But the light wings produced by the Flying Sausage were different.
The gray-blue wings beat lightly and smoothly, without the slightest stiffness. He could clearly and delicately feel the wind gliding over their surface.
Ma Hongjun's feet left the ground as he slowly rose more than ten meters into the air.
He hovered there, feeling every detail of the wings.
Their span was slightly wider than his Wings of Light, their beating frequency faster, and their Soul Power consumption lower.
The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow truly deserved its reputation as the continent's recognized king of speed. These wings had evolved to the extreme in design. Every curve and every arrangement of feathers pursued minimum resistance and maximum thrust.
"Teacher, I'll go on ahead."
With that, he beat his light wings and shot into the sky like an arrow.
He was so fast that only a gray-blue afterimage remained.
Flender looked up at him and nodded slightly.
Dai Mubai accepted the Flying Sausage Oscar handed him and hesitated for a moment.
He had never eaten Oscar's sausage before.
Before coming to Shrek, all he knew about Food-Type Soul Masters was "support," "logistics," and "no combat ability."
When Flender had told him that Oscar was a Food-Type Soul Master, whose Martial Soul was sausage, and a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, Dai Mubai had been somewhat dismissive.
But afterward, he had seen Oscar's fists. He had also seen Oscar eat a Flying Sausage and dive from a height of three hundred and fifty meters, moving so fast that even his afterimage could not be seen.
This Food-Type Soul Master was unlike every Food-Type Soul Master he had known.
Dai Mubai took a bite of the Flying Sausage.
The instant gray-blue light wings unfolded from his back, his eyes widened sharply.
He could clearly sense the