The Mighty Flying Sausage!

"Do it!"

Flender let out a low shout, his figure shooting forward like a bolt of lightning.

Zhao Wuji followed closely behind, the aura of two Soul Saint-level powerhouses erupting simultaneously!

The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow sensed the danger, let out a sharp cry, and flapped its wings, attempting to flee.

But it was too late.

Flender's speed was even greater than its own.

A massive hand condensed from soul power descended from the sky, firmly seizing the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow.

The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow struggled desperately, pecking with its sharp beak and beating its wings, but in the face of a Soul Saint's power, everything was in vain.

"Xiao Ao, come quickly!"

Flender shouted.

Oscar sprinted forward, drawing a dagger from his waist.

He crouched down, looking at the restrained Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow.

The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow's eyes were bright, staring fixedly at Oscar, filled with fear and rage.

Oscar's hand trembled slightly.

But his hand was pressed down by a larger one.

It was Fu Wen.

"Don't hesitate."

Fu Wen's voice was calm. "If you want to fly, you must pass this hurdle."

Oscar gritted his teeth and plunged the dagger down hard.

Puchi.

Blood sprayed out.

The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow's struggles gradually ceased until it finally stopped moving altogether.

Oscar released the dagger and sat back on the ground, gasping for air.

"I... I killed it."

"You killed it."

Fu Wen patted his shoulder. "You did well."

Hum!

Points of light began to condense over the corpse of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow.

The light grew brighter and denser, eventually converging into a yellow soul ring.

Seven hundred years, yellow.

Oscar's second soul ring.

"Xiao Ao, sit cross-legged and absorb the soul ring."

Flender's voice carried a hint of tension.

Oscar took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and summoned his Sausage Martial Soul.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, and the newly condensed one slowly floated up, settling onto his Martial Soul.

Then, the soul ring transformed into a warm current, surging into Oscar's body.

Oscar's body shuddered violently, his face flushing red.

Although the energy of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow's soul ring was gentle, it was, after all, a flying-type soul beast, and it would take time for it to harmonize with a food-type Martial Soul.

Oscar gritted his teeth, not making a sound.

Sweat streamed down his cheeks, and the clothes on his back were quickly soaked through.

Yet, he never uttered a cry.

Fu Wen stood not far away, watching Oscar, nodding inwardly.

This guy, usually so carefree and joking, didn't falter at all when it mattered.

Time ticked by, second by second.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Hum!

A blue light suddenly erupted from Oscar's body.

The light was bright but not blinding, carrying an aura of lightness.

That was the flight power of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow.

The blue light and the golden glow of the Martial Soul intertwined, creating a strange spectacle around Oscar.

Then, the light slowly receded.

Oscar opened his eyes.

A trace of blue light flashed across his pupils.

"I... I succeeded."

Oscar's voice was somewhat weak, but his tone was filled with excitement.

Flender crouched down, looked Oscar up and down, and then burst into laughter.

"Good! Very good!"

"A second spirit ring, a seven-hundred-year-old Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow!"

"Xiao Ao, how do you feel now? How much has your spirit power increased?"

Oscar closed his eyes to sense it, then opened them again, a look of joy appearing on his face.

"From level twenty to level twenty-three, I went up three levels!"

Flender nodded with satisfaction.

"Good! A second spirit ring giving you a three-level increase shows that this spirit ring has a high degree of compatibility with your Martial Soul!"

"Quick, release your second spirit skill and let us see what it is!"

Oscar took a deep breath, stood up, and summoned his Martial Soul.

Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Second spirit skill: Flying Sausage!"

Oscar pressed his palms together, and his spirit power surged.

Five sausages emitting a blue glow appeared in his palms, each one featuring delicate wing patterns on its surface, resembling a pair of folded wings.

"Five?"

Flender's eyes lit up. "You can make five at once?"

"Mm."

Oscar nodded, also somewhat surprised. "I feel like this is my limit; any more would be a strain."

"Five is already quite a lot."

Zhao Wuji said from the side, "And this is only at the two-ring stage; as your spirit power increases in the future, the quantity will also increase."

"What is the use of this sausage?"

Flender asked.

Oscar picked up a Flying Sausage and explained:

"After eating it, one can fly at the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow for one hour."

"The speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow?!"

Zhao Wuji gasped.

What was the concept of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow?

It was the continent's recognized number one flying spirit beast in terms of speed; even a seven-ring Soul Saint at full speed might not be able to catch up to one.

A sausage created by a two-ring food-type spirit master could grant someone this kind of speed?

"Xiao Ao, you aren't exaggerating, are you?"

Flender also found it hard to believe.

"No."

Oscar shook his head. "When I absorbed the spirit ring, I felt this power."

"The speed of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow is right here in this sausage."

"And..."

He paused. "Not only can I eat this sausage, but others can too."

"In other words, I can share the Flying Sausage with my teammates."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Ma Hongjun was the first to react.

"Brother Ao! You mean, if I eat your sausage, I can fly too?"

"Yes."

Oscar nodded.

"And fly at the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow for an hour?"

"Yes."

"Holy crap!"

Ma Hongjun jumped up in excitement: "Doesn't that mean I'll be able to experience the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow in the future!"

Flender ignored Ma Hongjun's excitement, staring at the Flying Sausage in Oscar's hand while calculating rapidly in his mind.

The biggest drawback of a food-system Spirit Master is their poor ability to protect themselves.

By choosing this spirit skill, Oscar had effectively patched that weakness.

Not only that, but he could also make his teammates fly as well.

In team combat, the value of this was immeasurable.

"Good! Very good!"

Flender laughed out loud: "Xiao Ao, you chose this second spirit skill perfectly!"

"It's countless times better than trash like the Moon Shadow Spirit Fox!"

Zhao Wuji nodded as well, his eyes full of admiration.

"Xiao Ao, try it now and see if you can fly."

Oscar nodded, picked up a Flying Sausage, and took a bite.

As the sausage entered his stomach, a warm power spread from his gut to his limbs and bones.

Immediately after, a pair of wings condensed from blue light erupted from his back!

The wings were not physical, but rather light wings composed of the power of flight—thin, transparent, and shimmering with a faint blue glow.

Oscar tried flapping his wings, and his entire body drifted off the ground.

"I... I'm flying!"

Oscar hovered in mid-air, both shocked and delighted.

He tried to control his direction, and with a beat of his wings, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, his speed astonishingly fast.

"So fast!"

Flender's pupils constricted.

That speed was something even he might not be able to catch up to.

Oscar flew a circle over the rainforest before landing back on the ground and retracting his wings.

"Dad, this speed is terrifying!"

He was so excited his face turned red: "I feel like it's even faster than you described!"

"The speed of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow is well-deserved."

Flender sighed in admiration: "Xiao Ao, this spirit skill of yours will be our academy's trump card for survival from now on."

"If we encounter an enemy we can't beat, everyone gets a Flying Sausage, and we just fly away."

"No one will be able to catch us."

Oscar chuckled and handed out the Flying Sausages in his hand to everyone.

"Come on, one for each of you, taste my handiwork."

Ma Hongjun was the first to snatch one and take a bite.

Blue light wings unfolded behind his back, and as he tried to flap them twice, he wobbled into the air.