The Incompetent Zhao Wuji, Oscar's Third Ring Is Gone

Zhao Wuji pushed aside the last clump of bushes, and the sight before him abruptly brought him to a halt.

In the clearing, an elderly woman holding a Serpent Cane stood guard beside a girl sitting cross-legged.

A fresh purple Soul Ring circled the girl's body. The fluctuations of her Soul Power had not yet fully stabilized, making it obvious that she had just finished absorbing the Soul Ring.

On the ground beside them lay the corpse of a completely crimson Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. Blood still seeped from the wound in its abdomen, but it had utterly lost all signs of life.

Zhao Wuji's expression instantly darkened.

Behind him, Dai Mubai, Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun emerged from the bushes one after another. At the sight before them, all four froze.

Ma Hongjun's mouth fell open. "The Soul Ring... was absorbed?"

No one answered him.

Oscar stood amid the group, staring fixedly at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's corpse on the ground.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but could not make a sound. His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, his knuckles whitening from the force.

That was his Soul Ring.

It was the best option the Grandmaster had personally chosen for him.

A flight-type Soul Ring, perfectly suited to the attributes of his martial soul.

If he could absorb this serpent's Soul Ring, he would gain the ability to fly and become an exceptionally rare existence among food-type Soul Masters.

For this goal, he had traveled with the group for three days, trekked through the forest for most of the day, had his clothes torn by thorns and his body covered in mosquito bites, yet he had gritted his teeth and endured