Tang Hao's Fury

Before long, Oscar slowly opened his eyes. The purple Spirit Ring had fully settled around him, and his level had smoothly risen to thirty-one.

"Little Ao, how was it? What Spirit Skill did you get?" Ma Hongjun immediately stepped forward when he saw that Oscar had finished absorbing the Spirit Ring.

"Hehe, this Spirit Skill of mine will definitely leave all of you shocked!" Oscar released his Martial Soul. Two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings spun around him as he stood with his hands on his hips, looking utterly pleased with himself.

"What Spirit Skill is it? Oscar, stop keeping us in suspense!" Dai Mubai said impatiently.

"My third Spirit Skill is called Flying Mushroom Sausage. It lets whoever eats it gain the ability to fly," Oscar said.

"How long does it last?" Dai Mubai asked.

"One minute."

"Tch, only one minute? Why is your Spirit Skill so lame?" Ma Hongjun immediately looked disdainful upon hearing that.

The others wore varying expressions as well, their gazes toward Oscar filled with indescribable sentiments, as though they were saying, Is such a weak Spirit Skill really worth getting this excited over?

Lin Qing was the only one present whose expression did not change, since he knew the true details of this Spirit Skill.

Moreover, even if Lin Qing had not known its details, he would not have shown any unnecessary reaction. To him, Oscar's situation was unimportant. Oscar posed no threat to him whatsoever, so Lin Qing had no interest in paying him much attention.

"But what if I tell you that you can fly at the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent for one minute?" Oscar raised his head even higher.

"What?! Fly at the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent for one minute?!"

Everyone was stunned. They knew the