Star Dou Great Forest

Everyone present was a Soul Master. Who among them did not have sharp eyes?

Zhao Wuji's excuse was riddled with holes.

Dai Mubai frowned even more deeply, but seeing that Zhao Wuji was unwilling to say more, he could not press further. Still, doubts filled his heart.

Ma Hongjun muttered softly, "You can get hurt like that from hitting a table? How hard did Teacher Zhao have to slam into it...?"

Oscar clearly did not believe him either, but he tactfully did not ask any more questions. He merely carefully offered him a Recovery Sausage. "Teacher Zhao, why not have a sausage first and recover a little?"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened several shades as he stared at the steaming sausage.

The last thing he wanted to see right now was sausage. Last night, when that black-clad Title Douluo had crushed his wrist beneath his foot, the pain had nearly made him vomit his guts out.

But in front of so many students, he could not refuse Oscar's kindness. He could only accept the sausage with a dark expression and stuff it into his mouth, chewing with loud crunches as if he were grinding an enemy's bones between his teeth.

In truth, after a night of cultivation and treatment, Zhao Wuji's injuries had mostly healed.

A Soul Sage's self-healing ability far surpassed that of ordinary people. Combined with the premium healing medicine stored in his Storage Soul Tool, his broken ribs and wrist had already been set, and his internal injuries had stabilized.

The only thing giving him a headache was the injury to his face.

That black-clad Title Douluo had struck with extraordinary cunning. Zhao Wuji had no idea what method he had used, but the bruising and swelling on his face were abnormally stubborn. He had washed them with