Douro Continent

Chapter 119 The Power of Weapon Martial Soul (Part 2)

Oscar is gone too. [The updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, with the most timely error-free content fixes. Due to caching, it is recommended to visit the official website using a browser.] Loneliness, helplessness, loss, and pain—a barrage of emotions assaulted Ning Rongrong's twelve-year-old heart. Tears silently streamed down her face. She suddenly realized that perhaps she was truly wrong. Had she ever had any friends? The children her age in the sect either fawned over her or kept their distance when they saw her. Behind her back, they all called her the Little Witch.

Friends, just a pipe dream? No, no, no, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a strong sense of panic creeping into her heart. This night, for her, was destined to be a sleepless one.

Many years later, when Ning Rongrong of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School recalled her childhood, she told her child that there was a night, the most painful night of her life, that became a major turning point that changed her life.

early morning.

Tang San woke up from his cultivation. His daily morning cultivation of the Purple-level Demon Eye had become a habitual part of his biological clock.

Oscar didn't sleep today; instead, he was cultivating. He just hadn't fully woken up yet. Tang San tiptoed out of the dormitory, floated onto the roof, and began his daily cultivation routine.

After a night's rest, the internal injuries I sustained yesterday have mostly healed. Although my internal organs still ache slightly, it's not serious anymore, and I should be fully recovered in another day or two.

While cultivating his Purple-level Demonic Eye, Tang San recalled the battle he had fought with the Tie Long and Tie Hu brothers the previous day, especially their final attack.

The martial spirit was released from the hand, tracking the opponent's attack and concentrating all its power to bombard them. Even though their soul power was clearly lower than his own, they could still injure him; if they had met them head-on, he would likely have suffered severe damage. Although it was the Iron Brothers' soul skill, the technique didn't seem too difficult to execute. He also had a hammer; what would happen if he used this attack method on his own hammer?

Although Tang San's hammer didn't have any spirit skills attached, he was certain that it was much heavier than the Iron Brothers' hammers. As for tracking the enemy's movements, within a certain angle, he could do so using the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique. It was essentially like using his hammer as a hidden weapon.

Unfortunately, the two martial souls cannot be used at the same time. Otherwise, if you wrap the hammer handle with Blue Silver Grass, wouldn't it become a meteor hammer?

Having figured all this out, Tang San decided to find time to test whether he could use his hammer spirit in this way. How to channel his power, how to throw the hammer, and what technique to use—all of this required actual experimentation and repeated practice. Now was certainly not an option; the black hammer consumed a huge amount of spirit power, and his injuries hadn't yet healed. Practicing rashly would only risk injuring himself.

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After finishing his Purple-Level Demonic Eye training, Tang San practiced his hidden weapons for a while before having breakfast. He was the earliest riser. When he finished eating, Dai Mubai arrived at the cafeteria with a gloomy face. He simply nodded when he saw Tang San and didn't say anything more.

After Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu was the third to appear, followed by Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun. Tang San told Xiao Wu that he was alright, and only then did Xiao Wu sit down to eat, relieved.

Ma Hongjun looked refreshed and energetic, as if he had lost several pounds. Although the fat man was rough and burly, he was still good at reading people. Seeing Dai Mubai's gloomy face, he didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly ate his breakfast.

As for Oscar and Ning Rongrong, neither of them came to the cafeteria.

"Fatty, you're not going out tonight, are you?" Dai Mubai suddenly said as they finished breakfast.

Dai Mubai said, "Alright, you stay in the dorm tonight. I'm going out to find those twins from last time."

The fat man's eyes lit up. "Boss Dai, you eat the meat, but will I get some soup?"

Dai Mubai said irritably, "These kinds of things only work if both parties are willing. You can't force things." As he said this, he deliberately glanced at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing showed no reaction whatsoever, as if she hadn't heard their conversation at all. This aloof girl simply drank the rice porridge in front of her.

The invisible war did not continue. The school bell rang, and everyone hurriedly finished breakfast and went to the playground.

The dean and teachers hadn't arrived, but there was already someone on the playground—Ning Rongrong. Oscar, however, was still nowhere to be seen.

Her fair and pretty face looked somewhat haggard, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be in low spirits.

Today's teacher was still Dean Flander. Tang San and his group waited for a full quarter of an hour before the dean finally strolled over.

Flander's gaze immediately fell on Ning Rongrong, but he didn't say anything to her. "This is the second lesson. Where's Oscar? Did he sleep in again?"

Tang San quickly replied, "He was still cultivating when I came out this morning. Perhaps he was in deep meditation and couldn't wake up in time."

Flander frowned. "This class can't be held without him. Tang San, go and call him."

Tang San was about to return to his dormitory when he saw Oscar rushing towards him from that direction. However, instead of being flustered about being late, his face was filled with excitement.

"Oscar, are you trying to go running laps again?" Dean Flander glared at him.

Oscar quickly shook his head. "No, Dean, please let me explain. I've broken through! I've reached level 30!"

"What?" Not only Flander, but everyone at the same time cast surprised glances at Oscar, including Ning Rongrong.

Oscar is a year younger than Dai Mubai, only fourteen years old. Reaching level 30 in spirit power at fourteen is already a staggering figure. More importantly, Oscar possesses a food-type spirit, one of the most difficult types of spirits to cultivate. In a sense, his level 30 is far more difficult than that of a battle spirit master. Furthermore, for a food-type spirit master, each level of strength increases dramatically with the enhancement of their ability to utilize food as a support.

In the Douluo Continent, Soul Masters above level 30 are already quite rare. If they join the army, they can enjoy the待遇 (treatment/benefits) of a battalion commander leading thousands of people, or even higher. Those above level 40 are even rarer. Food-type Soul Masters above level 50 are extremely rare, and those above level 60 are almost nonexistent. Even if they exist, it takes a large clan or a place like the Spirit Hall many years to cultivate one.

If a Great Soul Master-level Food-type Soul Master can sustain the food needs of a hundred people, then a Soul Venerable, even one who has just broken through to level 30, is more than capable of supplying food for over five hundred people. This number will continue to rise as the level increases. Furthermore, reaching level 30 means that the food provided by a Food-type Soul Master will have a third attribute added to it. This will greatly enhance their ability to assist a team.

Flander's eyes lit up noticeably. "Good, good, good, Oscar, you haven't disappointed me. You're the second student to reach level 30. On behalf of the academy, I congratulate you."

Even Dai Mubai's expression softened at this moment. He walked over to Oscar, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little Oscar, congratulations. Although you reached level 30 a little slower than me, as a food-type Soul Master, you're already the most outstanding genius I've ever seen. Could it be that heartbreak can help a Soul Master break through their Martial Soul?"

Xiao Ao glared at Dai Mubai somewhat awkwardly, then looked at Ning Rongrong, whose eyes were red, and said with a wry smile, "I've never been in love, so how can I talk about heartbreak? Please stop making fun of me."

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun also stepped forward to offer their congratulations. Ning Rongrong stood there, looking at Oscar with a somewhat complicated expression, while Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

"Alright. Today's lesson will begin now." Flander's voice pulled everyone back from congratulating Little O.

"Today's lesson is simple. Oscar, you are the main character today. Today's lesson is that everyone except Oscar must eat at least one of the two types of sausages made by Oscar's soul power."

"What?" Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Flander's words. "Dean, what kind of class is this?"

Flander declared brazenly, "This is called adaptive training. I ask you, which is more important, life or face? If you could only choose one, which would you choose? Oscar's soul spell may be a bit underhanded, but as I said yesterday, he's a food-type soul master with innate full soul power and extremely high talent. The martial soul sausage he creates is the best food-type martial soul I've ever seen. During your time at the academy, he'll be one of you, and you'll train together. If you can't develop a rapport with him, you'll be wasting your best support partner."

"At the same time, this is also a training of your mentality. If you can't even do this, how will you survive in the world of Soul Masters in the future? To survive, you have to do whatever it takes. Don't even mention eating a sausage. When your life is in danger, you have to eat even rats, cockroaches, and earthworms."

Upon hearing Flander's last words, the three girls present turned pale simultaneously, their expressions clearly unpleasant. Ning Rongrong, in particular, felt like vomiting.

"This lesson is something every one of you must learn. Otherwise, there's no point in staying. Don't question my decision. From the very first day you arrived here, someone told you that Shrek Academy trains monsters, not ordinary people. Oscar, begin."

(End of this chapter)

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