Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

"The seven treasures transform into crystal; the seven treasures have names, one of which is..."

It should be said that there are differences between the plot of the game and the original novel. Before Ning Rongrong could fully unleash her two skills, Zhao Wuji's attack had already landed on the ground, and a huge shockwave spread from Zhao Wuji's feet to everyone.

Ning Rongrong jumped and easily dodged the impact, then landed safely on the ground and finished using her soul skill.

Zhao Wuji's expression shifted slightly.

"Oh? As a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you actually managed to dodge this attack on your own?"

Before he could continue speaking, Xiao Wu had already stepped over Tang San and arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, placing her feet on Zhao Wuji's shoulders.

However, Zhao Wuji didn't care. Did he know that Ning Rongrong, a second-ring weapon spirit master, only had a 30% amplification ability?

The weight on his shoulders exceeded Zhao Wuji's expectations, and he began to feel his body struggling to support itself.

Just then, Tang San's control was also in place for Xiao Wu's next attack.

Zhao Wuji felt somewhat uncomfortable, let out a cold snort, and no longer concealed his aura.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven spirit rings were attached to him, making his body enormous. He directly broke the Blue Silver Grass and stopped Xiao Wu in her tracks.

Zhu Zhuqing's attack arrived, and Zhao Wuji's defense was at its weakest point when he activated his Blue Silver Grass.

"Ding!"

Zhu Zhuqing's second strike sounded like hitting steel, producing a crisp sound. She could barely pierce Zhao Wuji's clothes.

Lu Ma watched as Zhao Wuji used his Martial Soul Possession technique, turning his body as hard as steel.

Fudo Myo-o (Acala).

After the martial spirit possessed him, Zhao Wuji's body was as still as if nailed to the ground.

Xiao Wu's gentle techniques were ineffective, and Zhu Zhuqing's strength was also ineffective.

Only Tang San, relying on the skills of the Tang Clan, managed to lift Zhao Wuji up.

With Tang San's help and Ning Rongrong's assistance, the three of them finally managed to drive Zhao Wuji's head deep into the ground.

Just as the three were feeling relieved, Lu Ma saw Zhao Wuji's shield appear. Then, Zhao Wuji stood up.

Chapter 12 Zhao Wuji: Please enter text

"Keep going, you funny little guys!"

A loud voice came from Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Meteor Hammer!

Netherworld Hundred Claws!

The three attacks came one after another. Zhao Wuji's first spirit ring flashed, and his body emitted golden light.

"Roar!"

Tang San's alarm blared, and he immediately pulled Xiao Wu back, but Dai Mobai remained unmoved, just like in the original story. At this rate, Zhu Zhuqing was bound to be sent flying.

Just then, Ning Rongrong moved, using her second soul skill on herself, ran to Zhu Zhuqing's side, pulled Zhu Zhuqing behind her, smiled at Zhu Zhuqing's astonished face, and then turned around to take the blow.

The aftershocks still sent Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing flying, and Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was completely pulverized.

"Zhu Qing!"

Dai Mubai moved swiftly and caught Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan, her body convulsing.

Despite being thrown by the aftershock, she didn't dislocate her shoulder. She tried to go forward to check on the girl in the white dress.

"Rong... Rong..."

Ning Rongrong's name suddenly appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's mind, and Zhu Zhuqing focused her attention and looked ahead.

There was a pool of blood in front of him.

it hurts.

Ning Rongrong thought to herself that she was the one who was most surprised just now.

Support Soul Masters generally don't need to go to the battlefield, so it's normal for them to have relatively poor physical fitness.

She felt like her bones were about to break from that blow.

Does this person not feel pain?

Ning Rongrong was very dissatisfied.

The second most surprised person present was Zhao Wuji.

His first soul skill, the Hundred-Year-Old Immovable King Body, is a combination of offense and defense, designed to neutralize the attacks of the three. The term "combined offense and defense" means that he is offensive; even if he intentionally holds back, it's only relative to the three of them.

He never expected that Ning Rongrong would rush forward so quickly and take the blow for Zhu Zhuqing.

If there was anything to consider in this exam, it was Ning Rongrong.

Zhao Wuji was just stupid, not dumb. He knew Ning Rongrong's true identity perfectly well.

Although his first attack was clearly aimed at Ning Rongrong, he didn't use his full strength, so that it would be easier to explain later.

But he didn't have time to stop.

He panicked when he saw the girl in front of him, blood flowing from her mouth.

He could only relieve the pressure by fighting. He rushed in front of Tang San and released his second soul skill, slapping out a palm two and a half times the size of Tang San.

Xiao Wu's charm had no effect on Zhao Wuji at all; on the contrary, the backlash caused her to faint and bleed from her mouth and nose.

Without any easing of tensions, Tang San naturally couldn't escape the area either.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji regained his senses, and his giant palm stopped the moment it struck Tang San, only the aftershock slightly flattening him.

Zhao Wuji stood still, not continuing the pursuit. Seeing that Tang San was also bleeding, he felt a vague unease.

Does this kid have someone backing him?

He thought about it.

Wait, did we just make an even bigger mistake?

Turning around, I saw Ning Rongrong still standing there, her bleeding still not stopped.

Upon closer inspection, Ning Rongrong's expression seemed a bit off.

"Oh no!" Zhao Wuji had just had this thought when he immediately turned around and ran towards Ning Rongrong, only to be tricked by Tang San.

Various hidden weapons were thrown from Tang San's hand and shot into Zhao Wuji's body.

But at this moment, Zhao Wuji's rationality compelled him to rush towards Ning Rongrong's direction. And then he saw—

Ning Rongrong's lips suddenly curled up.

Lu Ma certainly didn't step in to be a hero and save the damsel in distress. He only stepped forward to pull Zhu Zhuqing away for convenience. Of course, his smile when he turned around was just for show.

Ning Rongrong blocked the attack only because Lu Ma wanted to test the power of the Reversal Soul Skill.

Just now, Ning Rongrong's life was almost hanging by a thread, but this also gave Lu Ma confidence that he could inflict damage on the other party.

Seeing Zhao Wuji attack again, and then looking at the number 2 next to the status bar, Ning Rongrong clenched her right fist and swung it hard, smashing it into Zhao Wuji's face.

"boom--"

The punch itself already produced a faint sound of air being torn apart, not to mention that when the punch landed on Zhao Wuji's face, the shield strength was reduced by more than half, and with the support of Tang San's hidden weapons, the shield bar continued to drop.

"That punch was powerful... ouch!"

With a subtle, indirect attack, Zhao Wuji's shield completely vanished.

Zhao Wuji was utterly astonished. The little guy who ambushed him from behind was unsportsmanlike and did little damage, which was one thing, but how did Ning Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master, manage to inflict any harm on him?

More importantly, Zhao Wuji sensed that this power seemed to be inextricably linked to him.

Using someone's strength against them?

Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

In that brief moment of distraction, Ning Rongrong's second punch was ready.

As we all know, a broken shield affects the shield's owner; in this case, it's roughly equivalent to being given a vulnerability buff.

So this punch drained nearly a quarter of Zhao Wuji's blood.

"You two little brats!"

Zhao Wuji's anger was reignited. He gathered his soul power, glanced at Ning Rongrong who was panting in front of him, and decisively turned around.

"Gravity compression!"

With his fifth soul skill unleashed, Zhao Wuji struck Tang San hard, while a light shone in Tang San's hand, and a pitch-black hammer appeared, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's face!

boom!

Tang San's hammer was blocked by Zhao Wuji's palm.

Zhao Wuji's palm did not continue forward.

Even so, the aftershock still sent Tang San flying, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

Fortunately, Dai Mubai caught up with him, otherwise Tang San would probably have had to rest for several more months.

"Oscar, come quick, you've got a customer!"

Zhao Wuji stood there, looking at the several people around him who were either unconscious or injured, feeling an indescribable tension.

When did the strength I suppressed fluctuate so much?

Zhao Wuji asked himself the question and got the answer.

It was all because Ning Rongrong unexpectedly blocked the attack on the three of them.

Yes, Ning Rongrong!

Zhao Wuji looked closely and saw that Ning Rongrong was actually—

I don't know where they got a few bottles of red liquid from, but they started drinking them.

Oscar just arrived, so this red liquid couldn't possibly be his doing. Besides... if it really was Oscar's doing, he'd be even happier.