Eighty One Swings (2)

"Oscar, I know how much you've invested for me, but do you know the suffering in my heart? I constantly told myself that, once the tournament was over, I would tell you the facts. Like that I wouldn't influence your cultivation. But, within my heart, I didn't want to tell you the truth, because I didn't want to leave you. I didn't want to leave the first man I've loved in my life. Do you understand?"

If Oscar could previously be described as somewhat hesitant, then as he now heard Ning Rongrong's weeping and complaining sobs, his heart gradually softened.

Seeing the tears constantly flowing down Ning Rongrong's face, listening to her speak her mind, Oscar discovered for the first time that what he had invested wasn't wasted. This was the first time the two of them revealed their hearts, and Oscar's gaze began to become gentle.

"Then why do you say we can't be together?"

His voice gradually calming, he asked the question on his mind.

Nong Rongrong said tearfully:

"Because of the school rules. You also know that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School directly related disciples are all support type Spirit Masters. Despite having the glory of the number one support spirit, in fact, we're never able to break away from the fact that we have no attack power. This is also why I originally approached third brother to have those hidden weapons made. Therefore, in the school rules, all spouses of directly related disciples must be battle Spirit Masters with extremely formidable strength, to protect us. If it was another related disciple, perhaps there would still be a chance for flexibility. But I'm my father's only daughter, and the only future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. It's impossible for my father to be accommodating with these rules for me. I can only find a future spouse who can use spirit power to protect me."

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong in a daze,

"This is the reason we can't be together? Because I'm a support type Spirit Master?"

Ning Rongrong nodded with eyes hazy with tears.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has never discriminated against ordinary Spirit Masters. As long as you entered the school, the school would treat you sincerely. But I don't have the power to change these rules. Not even when I become the sect master. I know you're good to me, and I also truly like you. But, if we go on, it will only be more painful in the future. I don't want to drown you in this pain. A brief pain is better than prolonged ache, it's still not too late to tell you now. You're sixteen. You still have a beautiful future. I'm sorry, Oscar. Truly sorry..."

At this point, the sobs made her unable to speak.

Oscar looked bitterly at Ning Rongrong. Could he truly blame her for this?

No, of course not. This wasn't Ning Rongrong's fault. When he heard Ning Rongrong say she loved him, the softest part of his heart was already completely touched.

To him, that Ning Rongrong felt for him was more important than anything.

"Too late. It's already too late. Even if I'm only sixteen, in my heart, there will never be room for a second woman. Rongong, do you know? It's already too late for you to tell me now. I love you, forever and ever, even if the seas run dry and the stones go soft, this won't change."

An incomparably resolute splendor flickered in Oscar's peach blossom eyes. Taking a few steps forward, he grabbed Ning Rongrong's shoulders.

"Rongrong. Look at me."

Oscar's voice suddenly calmed.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly, raising her head to look at him. Suddenly, she saw a special light in Oscar's eyes she had never seen before, a light she had only seen in Tang San and Dai Mubai's eyes at the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament finals.

"Rongrong, listen to me. I won't give up. I will never give up. I'm very happy, because it's the first time I heard you say that you like me. There are difficulties before us, but as long as we love each other, the difficulties might not be insurmountable. The rules of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is nothing more than a hope for directly related disciples to possess powerful protection. Unfortunately, I can't do that right now, I'm only a food type Spirit Master, but that doesn't mean it will never be possible for me. Rongrong, will you wait for me? Give me ten years, I'll definitely find a way to become powerful, a way to gain the strength to protect you."

No matter what, Ning Rongrong hadn't expected Oscar to react like this. Seeing the stubborn light in his eyes, she suddenly discovered that this man was worthy of relying on. Practically without the slightest hesitation, she nodded.

Releasing his grip on Ning Rongrong's shoulders, Oscar turned sharply, all reluctance to part hidden completely within the deepest parts of his heart,

"Rongrong, I'm leaving. Ten years, wait ten years for me. After ten years, if I still haven't returned, get married. If I've succeeded, I will definitely return to find you. In ten years, you will be twenty four, in your prime. As long as I don't die, I will succeed."

Finished speaking, Oscar didn't pause, dashing out like a gust of wind. He wouldn't stay longer at Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He knew that he would never be able to find the true answer here. He had to go, had to leave this place, go to the outside world to search for the things he needed. Could a food system Spirit Master truly not protect the ones he loved?

No, he believed he could achieve it. For the stubborn love in his heart, anyhow and anyway, he would achieve it.

Looking at Oscar's disappearing back, Ning Rongrong was already stupid. At this moment, she clearly discovered that she couldn't control her heart from falling for this handsome man who was good to her, who invested everything for her. She was reluctant to see him leave, she truly wanted to have him stay, but she knew that if she said so, she and him would truly be forever unable to be together.

A gloomy sigh echoed behind Ning Rongrong, a forceful big hand falling on her shoulder.

"Silly girl, don't cry. If he truly can return within ten years, perhaps you truly will be able to be together."

Ning Rongrong turned around, looking at Ning Fengzhi who had quietly appeared at some point. She threw herself fiercely into her fathers arms and lost her voice in bitter tears.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood there quietly. The two great Title Douluo looked face to face, and the always taciturn Sword Douluo suddenly said:

"Suppose with time, this kid isn't something in the pond. Like he said himself, if he doesn't die in ten years, then after ten years, he will certainly shock the Spirit Master world. Shock us. Let him go temper himself."

Ning Rongrong, as the heir to the school master, having so much noise appear on her side, how couldn't Ning Fengzhi and the others notice? The three were here long ago, and also heard the majority of Ning Rongrong and Oscar's discussion, even if they didn't reveal themselves. As Ning Fengzhi heard Oscar's final decision, his eyes shone with admiration.

The Shrek Seven Devils, they really weren't ordinary characters. Perhaps this kid's talent couldn't compare to Tang San, but the unswerving determination hidden in his heart was enough to deal with a great many troubles.

Ning Fengzhi didn't hold back Oscar. He also wanted to see what kind of shock this youngster could give him in the future. If that shock was enough to offset the school rules, then he wouldn't mind being his father in law.

...

Putong.

Tang San wasn't clear on how many times this was that he'd been blasted into the pool.

The two hundred meter high torrential waterfall struck with enormous force, this was something he could only truly understand from experience.

With sealed spirit power, let alone practicing with the hammer in the waterfall, even climbing onto the large round rock was difficult to achieve. A whole three days had passed, and Tang San had never stood firmly on that incomparably sleek rock. He hadn't even swung the hammer once.

Each day he would exhaust all his energy, with difficulty climb onto land, recover his energy, and once again return to make an effort under the waterfall.

Tang San's temperament had always been known for perseverance, he had never known anything called defeat.

If the first time didn't work he would do it twice, if twice didn't work then thrice. He firmly believed that there would be a reason to what his father had him do.

Under the effect of the wisdom skull bone, Tang San began to determine the degree of sleekness of that rock, began to determine the force of impact of the water, looking for the best place to cut through to stand on the rock, and began to with great effort dodge the impact of the water.

Exploiting every fraction of strength in each part of his body.

The heavy forging hammer no doubt helped him. The heavier he was, the harder it was to be dashed into the pool.

Tang Hao always sat meditating in the cave he made, never paying any attention to what Tang San did. Tang San had stockpiled a great amount of drinking water and food in the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges, enough to let two people persist for a month.

Therefore, in this month, Tang San didn't go to pick any fruit.

Whenever he came up to rest, he would separate some food and bring it to his father's cave, arranging it in front of his father.

After eating he would immediately rest, and once his energy recovered he threw himself into the water.

Tang Hao occasionally opened his eyes, his gaze involuntarily falling on Tang San. Watching his son again and again be dashed down and climb up again, his eyes would reveal a faint gratification.

'Foolish kid, do you know? This waterfall is a hammer to forge you. What it forges is your body. As the only Divine Craftsman on the Continent, what I want to do is forge you yourself into a true divine tool.'

Five seconds. He finally endured for five seconds.

On the fifth day, Tang San could already endure on the rock for five seconds.