Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 461 A Rare Brotherhood

After this little incident, night had slowly fallen. The three found a place to rest around a campfire for the night before continuing their journey. Even though they were quite strong, they were not so arrogant as to walk at night on the outskirts of a killing city full of fallen people.

The three agreed to take turns on duty, with Oscar taking the first, safer half of the night, and then waking Tang San up to relieve him after an hour.

Oscar himself suggested taking the lead in guarding the area. Firstly, he was wide awake, and secondly, he wanted to find a way to escape, preferably with the fat guy.

He would occasionally glance at Tang San, who was resting with his eyes closed, and sometimes throw some branches into the fire. Only after half an hour, when he was sure that Tang San had entered a light sleep, did he carefully nudge the loudly snoring Ma Hongjun with his toe.

The light tap of his toes had no effect whatsoever; Ma Hongjun didn't even think about turning over and showed no sign of waking up.

Helpless, Oscar could only continue to repeat the same actions, being extremely careful not to wake Tang San, who was standing to the side. At the same time, he cursed himself for being too easily swayed. If he had refused Tang San's invitation and stayed in Heaven Dou City, none of this trouble would have happened.

The gentle tapping on the fat man's belly continued for several tens of minutes until Ma Hongjun finally felt an unbearable itch on his stomach. He slowly opened his eyes, scratching his belly as he was about to ask Oscar what was going on.

With lightning speed, Oscar covered his mouth in a flash and gestured to him with his eyes to keep quiet. Ma Hongjun's flailing hands slowly calmed down, and he looked at Oscar with a puzzled expression. Without uttering a sound, he gestured and asked, "What do you mean?"

Given the special circumstances, Oscar couldn't speak loudly, so he could only whisper in Ma Hongjun's ear:
"Don't ask any questions yet, let's leave quickly."

"why?"

Ma Hongjun replied in a low voice, his doubts deepening. Didn't they agree before setting off to make the name of Tang Sect resound throughout the entire continent?

Oscar was furious and didn't want to explain further. He grabbed the fat man's chubby arm and tried to get up and leave, but the fat man struggled and shook him off.

"What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange since this morning. Can't you just say what's on your mind? There's no one else here."

Annoyed by being pulled around, Ma Hongjun shook off Oscar's arm and growled. This commotion successfully attracted Tang San's attention. Or rather, Tang San's attention was already focused on the two of them, but now that the commotion was too big, he could no longer pretend not to know anything.

Seeing this, Oscar sighed helplessly, glared at Ma Hongjun, and then walked directly in front of Tang San amidst Ma Hongjun's bewildered expression.

"Tang San, since that's the case, I'll be frank. I don't want to go with you to establish and develop the Tang Sect."

"I think you know the reason. You can rest assured that I won't interfere in matters that are not my responsibility. You can continue to act according to your own ideas, but please forgive me for not working together with you since we have different paths."

Tang San stared calmly at Oscar, his thoughts unreadable, before finally speaking after a long pause:

"Whether you believe it or not, I did not use my abilities recklessly to enhance my strength."

"I believe it, but who can guarantee what will happen in the future? I don't want to become a villain that everyone hates."

Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, felt completely bewildered. How did his nap turn into this situation? What exactly happened? Your two cryptic exchanges only made me, Ma, look stupid.

"Wait, wait, Xiao Ao, tell me clearly what happened, and stop stammering, or I'll lose my temper."

Seeing the fat man roll up his sleeves, looking like he was about to teach him a lesson, Oscar sighed helplessly and shook his head.

"Hey, stop talking, Fatty. Just know that I'm doing this for your own good. It's not too late to come with me now."

"What do you mean you're just leaving? Didn't we agree that you'd make the Tang Clan bigger, then go back to Qibao City to marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the pinnacle of life? Now you're backing out again? And what do you mean by 'for my own good'? If it's for my own good, why are you letting me leave? What am I going to do about this burning desire?"

Oscar was speechless at Ma Hongjun's question. Indeed, their situations were different. He had nothing and could leave at will, but the fat man was different; he was counting on that magic herb to save his life.

Despite the power of the Phoenix Martial Soul, the mutated evil fire within him can both accelerate a Soul Master's cultivation speed and constantly threaten Ma Hongjun's life. This situation becomes increasingly serious as his cultivation level increases, until one day he is burned into a mindless idiot by the evil fire all over his body, at which point it will stop.

Despite Ma Hongjun's usual optimistic demeanor, only he knows the hardships he has endured. Tang San is now Ma Hongjun's lifeline, so his advice was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

Seeing Oscar remain silent, Ma Hongjun felt a surge of anger. He knew that the greater the power of the Tang Clan, the greater his chances of finding the Rooster Crest Phoenix Sunflower. But now, his brother, who had accompanied him all the way, was about to retreat, completely disregarding his own life.

"Get out of here, and don't ever say you're my brother again."

Upon hearing this, Oscar trembled, and after several seconds he turned his gaze to Tang San, his eyes conveying a clear meaning as he asked if he could leave.

Tang San's expression slowly changed from calm to dejected as he stepped forward and gently patted Oscar on the shoulder.

“You’re right. People with different values ​​cannot work together. I was too naive. I thought that if I didn’t abuse certain abilities, I wouldn’t be despised by my companions. You can leave now.”

"These past few days have been nerve-wracking for you, so go back and get some rest. No matter what, you're still Tang San's brother."

A hint of shame slowly crept onto Oscar's face, and he was once again caught in an internal struggle before finally reaffirming his resolve.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't reveal a single word when I get back. You guys be careful."

After saying that, Oscar turned and gave Ma Hongjun, who looked indignant, a deep look before sighing and slowly walking away in the direction he had come from.

He had walked several hundred meters when Ma Hongjun called out to him.

"Wait a minute."

Oscar turned around in confusion and saw a drop of blood wrapped in soul power floating in front of him, which surprised him.

"Your ability to copy Tang San should be expiring soon. Take this drop of blood and make your own Mirror Sausage on the way back. After all, we're brothers, don't die on the way and get eaten by dogs. Now get lost."

Ma Hongjun turned his face away from Oscar and urged him to leave in a stiff tone.

This made Oscar's expression turn ferocious, and he angrily roared at Ma Hongjun:

"You fat bastard, you better come back alive."

"Stop talking nonsense. Who can take my life? Get lost."

Upon hearing this, Oscar said no more and turned to run into the distance, afraid that if he stayed any longer he would change his mind.

After Oscar left, Ma Hongjun pursed his lips and looked at Tang San beside him.

“Let’s go. No matter what conflict you had with Xiao Ao, thank you for letting him go. I will do my best to help you rebuild the Tang Clan.”

(End of this chapter)