Ning Rongrong took a bite and suddenly froze.
"Rongrong! Are you alright!"
Seeing this, Sword Douluo rushed to Ning Rongrong's side.
"Rongrong, what's wrong? Is this bear paw poisoned?"
Sword Douluo's eyes narrowed sharply, and his spirit power burst forth instantly, directly blasting Luo Hao far away.
"Holy crap—"
Luo Hao was caught off guard.
He was hit by Sword Douluo's spirit power shockwave.
He flew backward like a broken sack.
He crashed heavily into a large tree.
"Whoosh—"
The big tree trembled a few times.
A few withered yellow leaves fell.
"Ugh."
"It's really..."
Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Rongrong? Are you alright!" Sword Douluo became extremely anxious when he saw Ning Rongrong on the verge of tears.
"It's just too delicious!"
"Wuwuwu."
"I've never eaten such delicious roasted bear paw."
"All those chefs in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan are useless!"
"When I go back, I'll fire them all!"
Ning Rongrong said, her mouth full of bear paw, her cheeks puffed out, and she was fuming.
"Phew, Rongrong, it's good that you're okay. You scared Grandpa Jian to death." Sword Douluo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ouch, that hurts so much!"
"Old man, you're trying to murder me!"
"I just said a few words about you!"
"Personal vendetta!"
"Disrespectful old man, ouch!"
"Bullying the young! No martial ethics!"
"Are all people in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan like this?!"
On the other side,
under a large tree,
Luo Hao clutched his butt,
gritting his teeth.
He really hadn't expected this.
He was almost killed by Sword Douluo's distrust.
If his 'Nine Star Hegemon Body Art' hadn't reached LV4,
and if the nano-armor hadn't automatically covered his back just as he hit the tree,
this blow might have truly taken his life.
"I've long heard that people on the Douluo Continent never follow martial ethics. Now I've truly seen it."
"Especially Titled Douluo, every single one of them is a scumbag, they love to bully the young, and they don't even spare children. It turns out all of this is true," Luo Hao muttered in his heart, clutching his butt with one hand.
"Oh dear!"
"Are you alright!!!"
"Grandpa Jian, what are you doing? He's still a child!"
Ning Rongrong also saw Luo Hao's miserable state at this moment.
She quickly finished the bear paw in her hand.
Only then did she run towards Luo Hao.
"This...?"
Sword Douluo was also stunned at this moment.
Not because of Ning Rongrong's concern for Luo Hao.
But because...
The casual spirit power impact he had just released would have severely injured even a Spirit Elder.
But this kid...
He could still move!!!
This was almost impossible!!!
It completely overturned his understanding!
"Hiss."
"Old man, you really hit hard!"
"Confess honestly, are you trying to kill me and inherit my family's secret recipes?!" Luo Hao cursed.
"I'm so-sorry."
"It's all my fault."
"Grandpa Jian didn't mean it, he was just worried about me, that's why…"
Ning Rongrong was also a bit embarrassed at this moment.
To be honest,
they had really gone too far.
She had just finished eating the meticulously prepared roasted bear paw, and Grandpa Jian had almost killed him.
"Are you okay? I… I'll take you back for treatment."
As Ning Rongrong spoke, she tried to step forward and help Luo Hao up.
"No need!"
"My martial soul is a healing type, I'll do it myself!"
Luo Hao shook off Ning Rongrong's small hand.
Immediately, he summoned his 'Supreme Luxury Nine-Heart Begonia'.
A pale golden nine-leaf flower instantly appeared in Luo Hao's hand.
Although it looked a bit different from a Nine-Heart Begonia,
that wasn't important.
The most important thing was that
his Supreme Luxury Nine-Heart Begonia
was given by the system.
It was countless times stronger than the Nine-Heart Begonia of this low-level world.
"Whoosh—"
Golden light
instantly covered Luo Hao's body.
Immediately, Ning Rongrong saw Luo Hao's complexion and the scrapes on his body
healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than half a minute,
all external wounds scabbed over, fell off, revealing tender skin, without even a single scar.
"What… what kind of martial soul is this???"
At this moment,
Ning Rongrong lightly covered her greasy little mouth, letting out an involuntary gasp.
Sword Douluo was also stunned by the scene before him.
He had followed Ning Fengzhi and roamed the Douluo Continent for so many years; what kind of top-tier martial soul hadn't he seen?
But the martial soul Luo Hao displayed this time, and its almost perverse healing ability,
truly left him a bit bewildered.
"Good heavens, this thing is really powerful."
Luo Hao was also secretly amazed.
Because it was his first time using this martial soul.
He had thought that with his level one spirit power,
he could only last for three seconds.
But he never expected that
using this martial soul to heal himself didn't consume a single drop of spirit power!
"This martial soul is simply unbelievably awesome!"
"Me, an infinitely tanky healer, plus a Barrett with 100% critical hit rate, I'm practically invincible!"
"Little friend, what exactly is your martial soul, and why is its healing ability so powerful?" Sword Douluo couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know~" Luo Hao scratched his head, smiling innocently, "But my dad seems to call it 'Little Golden Flower'."
Little Golden Flower.
Ning Rongrong and Sword Douluo's faces darkened.
What kind of person was this little brat's father, anyway?
Such a powerful martial soul,
paired with such a rustic name.
Was it really appropriate?
"Too bad, his innate spirit power is only level 1." Sword Douluo suddenly thought of something, and his eyes dimmed.
When Ning Rongrong heard Sword Douluo say this,
her surprised expression receded.
Then, a hint of sympathy appeared on her face.
Innate spirit power level 1.
It could be said that he was almost a good-for-nothing.
His lifelong potential was limited.
No matter how hard he tried,
no matter how abnormal his martial soul was,
even with his natural divine strength,
in the end,
he wouldn't be able to achieve much.
This was innate; no one could change it.
???
"Phew~"
"Finally, I'm comfortable~"
Luo Hao put away his martial soul.
He patted the dirt off his butt and sprang up from the ground.
"So hungry! When are we going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? I'm so hungry~" Luo Hao clutched his little belly, his round, dark eyes darting back and forth between Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong's faces.