had advanced to Title Douluo thanks to the soul rings Ning Rongrong brought back—now official Title elders.
Although they were only Level 91 or 92 Title Douluo, under Ning Fengzhi's buffs they could reach roughly Level 94 or even 95.
After all, the current Ning Fengzhi's martial soul was no longer the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
In other words, Ning Rongrong would at the very least be fighting five near-Level 95 Title Douluo.
"Young Sect Master, you are very strong, but challenging all five of us at once might still be a bit much!"
Liu Ruyan, a female Title Douluo who had also obtained a 100,000-year soul ring thanks to Ning Rongrong, seemed to have some distant relation to Ning Rongrong's maternal family.
Thus, she was particularly concerned for Ning Rongrong.
After advancing to Title Douluo, Liu Ruyan's appearance had regressed from the traces of age she bore as a Soul Douluo back to that of a woman in her twenties.
"Elder Liu Ruyan, you worry too much."
"I, Ning Rongrong, am indeed a support-type soul master, but I do know a few tricks. I'm not completely helpless."
The Glazed Holy Sword appeared in Ning Rongrong's hand. The silver-white weapon let out a faint hum and exuded a subtle pressure.
"Relax. I just want to test everyone's strength. I'll go easy on you."
"Nine treasures emerge from glazed tile—"
Several golden rays shot in from outside the field and entered the bodies of Liu Ruyan and the other four.
Lou Gao, Shui Cangyue, and Liu Ruyan, all Level 92, instantly reached Level 95 strength, while the two Title elders with black ninth soul rings now possessed the combat power of Level 94 Title Douluo.
What shocked everyone the most was still Lou Gao—his eighth and ninth soul rings were both 100,000-year rings, hovering quietly above his Sacred Casting Pen, extremely eye-catching.
"Let's begin!" Ning Rongrong nodded. "If I attack first, I'm not sure how long you'll last."
Lou Gao took the first step forward. In his hand was actually a long-range soul tool that, from perception alone, seemed close to Level 8.
"There wasn't enough time, otherwise I might have been able to create a true Level 8 soul tool."
After becoming a Title Douluo, Lou Gao's understanding of soul tool creation had been completely renewed.
Given a bit more time, he was confident he could produce a genuine Level 8 soul tool.
"Young Sect Master, since my opponent is you, holding back would be unnecessary."
Lou Gao began pouring soul power into the soul tool.
Title Douluo-level soul power instantly pushed the device to maximum output.
Yet in the next moment, he directly hurled the soul tool toward Ning Rongrong.
"Good grief."
Ning Rongrong was startled.
Lou Gao really didn't treat her like an outsider!
He just threw a near-Level 8 soul tool straight at her.
The cannon-like soul tool transformed into the shape of a dart the instant it was thrown.
Then, in the next second, the dart suddenly exploded, unleashing terrifying rays of energy.
"A self-destruct type soul tool?"
Ning Rongrong was stunned, but her hands didn't stop. She swung the Glazed Holy Sword forward, space power coiling around the blade and directly shredding the explosive energy into nothingness.
"Explosive power approaching that of a Title Douluo…"
Ning Rongrong's eyelids twitched as she looked at the smoke-shrouded area ahead, inwardly complaining,
"Lou Gao really can make anything. He turned a soul tool into a bomb."
But in the next second,
Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow. With herself as the center, she drew a semicircle with the Glazed Holy Sword.
Clang—
Two Title Douluo wielding sword-type martial souls were blocked by the Glazed Holy Sword in her hand.
"Not bad. As expected of Level 94!"
"We're not done yet!"
Water suddenly began falling from the sky. Shui Cangyue stepped on her own right foot with her left and soared upward.
"Ninth soul skill—Mental Pressure!"
Terrifying mental power formed a massive blade that slashed down from the heavens.
Ning Rongrong glanced upward. She slowly raised her free hand.
Before she could counter, a deep voice echoed through the air—it seemed to be Lou Gao.
"Ninth soul skill—Burning Pen Flash!"
Ning Rongrong's keen perception detected the surrounding space rapidly solidifying.
"Oh?" Ning Rongrong looked slightly surprised. "A sealing method that uses mental power to affect space?"
"Well, that makes sense. Most ice-sea spirit beasts specialize in mental abilities. Especially Lou Gao and Ye Renxin—their soul rings were ones I specifically asked Kurumi for."
"You all coordinate so well. Aren't you afraid of accidentally killing this weak little support soul master?"
Ning Rongrong let out a light breath. A faint stream of zhenqi flowed into the Glazed Holy Sword.
"As long as the body and spirit are strong enough, soul skills mean nothing."
Crack—
The sound of space shattering rang out. Powerful zhenqi fluctuations enveloped Ning Rongrong's surface.
"Sword technique—Four Ounces Deflect a Thousand Pounds!"
Clang clang clang!
Countless sword cries resounded in all directions.
The two sword-wielding Title Douluo lost their balance and were sent flying.
At the same time, the zhenqi Ning Rongrong released tore apart the mental skills of Lou Gao and Liu Ruyan.
"What!"
Lou Gao and Liu Ruyan were shocked.
They knew the Young Sect Master was strong, but to tear apart ninth soul skills so directly—100,000-year ninth soul skills at that—was that something a human could do?
"Let me tell you all: the way soul rings are used is far too rigid. Once you know their structural weak points, destroying them is extremely easy."
"At least for me, it is."
Whoosh—
With a flash, Ning Rongrong vanished from her spot and reappeared right in front of Liu Ruyan.
"Hm, you're quite beautiful."
One had to admit, across the myriad realms, anyone named Liu Ruyan—even if only sharing the name—seemed to have been stunning in their youth.
The former crone-like Liu Ruyan had regained the appearance of a woman in her twenties upon breaking through to Title Douluo, and she was truly breathtaking.
Though still not on the level of Qian Renxue or the Silver Dragon King.
One was the reincarnation of the Angel God, the other a split half of the Dragon God.
Everyone knew what dragons were instinctively drawn to.
You could doubt a dragon's strength, but never its appreciation for beauty.
"Young Sect Master, compared to you I'm still far behind!"
No one disliked being called beautiful, especially women. It was precisely that determination that allowed her to stand out among so many Soul Douluo and claim a 100,000-year soul ring, advancing to Title Douluouo.
Compared to the value Ye Renxin and Lou Gao brought to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan,
she, Liu Ruyan, truly didn't amount to much.
"Me…?"
"If I said I didn't care about looks, that would be a lie."
"But it's better to focus on the fight!"
"To stand out among so many Soul Douluo and obtain a 100,000-year soul ring, you must have something extraordinary!"
Ning Rongrong swung the Glazed Holy Sword straight at her opponent.
Seeing this, Liu Ruyan quickly retreated and threw the willow-leaf slender sword in her hand.
Ning Rongrong dodged sideways in surprise.
Whoosh!
Liu Ruyan vanished.
"Interesting."
A space-related ability? Like the Heavenly Hand Power from a certain shonen manga?
Ning Rongrong slowly turned. A single finger blocked the path ahead.
Clang—
A crisp sword sound rang out, and disbelief appeared on Liu Ruyan's face.
"She… blocked it with just one finger."
"I've seen your strength."
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's left hand.
One after another, despair-inducing soul rings emerged in sequence.
"Suppress."
In an instant, every Title Douluo who had recovered and was rushing over to surround her was slammed to the ground.
Ning Rongrong slowly descended and nodded.
"Everyone's strength is impressive. Let's end it here for today."
With that, she used the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to heal their injuries, then vanished from the training ground.
Leaving behind a crowd of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan members staring at each other in stunned silence.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed since the spar.
Ning Fengzhi stood in the corridor outside a room, Sword Douluo beside him.
"Uncle Sword, what do you think of Rongrong's current strength?"
"It feels even stronger than last time. She probably has the combat power of Level 96 or 97."
"And her combat techniques…"
"Even against Level 98 or 99, she could fight. With the power of space and time added, she could safely escape from a Limit Douluo."
After Sword Douluo finished, he saw the worry on Ning Fengzhi's face and asked, "Fengzhi, are you worried about Rongrong going to the Star Dou Great Forest?"
"Yes. In the end, she will have to face that terrifying Silver Dragon King."
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's sigh, Sword Douluo also fell silent.