Ning Rongrong was at a loss for words.
"If you don't want to find out how it feels to be taken down by me, you'd better head back obediently and complete the assignment given by Dean Flender." Wang Feng said in a slow, deliberate tone.
Ning Rongrong's frustration reached a boiling point. She glared at Wang Feng and shouted, "Why do you care about me so much? This is just a school! Wang Feng, if you dare to lay a finger on me, you won't be able to handle the consequences!"
Normally arrogant and indulged, she was used to getting her way at the Seven treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda sect. Wang Feng had piqued her interest several times and while she didn't hate him, she did find him somewhat intriguing and annoying.
But now, he dared to stand in her way. That was something Ning Rongrong couldn't tolerate.
Wang Feng replied calmly, "The dean has given me the authority to watch over you. If you think this is just a school and you don't want to abide by its rules, you're free to leave. As for the consequences, do you think I, Wang Feng, fear your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda sect?"
His words were delivered in an unassuming tone but they carried a weight that made Ning Rongrong surprised and reassessing the situation.
"Wang Feng, don't try to intimidate me! I have no intention of leaving the academy. Please, just let me go. I'm starving!" Ning Rongrong, after all, was a sweet and spirited young lady, not easily cowed. She lifted her rounded chin and attempted to charm her way out of the situation.
"It doesn't matter, you have to first complete the task before I'll let you go anywhere. See, Oscar is not even complaining and is diligently running around." Wang Feng said as he pointed toward Oscar in the distance.
"You….!!" Ning Rongrong pointed her finger at Wang Feng before getting interrupted once again.
"Very well, then I'll inform the dean that you're no longer fit for the academy. I'll even help you pack your bags." Wang Feng responded as he took a step back.
Ning Rongrong's face darkened even more. "You..!"
She was on the verge of losing her temper.
"Wang Feng, don't push it too far! You're just a 30th-level Soul Grandmaster, no matter how skilled you are!"
Wang Feng couldn't help but recall that these words were originally directed at Flanders.
"Yes, you're right. I'm currently only a Soul Grandmaster." Wang Feng admitted calmly, his smile unwavering. "But as a Soul Grandmaster, I dare to challenge you now. If you try to pass me, I'll kick you down."
Ning Rongrong huffed and walked confidently toward Wang Feng. She refused to believe he would actually kick her.
Step by step, she approached him, her young girl's fragrance wafting through the air and into Wang Feng's nostrils. Without hesitation, Wang Feng followed through on his threat and delivered a swift kick, sending Ning Rongrong sprawling to the ground.
A sharp intake of breath echoed from the two individuals who had been secretly watching over and observing Ning Rongrong's actions from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.
Ning Rongrong picked herself up from the ground, her pristine dress now tainted with dust, her delicate face also marred by dirt. Her once-elegant appearance was utterly undone.
"You... you dare!"
Tears welled up in Ning Rongrong's eyes as her face flushed with anger. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Wang Feng. It was the first time someone had dared to treat her this way—her very first time.
"Crying?" Wang Feng retorted, his voice cold.
"What's there to cry about? Who do you think you are? Without the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Clan, you're just another pretty young girl. Maybe you're content with a life of leisure just because you had talent and a strong background. But now that you're at Shrek Academy, you have to follow the rules."
"This isn't your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect," he added, his tone still light. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is indeed the top auxiliary system martial soul on the continent but your behavior is making a mockery of it. Do you understand?"
"I didn't!" Ning Rongrong protested, her frustration evident.
After all, she was just a twelve-year-old girl. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was not just a martial soul, it was a source of pride for her and her sect.
"No?" Wang Feng challenged. "Then tell me, who in this academy can you compare yourself to besides me? Tang San, Xiao Wu, their spirit power levels are higher than yours and Tang San has more combat experience. And Dai Mubai, when he was your age, was already a Level 30 Soul Grandmaster. Can you say the same?"
"Ma Hongjun, with his top-tier beast martial soul and despite its flaws, is at level 29 now—stronger than you, not weaker. Zhu Zhuqing, while her spirit power is only slightly higher than yours, has an iron will. If you asked her to run 20 laps, she'd do it and not just 20 laps—she'd crawl for 100 if needed. Can you say the same?"
Ning Rongrong's anger swelled within her chest.
"I'm an auxiliary system soul master! How can I compare myself to them?" She tried to justify herself.
"My role shines on the battlefield! That's where I can outshine them!"
Wang Feng chuckled.
"Yes, that's a reasonable point. But let me tell you something else. On the battlefield, only the living have the privilege of supporting their teammates. Oh, I misspoke—there is another privilege, the privilege of being abandoned and eventually killed by the enemy."
"Just think about it." Wang Feng continued, his tone unyielding.
"Imagine us on the battlefield. If I wanted to eliminate you, could you escape? With your rash and arrogant demeanor, do you think you could find a teammate who'd genuinely shield you and enable you to unleash your soul skills without worry? I highly doubt it. So you'd end up being left behind and ultimately defeated or maybe killed by the enemy!"
After Wang Feng finished his words, he gazed at Ning Rongrong in silence, reflecting on his inexperience in teaching a girl and the nearly disastrous consequences of his earlier actions.
Ning Rongrong tried to grasp onto any hope.
"No, there's Oscar. He and I can always be compared, right?" She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes as if clutching at a lifeline.
Wang Feng chuckled, "I'm sorry, but according to the dean, Oscar may be the most gifted among all of us. He's an innately full soul powered food soul master—have you ever seen anyone like him?"
Ning Rongrong was left speechless, staring at Wang Feng in disbelief. Although she didn't want to accept it, she knew that Wang Feng wouldn't lie about something like this. As an auxiliary system soul master, she had long separated herself from the realm of battle soul masters.
But now, Wang Feng's words had shattered her self-assuredness. Even Oscar was considered superior to her. And she knew that improving as a food-type soul master was exceedingly challenging.
"In my opinion, as Oscar grows, he may even surpass your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in the mainland." Wang Feng added, delivering the final blow to Ning Rongrong's pride.
Ning Rongrong's sense of self-worth crumbled and she burst into tears, running back toward the academy.
"Wang Feng, I hate you!" her tearful voice echoed.
Wang Feng sighed silently. "Ning Rongrong, don't blame me. You have to overcome this hurdle. Right now, it's just the two of us here, no one else is watching. If you wait until tonight with everyone observing, it'll be even more humiliating."
Shaking his head, Wang Feng walked back into the academy.
In a hidden spot, a series of shocked gasps filled the air.
"Damn, this kid is ruthless! Boss, what should we do? The lady got kicked again, and she's crying!" one voice exclaimed.
"Fight him? Are you sure the two of us can take him on? Did you forget what happened with Zhao Wuji yesterday?" the other voice replied.
"We probably can't beat him. So, what's the plan?"
"What else can I do but report it to the Sect Master!"
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Meanwhile, in another location...
"It's ruthless! This kid has got balls!" Flender exclaimed in shock.
"This is beyond harsh, showing no mercy whatsoever. I expected him to turn a blind eye and wait for Ning Rongrong to return for her lesson. It could have been an opportunity for some fun. Instead, he just went all in. That's my style..."
"Hahaha, I like this brat! I can't wait to see how this kid will react when he faces Sword Douluo." Zhao Wuji chuckled.
Recalling his own painful encounter with Haotian Douluo the previous night, he could easily picture Wang Feng getting a taste of Sword Douluo's power.
"Wang Feng, my boy, I'm afraid you won't be able to dodge this one!" If Wang Feng had heard these words, he would surely have had a wry smile.
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