Although Tang San believed that his feelings for Xiao Wu were only those of siblings, with nothing improper between them,
when he saw Ma Hongjun looking at Xiao Wu with that lecherous gaze, fury still surged in his heart.
Xiao Wu could only be his!
Wang Yuan Number Two naturally noticed Tang San's expression and shook his head slightly. Little San was still deceiving himself.
Even deceiving himself—wasn't that far too hypocritical?
"Enough, Fatty. Wipe that drool away." Dai Mubai spoke up, then turned to the somewhat effeminate-looking youth. "Little Ao, they just passed the test, so they probably aren't in great shape. Use your Big Sausage to heal them."
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, the youth named Oscar immediately stirred his Soul Power. "Laozi has a Big Sausage!"
A puff of smoke immediately exploded, and three thick sausages appeared before Oscar.
"His Soul Skill may be a little disgusting, but Oscar's strength absolutely cannot be underestimated. His Sausage Martial Soul is the number one food-type Martial Soul on Douluo Continent."
"Its support abilities are in no way inferior to the continent's number one support Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
Everyone looked at Oscar in surprise.
They had never expected that Oscar, who seemed so unremarkable, possessed such a powerful Martial Soul!
For a moment, even those three sausages seemed much more lovable in their eyes.
Though they still found them somewhat indecent, they wanted to try a Martial Soul that was no worse than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The three of them ate all three sausages and immediately felt a large portion of their depleted Soul Power return!
Even their exhausted bodies, worn out from resisting Wang Yuan Number Two's attacks, gradually recovered.
A strange glint flashed through Tang San's eyes.
This Sausage Martial Soul