Dai Mubai's face darkened, and he kicked out. "Get lost! You're the damned turtle!"
Everyone burst into laughter. Oscar clutched his stomach, shaking with mirth. "Fatty, you've only just broken through, and it's already gone to your head. Boss Dai, you're going to take that? I sure wouldn't."
Ning Rongrong spat in disgust. "Roasted turtle? That's revolting. Stay away from me when you fight from now on."
Ma Hongjun wasn't annoyed by the kick. He dusted off his backside and got up, planting his hands on his hips smugly. "Jealousy! You're all openly jealous!" Unable to resist showing off, he spread his phoenix wings and gave them a shake. But the movement was too big and tugged at the injuries left by his earlier hand-to-hand fight. He grimaced in pain and dropped straight back onto the ground, setting everyone off into another round of laughter.
Qin Muchu was quite satisfied with Ma Hongjun's third soul skill. Although it lacked the flight capability and attack boost of the original Phoenix Wings Soaring, the offensive power of this skill itself was beyond reproach. It perfectly embodied the romance of a power attack system soul master: crushing an opponent's pride along with their defenses, leaving pure strength as the only voice that mattered on the battlefield.
"All right. Now that you've finished absorbing it, we should head back. Your special training isn't over yet." Flender had appeared beside them at some point. Looking at Ma Hongjun, he couldn't help smiling with satisfaction. Having such an outstanding disciple reflected well on him, too.
They headed back along the way they had come. Before long, a woman's agonized scream suddenly rang out in the distance. The sound alone was enough to convey how much pain she was suffering.
Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of