A beam of golden-white light suddenly shot out of Oscar's mouth!
Though it was a circle thinner than Dai Mubai's original version and considerably less powerful.
It still slammed solidly into the ground not far away!
Boom!
A dull explosion rang out.
Dirt flew everywhere, and grass clippings scattered in all directions.
A small charred pit, still smoking faintly, had appeared on the ground.
Everyone froze.
The wind swept past, carrying a few fallen leaves with it. The atmosphere was eerily terrifying.
"Holy... shit..."
Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open in an O, wide enough to fit an egg.
Dai Mubai instinctively touched his chin, his eyes vacant.
Tang San's lips twitched as well, his worldview clearly taking a tiny little hit.
Han Yuchen felt utterly unruffled. He even wanted to laugh a little.
"AAAAAAAH—"
Oscar himself was the first to break the silence.
He looked at his hands, then at that little pit, appearing completely deranged.
The next second, he charged over like a bull in heat and wrapped his arms around Han Yuchen's leg.
"Brother Chen! Sob... Brother Chen!"
A grown man nearly six feet tall cried like a three-hundred-pound child, smearing Han Yuchen with snot and tears.
"I... I finally am not just a Sausage Specialist shouting encouragement from the back! I can fight too! I can use the White Tiger Roaring Light Wave!"
Han Yuchen shook his leg in disgust.
"Get lost. You got snot on my pants."
He kicked Oscar away, then patted the nonexistent dust from his trouser leg.
"What little promise."
He swept his gaze over the still-stunned crowd, his voice returning to calm.
"Your value goes far beyond this."
He looked at Oscar with sharp eyes.
"With this soul bone, at critical moments, you can copy Tang San's Blue Silver Grass and achieve