The hurricane vanished.
Oscar's face was still pale. His left hand was trembling violently, and it even seemed a little weak. He was clearly somewhat frightened.
"I, your father, have..."
Soul Power rippled continuously through Oscar's right hand, and several recovery sausages appeared. He stuffed them all into his mouth in one bite.
At last, Oscar's complexion looked normal again.
Though a trace of pain still lingered in his meridians.
His face was filled with excitement and agitation. "Brother Xian, you're practically my real brother! That was fucking...!"
If Xiao Xian had not firmly held him down with one hand, he might have pounced on him directly.
If that Blowing Fire Palm had been any stronger, or if a weaker Spirit Master had been standing any closer, it could have easily left them torn open and bleeding!
From this day onward, Oscar was actually a Spirit Master with combat ability too!
Hehehe, Fatty...!
After the wild joy subsided, the expression on Oscar's face gradually turned twisted and perverted.
"..."
"Alright, alright. Go get used to it. Let Dean and the Teachers take a look." Xiao Xian gave him a push. Flender and the others still needed to check over the first test subject.
"Okay, okay!" Oscar could no longer wait to show off to the others.
"Hehe, Rongrong, sorry about that just now! Hope you succeed too!" Oscar winked with his peach-blossom eyes, then decisively jumped off the roof.
His aura was simply too distinctive.
Ning Rongrong subconsciously shivered.
"..."
The training ground was below them. In the other direction from the building, the others were sparring.
Very soon.
Inside the tent, Xiao Xian heard Oscar's unrestrained laughter from downstairs.
Then came Ma Hongjun's voice.
"Brother Oscar! Don't push me!"
"Ahhh!"
"Phoenix Fire Line!"
"..."
Xiao Xian shook his head