Swift Flight Sausage

Oscar was startled by their reactions and hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, hey, Tang San, Xiao Wu, don't be like that! Other people want to eat my sausages, but I won't even give them any!"

"You... Don't talk! Stay away from me! Ugh!" Xiao Wu retreated while gagging.

"Hmph!"

Oscar snorted coldly, looking extremely displeased.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai patted Oscar on the shoulder, signaling that he should not take it to heart.

Oscar nodded.

The old Oscar might have felt somewhat inferior because of this, hoping to curry favor with others.

But over the past three years, under Dai Mubai's subtle guidance, Oscar had long since developed absolute confidence in his food-type talent.

"All right, everyone, quiet down."

Flender pushed up his glasses, his expression turning serious.

"As Soul Masters, you must understand that food-type Soul Masters are the strategic core of any team, no matter where they are. Your reactions only show that you lack the most basic understanding of and respect for food-type Soul Masters."

Flender paused, his tone growing even harsher. "Therefore, today's lesson is for all of you to overcome your psychological barriers. Each of you must consume at least one sausage made by Oscar."

"What? Dean, what kind of lesson is this?" Xiao Wu exclaimed.

"This is called adaptive training," Flender said coldly. "Oscar is not only a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power, but also the most talented food-type Soul Master I have ever seen. The Martial Soul sausages he produces are of extremely high quality. Ask Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun how much they have benefited over the past three years!"

Hearing this, Dai Mubai immediately spoke up in agreement. "The dean is right. Little Ao's sausages can be said to be the strongest food-type Martial Soul on the continent today. They can rapidly restore physical strength and Soul Power, remove toxins, and, most importantly, provide functional support!"

Dai Mubai took a sausage out of his storage ring.

Oscar's Swift Flight Sausage could be stored for ten days. Dai Mubai had always kept several in reserve, just in case.

The Swift Flight Sausage was different from the Recovery Sausage. It was pale purple all over, with lightning patterns flowing across its surface.

Dai Mubai held the sausage up before everyone, his eyes gleaming. "This is Little Ao's third Soul Skill, the Swift Flight Sausage. It comes from a Thousand-Year Lightning Falcon renowned for its incredible flying speed. The Swift Flight Sausage can grant a Soul Master the ability to fly at extreme speed for three minutes. You should know that, apart from some Soul Masters who are born with flying Martial Souls, flight is an ability only Titled Douluo possess."

With that, Dai Mubai opened his mouth and swallowed the Flight Sausage.

In an instant, a pair of translucent wings formed from lightning and Soul Power suddenly unfurled behind him!

The wings were about two meters wide, their lightning patterns interwoven and glowing with a pale purple light. Every flap crackled with electricity.

"Whoosh!"

Dai Mubai beat his Thunder Wings once, and his entire body shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow! His figure rapidly climbed to an altitude of dozens of meters.

He circled and dove rapidly above the training ground, pulling up again and again. His speed was so great that he left behind a long trail of pale purple light.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were seeing such a miraculous food-type Martial Soul for the first time, and stormy waves surged in their hearts.

At that moment, all four of them looked up at Dai Mubai, who was flying freely through the sky.

A moment later, Dai Mubai folded his wings and descended to the ground. The Thunder Wings turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.

"You all saw that, right? Flying at this speed for three minutes is enough to cross nearly ten kilometers. Whether escaping for your lives or pursuing an enemy, you understand what that means. I don't need to say more, do I?"

"I'll go first."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and was the first to walk up to Oscar. She extended her fair right hand, indicating that Oscar should give her a Flight Sausage.

Oscar grinned, and the Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up. "I've got a Swift Flight Sausage!"

A pale purple Swift Flight Sausage appeared in his palm, and he handed it to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing took it and immediately opened her mouth to swallow it.

A pair of transparent wings unfolded behind Zhu Zhuqing as well, making her look exceptionally valiant and dashing.

She beat her wings once and shot into the sky, circling above the training ground several times. After landing, Zhu Zhuqing nodded. "It really is pretty good."

With Zhu Zhuqing taking the lead, Ning Rongrong and Tang San tried it as well.

In the end, only Xiao Wu remained. Seeing that everyone else had finished, she could only grit her teeth and swallow Oscar's sausage.

Oscar's current Soul Power level allowed him to make at most five Flight Sausages in a row. He had already made four, and his Soul Power was nearly depleted, so he had no choice but to swallow a Recovery Sausage he had prepared earlier to restore his Soul Power.

Flender nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. You have all passed today's lesson."

"Now, each of you go back and prepare. Tomorrow morning, everyone will set out together. Teacher Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai will lead you to the Star Dou Great Forest to help Ma Hongjun obtain his third Soul Ring."

"This is not just Ma Hongjun's matter; it is also training for all of you. Remember, before you encounter a thousand-year Soul Beast, Teacher Zhao will not act unless absolutely necessary. Mubai, you should also try not to act. Everything must rely on you yourselves."

"All right, dismissed!"

"Yes, Dean!"

Everyone answered in unison.

Dai Mubai sighed inwardly.

In the original story, Oscar had broken through to level thirty at this point, and everyone had gone to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt his third Soul Ring. Now, it had become Ma Hongjun instead.

Dai Mubai silently calculated in his heart.

If that's the case, then the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, absolutely cannot fall into Tang San's hands again!

When they arrived beneath the dormitory building, Dai Mubai temporarily suppressed his thoughts and turned to call out to Zhu Zhuqing, who was about to go upstairs. "Zhu Qing, let's go to Suotuo City and reserve a more spacious carriage in advance. We can't rely on our legs to run all the way to the Star Dou Great Forest tomorrow."

Zhu Zhuqing turned around and nodded lightly. "All right."

Ning Rongrong came running over with rapid footsteps. "I want to go too!"

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of helplessness in the other's eyes.

"Let's go." Dai Mubai took the lead and headed toward the academy gates.

The three of them walked side by side along the dirt road leading to Suotuo City.

Dai Mubai had originally planned to take this opportunity to hold Zhu Zhuqing's hand and deepen their relationship, but with Ning Rongrong there, he really felt too embarrassed.

Dai Mubai spotted a sparse patch of woods not far away. His heart stirred, and he pointed toward it. "Zhu Qing, let's go to those woods for a moment. I have something to give you."

Zhu Zhuqing was slightly startled, and a faint blush rose on her pretty face. She softly replied, "Mm."

Ning Rongrong looked at Dai Mubai suspiciously. "What is it? Why are you being so mysterious...? I want to see it too!"

Dai Mubai smiled. "I only give this thing to my woman. Are you sure you want to see it?"

Ning Rongrong's heartbeat skipped half a beat. Her cheeks reddened, and she bit her lip. "Then I want to see what it is! What if I want one too?"

"Suit yourself."

Dai Mubai was not stingy. He led the two of them into the woods.

After confirming that no one was nearby, he stopped and took something out of his storage ring.

It was none other than a Pistol.

After successfully forging the first five two years ago, Dai Mubai had gradually made five more over the past two years. He now had ten in hand, along with several hundred rounds of ammunition.

This thing could be considered a weapon capable of overwhelming the entire technological level of this world.

Dai Mubai was not worried about the Pistol being imitated, either.

The true core of the weapon was the formula for its ammunition and gunpowder. Without bullets, even if someone managed to replicate the Pistol, it would be nothing more than a piece of scrap iron.