Oscar was only Level 30, and he was a Support Soul Master at that.
Yet one strike from him had actually cracked a Soul King's defenses!
It was utterly unbelievable!
Oscar also found it hard to believe. He had never imagined he'd get to be the center of attention like this.
He remembered what Lan Minghua had said the day he took him on as a disciple. He hadn't expected it to come true so soon.
Ning Rongrong, who had been standing still nearby, was stunned. "How is this possible? Oscar's a Support Soul Master! How could he have stronger attacks than a Battle Soul Master?"
She was envious—extremely envious!
Why was it that, despite both being Support Soul Masters, Oscar could not only protect himself but also attack more powerfully than a Battle Soul Master?
As soon as Ning Rongrong said this, the crowd around them erupted.
"What? That handsome young man's a Support Soul Master? If you hadn't told me, I'd have thought he was a Battle Soul Master!"
"Hey, hey, hey! What Support Soul Master has such powerful defenses and attacks?"
"I'd believe you if you told me he was a Battle Soul Master. But you're telling me he's a Support Soul Master?!"
The onlookers were utterly astonished. A Support Soul Master like this was beyond anything they could imagine.
Hearing everyone praise Oscar, Tang San, who was fiercely competitive, naturally refused to accept it.
He hauled himself to his feet and stared intently at Oscar.
"Hmph. I could pull off an attack like that with ease!"
Tang San hadn't lowered his voice, so everyone watching heard him clearly.
Lan Minghua's lips curled slightly. Can't hold back already? I thought you'd be able to keep it up.
Seeing the attention he thought should have been his stolen away, Tang San couldn't care less anymore.
Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, was overseeing their group this time. Even if Tang San revealed the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, no one else would dare act rashly.
But the people around Tang San immediately began jeering at him.
"You? Even if all four of you attacked together, you wouldn't stand a chance! Who do you think you're fooling?"
"I hate people like you most. You've got no real skill, just a big mouth!"
The people around him mocked him without holding back, dealing Tang San's pride an unprecedented blow.
Tang San completely lost his reason. He pulled the Godly Zhuge Crossbow from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night and aimed it at the crowd.
"Bastards! How dare you look down on me? You're all going to die!"
They had actually looked down on him, thinking he was inferior to Oscar, a Support Soul Master.
It was a disgrace beyond measure!
"Xiao San, calm down!" Xiao Wu cried out. She knew how powerful the Godly Zhuge Crossbow was.
But Tang San only wanted to kill the people who'd mocked him and show them who the real genius was!
When the onlookers saw the crossbow bolts gleaming coldly in the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, a chill ran down their backs, and they all took a big step backward.
"Die! You're all going to die!"
Tang San's face twisted with rage. Unless the people who'd mocked him died, his fury would never be appeased.
That was just how petty he was!
Lan Minghua was a little disappointed. He'd thought Tang San might have some powerful Hidden Weapons.
"So the Godly Zhuge Crossbow is your greatest trump card? What a letdown."
To make sure Tang San didn't have any other Hidden Weapons, Lan Minghua said to Zhao Wuji, "Old Zhao, knock him out and toss him up here."
Zhao Wuji nodded and vanished from the second floor with a whoosh.
Just as Tang San was about to pull the trigger, he felt a jolt from behind.
The next moment, his view shifted. His head slammed into the ground, and he passed out.
"Teacher Zhao!"
Dai Mubai and the others cried out, surprised that Zhao Wuji had attacked Tang San directly.
Zhao Wuji grabbed Tang San by the legs and tossed him straight up to the hotel's second floor.
"Dai Mubai, you lot sure know how to cause trouble! What, have I been too lax in disciplining you?!"
As he spoke, seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—appeared beneath his feet.
The people who'd been about to demand justice stopped in their tracks, unable to get another word out.
Ye Zhi Qiu was sweating profusely. He hadn't expected Shrek's accompanying teacher to be a Soul Saint!
"Everyone, get lost! If you've got a problem with that, I'll be right here!"
Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint. Even if the others were unhappy, they had no choice but to swallow it.
That was what the law of the jungle really looked like—not the pointless trouble Dai Mubai and the others had caused.
On the hotel's second floor, Lan Minghua looked at Tang San, the hypocrite, with disdain.
He placed a hand on the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night and used Divine Machine Hundred Refinements to complete Matter Transformation in just a few seconds.
In other words, the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night no longer belonged to Tang San.
"Let's see what's so special about the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Hidden Weapons you treasure so much."
Lan Minghua ran his hand over the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night, and two books appeared in his hand.
Curious, he flipped through the Mysterious Heaven Skill Tang San had written down from memory.
But it was disappointing.
Trash.
That was Lan Minghua's verdict on the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
The Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, on the other hand, were pretty decent.
But compared with the Great-Grandma Summoner, they didn't seem all that impressive.
"So the Godly Zhuge Crossbow is your greatest trump card? Looks like you're lucky."
If he'd found a Hidden Weapon stronger than the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, Lan Minghua would probably have crippled Tang San.
But many Hidden Weapons required materials that Tang San simply couldn't gather with his current abilities.
"Forget it. Here, have your two pieces of trash back."
Lan Minghua put the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Hidden Weapons back into the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.
Whether Tang San could get them out again was none of his concern.
Lan Minghua left a message in Zhao Wuji's room, then departed the hotel and headed for the Star Dou Great Forest.
At the same time, the two Titled Douluo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, arrived at the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
"This place is huge. How are we supposed to find him?" Gui Mei sighed.
Even for Titled Douluo, finding someone in the Star Dou Great Forest was highly impractical.
Yue Guan said in a soft, feminine voice, "Tang Hao is injured. He couldn't have gone into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest. We only need to search the outskirts."
The two nodded and split up to search.
Meanwhile, among the He Yuan Tribe on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang Hao lay on the ground with a vacant stare.
He'd been through something he'd never forget for the rest of his life.
At last, his Soul Power had recovered. His suffering was finally about to end!
"Damn He Yuan! You're all going to die!"
At that moment, Lan Minghua was flying over the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, wondering whether he could find Oscar a substitute for the Crested Phoenix Tail Snake.
After all, Oscar had absorbed a thousand-year Crested Phoenix Tail Snake, and his Third Soul Skill allowed him to fly briefly using a sausage.
But the Crested Phoenix Tail Snake wasn't good at flying, and its abilities also came with poison.
In every respect, it actually wasn't a good fit for Oscar.
In the original story, he'd absorbed the Crested Phoenix Tail Snake only because he'd had no other choice.
When you couldn't find a suitable Soul Beast, you had to settle for the leftovers—the Crested Phoenix Tail Snake.
But things were different now. Oscar was Lan Minghua's disciple, so naturally, Lan Minghua couldn't shortchange him.
"Too bad the Mirror Shadow Beast is in the Frozen Forest in the Far North. Otherwise, it could work as his Third Soul Ring."
But there were no Mirror Shadow Beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, so he had to forget that idea.
Still, Lan Minghua had thought of another Soul Beast to replace the Crested Phoenix Tail Snake: the Sharp-Tailed Swift.
The Speed Clan, one of the Lower Four Sects, had the Sharp-Tailed Swift as their Martial Soul.
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