"Oscar, Feng Ge, what does this mean?!"
Seeing Qin Feng directly smear blood onto Oscar's body, Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.
"My sixth Spirit Ring skill can copy someone else's abilities, but it requires that person's blood as a catalyst!"
Oscar explained to Ning Rongrong.
"C-copy someone else's abilities?! Does that mean you'll become a Battle Soul Master?!!"
Ning Rongrong's face was filled with shock.
For a Support-Type Soul Master to possess the abilities of a Battle Soul Master was simply unimaginable.
Had he truly achieved the strict requirement of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect after all these years of training?!
"It's not a complete copy. For someone like Feng Ge, whose level is higher than mine, I can copy at most 70% of their abilities. But if someone lower-level than me has their blood mixed into a Copy Sausage, I can copy 80% of their abilities."
Oscar told Rongrong.
"You can actually copy 70% of Feng Ge's abilities?!"
Ning Rongrong was utterly stunned!!
For a Support-Type Soul Master, possessing even around 10% of a Battle Soul Master's abilities would already be incredibly powerful. Yet Oscar could copy 70%—it was simply unbelievable.
Just as her father had once said, Oscar was a super genius!!
His future accomplishments would likely be beyond measure.
"I've got a Copy Sausage, it's big and long!!"
Oscar's slightly magnetic, feminine voice rang out.
Then came an extremely philosophical dance.
Everyone present who saw the scene felt their eyes burn.
"What are those looks for? It's not like you haven't seen it before!"
Oscar looked at everyone's strange expressions, utterly speechless.
"It's mainly because we haven't seen your flirtatious incantation and that eye-twitching dance in years."
Fatty grinned.
"Uh..."
Oscar rolled his eyes and shrugged slightly.
"Holy crap? What are you doing? Are you going