Although the teleportation mark had many limitations, when used skillfully, it could not only protect teammates, but also help them launch assaults, or even serve as a life-saving escape route when marked from afar.
At this moment, Ah Zhi relied on the teleportation mark to block between the support-type soul master and Gu Xuan.
As an elite of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan who had also studied for years at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, Gu Xuan naturally recognized that his opponent possessed spatial-type soul skills as well.
Without hesitation, the bone spike in his palm rapidly extended and lunged toward Ah Zhi.
Gu Xuan was no longer the Soul Grandmaster from four years ago—now a Soul Ancestor, his offensive power had vastly improved.
The bone spike easily pierced through Ah Zhi's crossed arms and continued growing, stabbing straight for her chest.
At that moment, Ah Zhi channeled all her electrical energy through the bone spike and into Gu Xuan's body in an instant.
In a flash, blue-violet lightning lit up the arena.
As the smoke dissipated, the brilliant electric glow on Ah Zhi's armor dimmed.
But the tall Gu Xuan also collapsed slowly to the ground.
The remaining soul masters from Heaven Dou Imperial Academy had already suffered extensive burns. Seeing their captain fall, they surrendered one after another.
With the battle over, cheers erupted from the audience stands of Heaven Dou City's Grand Arena.
Seeing Blue Tyrant Academy's victory, Yu Tianming looked toward Ning Rongrong in the nearby VIP booth.
She quickly averted her gaze, looking embarrassed and helpless as she stared at the ground.
Ning Rongrong had been spoiled since birth. As the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, she was doted on by two Titled Douluo and had always been treated like royalty within her clan.
Three years ago, when she awakened with innate soul power at level nine, she was hailed as the first prodigy in centuries with the potential to evolve the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Eight Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. The clan began grooming her as the next Sect Master.
Arrogant by nature, she relied on her talent and became even more proud and self-important.
But ever since she met Yu Tianming at the Heaven Dou Palace when she was four—and again five years ago in this very VIP booth—she had been continually humiliated and outdone by him.
Whether in strength, talent, or even banter, she always came up short against Yu Tianming.
The more she tried to prove herself, the more clownish she felt, like her former halo from the clan meant nothing here.
Seeing Ning Rongrong pretending to be invisible, Yu Tianming smirked playfully.
"Half an hour ago, didn't you say you'd agree to one request of mine? I wonder if you still remember that?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong stopped lowering her head and walked over to him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as though she might cry at any moment. "Grandpa Bone is right here, so don't ask for anything too much."
Looking at her little face, Yu Tianming rubbed his chin, his smile growing more mischievous. "Alright, I'll ask for something very modest."
Ning Rongrong seemed to imagine something, quickly stepped back, crossed her arms protectively in front of her chest, and blushed. "It can't be anything indecent either!"
Seeing her so guarded, Yu Tianming was speechless. 'She's only nine! Why does she already have such dirty thoughts? She's making me out to be some pervert!'
No wonder three years later, she could make such outrageous statements at Shrek. Clearly, she's been like this from a young age.
Who knows what kind of things Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluo have exposed her to?
Yu Tianming sighed helplessly, grabbed her small arm, and pulled her down beside him on the couch.
He chuckled, "Don't overthink it. My request is simple: just like when you acted cute with Bone Douluo earlier, give me a kiss too. That's not too much, right?"
With that, he turned his face toward her.
Looking at Yu Tianming's handsome face so close, Ning Rongrong blushed a deeper red, her heart pounding violently—so loud that Yu Tianming could clearly hear it.
Bone Douluo couldn't sit still anymore.
Though Yu Tianming only asked for a kiss on the cheek, Ning Rongrong had innate level nine soul power and was the future hope of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.
Yu Tianming, on the other hand, was the strongest talent the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan had seen in years—undoubtedly the next heir.
If the two developed any inappropriate feelings, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan might as well be merged into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan.
Ning Fengzhi also stood up and said sternly, "Men and women should keep a respectful distance. It's one thing if it's Grandpa Bone, but Rongrong, being this intimate with him could harm your reputation."
Yu Yuanzhen understood that a kiss on the cheek was trivial. What mattered was the foundation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.
Though both Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo objected, the old dragon Yu Yuanzhen deliberately chose to support it.
He stood up and blocked Gu Rong's path, casually saying, "It's just a game between children. Bone Douluo, no need to be so serious."
Although Yu Yuanzhen was just over two meters tall—shorter than the 2.5-meter-tall Gu Rong—his muscular frame exuded a pressure that overwhelmed even the skeletal giant.
His arm locked around Gu Rong's, preventing any escape.
Gu Rong, outmatched in strength, had no choice but to sit down with a sour expression.
It wasn't that he feared Yu Yuanzhen, but the man was already level 97 and enhanced by several dragon-type soul skills.
Even if Sword Douluo Chen Xin were standing here with Ning Fengzhi's support buffs, they still might not defeat him.
Ning Fengzhi, though a Soul Sage, was purely a support-type soul master and had no combat ability.
Seeing Gu Rong sit back down, Ning Fengzhi also sulkily returned to his seat, eyes burning with intensity as he stared at the two kids.
With his electromagnetic senses, Yu Tianming had already picked up on Ning Fengzhi's murderous glare.
He thought to himself, 'Uncle Ning, you gave me a storage ring, and I really appreciate it—but I have to make sure Rongrong keeps her word. Sorry, but I'll have to wrong you this time.'
Having always been spoiled by Bone and Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong had long grown fearless in front of them. Whenever she made a mistake, a little act of cuteness always got her forgiven.
Now, her heart was thudding wildly, her brain overloaded like a fried circuit. She didn't even notice how much worse Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo looked than usual.
Standing on the couch, she placed one hand on Yu Tianming's arm, the other on his face.
Disregarding her father's warning, she looked at Yu Tianming's handsome face, closed her eyes—and didn't kiss his cheek.
Instead, she turned her head and kissed him right on the lips.
Their lips touched briefly, and the moment ended.
Then Ning Rongrong jumped off the couch like she had been shocked and sprinted out of the booth.
Bone Douluo glared at Yu Tianming with hatred.
That terrifying, skeletal face and murderous eyes made Yu Tianming's skin crawl.
He felt like Gu Rong was about to stab him with a bone spike right then and there.
(End of Chapter)
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