Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 340 Looking Back

I stayed in the Killing City for more than two months.

As her use of spatial abilities became more and more sophisticated, Ning Rongrong achieved a seventy-game winning streak.

Not every 100-player battle has enough participants. As the White Queen's reputation grew, fewer and fewer people were willing to come and risk their lives.

In all this time, Ning Rongrong has only participated in the 100-person challenge six times, which is equivalent to a sixty-game winning streak.

Ning Rongrong also participated in ten regular season matches of the Hell Kill Arena, a free-for-all battle of 10 players per match.

Together, they achieved a seventy-game winning streak.

Ning Rongrong recently discovered that she seems to be being watched.

However, the other party did not make a move. Those people just glanced at it from afar. They couldn't just kill the other party just because you were looking at it!

That's so unlike her usual way of doing things.

Besides, she also hoped to glimpse the ultimate realm through the killing field.

Ning Rongrong awoke from her cultivation and gently exhaled a breath of stale air:

"The Ren and Du meridians complete the Great Circulation of Qi throughout the body."

"Peak of the Innate Realm".

Through tireless training and competitions, coupled with mental refinement, I finally reached a level today that I had never achieved in my previous life, but had witnessed.

A terrifyingly powerful innate grandmaster at the peak of perfection.

"As expected, my martial spirit still imposes too many limitations on me."

Rather than saying that the Martial Soul was suppressed by the City of Slaughter, it would be more accurate to say that the City of Slaughter suppressed the scattered rules of the Dragon God.

Legend has it that in the Douluo series, a Soul Master's Martial Soul originates from the power of the Dragon God after his death. Whether this is true or not, Ning Rongrong is not sure.

"Forget it, haste makes waste," Ning Rongrong sighed. "Grandmaster Peak, so the next step is to fully restore Kurumi's power."

"Only in that way can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School secure a place in the unknown future."

The current situation of intertwined power dynamics on the mainland.

The Spirit Hall may be behind the scenes with the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, while Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter from the Clear Sky Sect, may also be involved with the God of Asura.

Only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lacks the corresponding foundation, which is the worst case scenario, or rather, the worst-case scenario predicted.

The Haotian Sect might even be able to bring Seagod Island along.

Don't forget, this is the Land of Love, Tang Chen and Poseidon are having an affair.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu, that sycophant, might betray the Spirit Hall organization, after all, it is the Spirit Hall's lineage.

Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena...

In a sense, the Spirit Hall was bewitched.

Ultimately, maintaining balance requires external force due to insufficient strength, but constantly walking a tightrope will inevitably lead to accidents; as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet."

Ning Rongrong didn't plan to sign up for the competition today; she wanted to go out for a stroll.

The inner city of the Killing Capital is a city that lies between order and chaos.

You can buy things from the official exclusive store with confidence, but the premise is that it must be an official store, that is, a store opened by Killing City, and the goods inside are absolutely genuine.

Upon arriving at the shop, which displayed the exclusive logo of Killing City, Ning Rongrong placed two Bloody Marys on the table next to her.

"Hello, could I have a cake, please? I'd like a big one."

Ning Rongrong gestured in front of her.

"Alright, Your Majesty the White Queen, please wait a moment." In the City of Slaughter, strength reigns supreme, but once you become an official, you are 100% safe. Few dare to kill such people, as that would be disrespectful to the King of Slaughter.

Not long after, the shop owner placed a cake the size of a basketball in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Thanks, but your cakes are definitely the best."

Ning Rongrong nodded, reached out and picked up the cake, then turned and left.

Actually, when I was carrying the cake away...

Ning Rongrong sensed that there were at least a dozen prying eyes around her, but none of them dared to launch an attack amidst their greedy and lustful gazes.

This is Ning Rongrong's rise to power under the title of Queen of White.

It's not that no one has considered poisoning food, but this young lady never orders takeout.

There's no way to poison someone if they wanted to. As for poisoning a shop in the Killing City, it's impossible unless you want the law enforcement to come knocking on your door.

The order of the King of Slaughter is the true order of the City of Slaughter; as for the absence of order, that is only relative.

Just like the guide who led Ning Rongrong, even if she wandered around the City of Slaughter alone, no one dared to make a move on her.

This is the confidence that comes from having powerful backers.

"Sigh, I wonder when the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will get a powerful backer."

I don't have high requirements, any divine inheritance will do!

For example, giving Ning Fengzhi a nine-colored divine man... uh, something seems off.

Ning Rongrong covered her face with her hands, her face radiating the maternal glow of a certain Ning clan leader...

The scene is too beautiful to imagine.

Ning Rongrong did not return to her residence, but instead headed towards the suburbs, carrying a bag of cakes in her hand, humming an unknown song with a serene expression. Ning Rongrong walked towards the grove of trees.

The tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease; it seems I'm being watched again.

"Come out! Aren't you tired of following me for so long?"

"Slap, slap"

The sound of applause came from around the corner, accompanied by footsteps.

This man was burly, with his left eye closed and a prominent scar on his eyelid. Most importantly, his streamlined muscles were not as explosive as those of his previous opponents, but from Ning Rongrong's aesthetic point of view, they were quite well-proportioned.

The man had slightly disheveled black hair that reached his waist.

Madara Uchiha?

A name suddenly popped into Ning Rongrong's mind. Although it looked very similar, it shouldn't be her.

"What do you need me for?" Ning Rongrong didn't make a move.

"I'll kill you." The young man immediately launched an attack on Ning Rongrong, throwing several darts from different directions to lock onto her position.

"Remember my code name, I'm blind and I'll turn around and grab it!"

"Hobby: Gouging out people's hearts!"

Ning Rongrong: "..."

What kind of weird XP is this? There are really few people as normal as me in the Killing City!

Sure enough, they were all evil and heretical.

"How strange." Ning Rongrong lightly leaped away from all the darts coming at her, and sized up the disheveled man who was turning around to stab her.

"Contra holds a respectable position in the City of Slaughter. What makes you willing to face me alone?"

Over the past two months, Ning Rongrong has participated in many competitions.

However, the highest level of Soul Master to enter the Killing Arena is the Soul Emperor.

Those above the Soul Saint level seem to be highly sought after, and they usually don't participate in competitions, giving them a certain degree of freedom.

"So, Tang Chen is deliberately preserving the power of a Soul Saint?"

Thinking about it now, it is indeed possible. The difference between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Saint is not very noticeable here.

However, once outside, or with the approval of the King of Slaughter, he can unleash his full power and become a formidable fighter.

"So, the higher-ups in Slaughter City are already keeping an eye on me?"

"I just don't know what they're thinking."

"Now! Martial Soul Possession!" the man roared as he turned around.

"Eighth Soul Skill—"

"laugh--"

Before he could even turn around and grab the man, he completely covered his body with his martial spirit, and the soul power that had not yet been gathered on his body suddenly dissipated.

"You, you, I..." The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and looked down at his chest with difficulty.

A rapier emerged halfway through his chest, piercing his heart.

"No, that's impossible!"

How could she be so fast?

"burst"

Without giving the man much time to react, Ning Rongrong directly channeled her inner energy into his heart.

Soul power and true qi are in conflict.

Instantly, the man, who resembled Madara Uchiha, coughed up blood three times and collapsed to the ground.

"What a pity! I was standing behind you."

Ning Rongrong evaporated the blood from the rapier with her true energy and then spread her senses outwards.

As expected, he is one of the King of Slaughter's men.

The prying eyes have disappeared; they've left, haven't they?

Ning Rongrong put away her weapon, then devoured the man whose cells were not completely dead. She turned to look at the tallest building in the City of Slaughter, the Palace of the King of Slaughter.

"The next match might be a tough one."

(End of this chapter)