On the Soul Fighting Platform, the announcer had already called Oscar's name twice.
"You have two minutes left. If you don't come up within two minutes, you'll forfeit the match and lose ten points! Do you really want to lose like this? Are you even a man? You don't even dare fight a woman!"
The announcer shouted in a scornful voice. This was his favorite trick; he had goaded plenty of timid novice Soul Masters onto the stage this way.
Zhu Zhuqing stood at the very center of the Soul Fighting Arena, looking coldly toward Oscar.
A Martial Soul wasn't everything. Powerful soul power alone already put someone far, far beyond an ordinary person. Soul power could coat the body for defense or attack, and it could also be infused into all kinds of weapons.
Zhu Zhuqing had tried concentrating soul power into bows and arrows herself. Their destructive power was only slightly weaker than that of a Tool Martial Soul.
Whether Oscar had truly been provoked by the announcer or something else had moved him was unclear.
He forced his trembling legs to carry him swiftly onto the Soul Fighting Platform.
Seeing Oscar come up, the announcer excitedly shouted into the Amplifying Soul Tool in his hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's wait and see! Will our handsome two-ring Food-type Soul Master win, or will victory go to our mysterious lady, a Three-Ring Soul Elder? Let's see if a miracle happens!"
As soon as the spectators heard that Oscar was a Food-type Soul Master, they lost all desire to watch. They had been expecting a clash of dragons and tigers, or perhaps to see that mysterious woman with the stunning figure beg for mercy.
"Just give up already!"
"Exactly! Get on with the next match! What's there to watch here?"