Oscar took a deep breath and slowly walked up to the corpse.
Success or failure hinged on this one attempt: whether he could successfully embark on a brand-new path and become famous across the continent, or acquire a trash Soul Skill and become a failure of a MAN.
It all depended on the Poison-Scaled Python before him.
Time seemed to stand still as Oscar positioned his hands to absorb the Soul Ring.
He sat upright, and the deep-purple Soul Ring was drawn toward him, settling around his body.
It was clearly only a four-thousand-year Soul Ring, yet the instant he began absorbing it, a savage, powerful force slammed straight into his body.
He let out a muffled grunt as the Soul Power inside him was continuously mobilized.
It resisted the onslaught of poison-attribute Soul Power.
Fortunately, the onslaught was short-lived. After enduring two rounds, ten minutes passed, and Oscar's furrowed brow slowly relaxed.
Pain gave way to comfort.
With a bang, a large quantity of poisonous gas burst outward from around Oscar in rippling rings.
He awoke from meditation, with four Soul Rings-yellow, yellow, yellow, and purple-circling him.
"What's that smell? It stinks! Oscar, did you crap your pants?"
An inexplicable sour stench wafted over. Ning Rongrong was the first who could not stand it, pinching her nose with undisguised disgust on her face.
Zhu Zhuqing covered her nose and slowly backed away. Although she said nothing, she seemed to have said it all.
Oscar's expression froze, and an ominous premonition once again shrouded his heart.
"Huh? No way. Please, don't let me be this unlucky!"
He released his Martial Soul. Fortunately, nothing had changed.
He instinctively started to sigh in relief, but when he looked at his Fourth Soul Skill, he wanted to cry but had no tears.
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