"Rongrong, don't believe him!"
Oscar hurriedly interrupted Tang San and Ning Rongrong's conversation. If he did not speak up now, that spear tip might end up hanging over his head!
"He's only saying that to deceive you so he can stay alive!"
Oscar's words were effective. Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment.
Oscar was furious inside. Tang San was nothing but a hypocrite!
He had finally seen through him. Brotherly bonds? In a situation like this, they simply did not exist.
At first, he had even thought about everyone sticking together, but Tang San had stabbed him in the back without hesitation.
Oscar felt disgusted by Tang San.
He coveted his Rongrong, confessed to her at a time like this, and even tried to push him toward death.
What would the result be?
Let Tang San live, then let him hurt Rongrong however he pleased?
Impossible!
Tang San clearly already had Xiao Wu, yet he still said such things. It was utterly disgusting!
Oscar's eyes widened in fury. Afraid that Ning Rongrong might let something slip, he raised his voice several octaves.
"Tang San! You're a bitch!"
Tang San heard Oscar, who had always been meek and timid around him, actually daring to curse at him.
His heart instantly became unbalanced.
"Curse me? You, Oscar, actually dare curse at me?!" Tang San immediately raised his voice even higher, trying to overpower Oscar.
"Why wouldn't I dare curse at you?!" Oscar said viciously. "In terms of seniority at the academy, I've been here longer than you!"
"Under normal circumstances, you should be calling me senior!" Oscar straightened his back. "We came here to help save your Xiao Wu!"
When Oscar said "Xiao Wu," he deliberately raised his voice, wanting Ning Rongrong to understand that she absolutely could not believe Tang San's words.
Tang San still had Xiao Wu. Once this life-or-death choice was over, he might happily run right back to Xiao Wu's side. If she acted impulsively now, she might end up with nothing.
"What right do you have to make a scene here?"
Tang San was enraged. He had not wanted to tear into Oscar, but Oscar was now trying to make Ning Rongrong choose him. That was intolerable.
During peaceful times, everyone was good brothers.
But when disaster struck, of course one had to ensure one's own safety first!
So Tang San decided to throw the words that would hurt Oscar the most right in his face.
"Oscar, do you really think you can join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as easily as I can?"
"What are you trying to say?"
Oscar knew that he was only an ordinary food-type support Soul Master.
Even in the talent-filled Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he would not stand out.
For someone like him to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it would be difficult unless the higher-ups opened the door for him.
After all, there were far too many support Soul Masters across the continent who wanted to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Oscar would have to stand in line and wait.
That had always been Oscar's sore spot.
"What I'm trying to say is..."
Tang San sneered. "You're just a fucking support Soul Master, and you want to marry Ning Rongrong? Do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would agree?"
Oscar froze, his face flushing red.
This question had always been his inner demon.
Now that Tang San had laid it bare so nakedly, he felt awful.
Even he himself knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would very likely refuse.
But Oscar had always believed that as long as he kept fawning over Ning Rongrong, all he needed in the future was for Ning Rongrong to agree.
After all, she was the eldest princess of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Even the Sect Master would not refuse Ning Rongrong's request.
That was why Oscar had to become the ultimate simp.
For the sake of marrying Ning Rongrong, this was his only path.
"You're no better!"
Oscar had no way to answer that question, but he could curse Tang San from another angle.
"Don't think I don't know! What can that useless, trash Blue Silver Grass of yours do besides provide a little control?"
"Even if I'm a support Soul Master, protecting another support like Ning Rongrong might be difficult. But you think your own trash martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, can do it?"
"Do you know that Blue Silver Grass is a martial soul found everywhere? Without Rongrong's favor, you would never be able to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect either!"
Oscar could no longer tolerate Tang San. He unleashed everything at once.
He and Tang San had originally lived together, so they knew each other inside and out.
And precisely because of that, their insults cut especially deeply.
Because every word struck at the heart of the matter.
"You never treated me like a brother!" Oscar roared, finally speaking the words buried in his heart.
And with those words, Tang San's hypocrisy would be completely exposed.
Tang San's expression changed drastically.
Oscar had actually seen through his heart.
But Tang San was nearly powerless to refute what Oscar had said.
By then, Oscar had gone mad with rage. He tore at his throat and howled toward the sky, as though he wanted to release every bit of resentment in his heart.
"We all came here to help you save Xiao Wu, and this is how you treat me?!"
"Even when Boss Dai was injured like this, you didn't care at all!"
Oscar's final sentence dragged Dai Mubai into it as well.
Dai Mubai, seriously injured, immediately shrank to the side, afraid that this life-and-death conflict would spread to him.
Oscar and Tang San had completely lost their heads, their eyes red from cursing each other.
There was no brotherly affection left between them.
Dai Mubai watched anxiously.
But there was nothing he could do.
If he joined in, it might become a choice of one out of three.
What would there even be to choose? They might as well just read out his identification number.
He did not share such a deep relationship or bond with Ning Rongrong.
At this moment, as he watched the two argue more and more fiercely, Xue Tianyu could no longer even make out what they were saying.
They were like two shrews screaming at each other in the street.
Right and wrong did not matter. What mattered was having enough momentum.
Xue Tianyu coldly interrupted them.
"Stop arguing! Quiet!"
Xue Tianyu's words were effective. The moment he spoke, Oscar and Tang San immediately stopped.
After all, Xue Tianyu was the only one who could make the final decision now.
If they disobeyed and were killed early, they would lose every chance.
Xue Tianyu did not look again at Tang San and Oscar, who were flushed from arguing. He turned to Ning Rongrong, raised a brow, and said, "So now, who will you choose to die?"
"Do I really have to choose?"
Ning Rongrong was frightened by Xue Tianyu's gaze. With a sob in her voice, she said, "I... I don't know..."
Although Ning Rongrong said that, she was actually feeling a little thrilled inside.
After all, she now had the feeling of holding great power in her hands.
The authority to decide who lived and who died was enough to intoxicate anyone.
Especially as Ning Rongrong watched Tang San and Oscar tear into each other over her while she sat above them, judging it all.
That was not a feeling she would normally get to experience.
Xue Tianyu silently watched Ning Rongrong's fake tears and sneered inwardly. He had long seen the excitement in her eyes.
Really give Ning Rongrong the power to choose?
Dream on.
The final right of interpretation would always remain in Xue Tianyu's hands.
All of this was only the beginning of their division.
Under Xue Tianyu's pressure, Ning Rongrong looked toward Oscar.
A sense of foreboding immediately rose in Oscar's heart.
Was he about to be forced to put on a clown mask?
After giving Ning Rongrong so much, would he only receive the treatment of a clown in the end?
"Oscar, I might have to..."
Ning Rongrong said bashfully.
But every word she spoke made Oscar's face turn several shades paler.
Tang San was nearly laughing himself mad beside them.
Still, his acting was quite good. Only the wild twitching at the corners of his mouth revealed his excitement.
Oscar panicked completely.
In an almost pleading voice, he said to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong!"
"Ever since we met, how many things have I done for you? How much have I given up for you..."
"I know you understand it in your heart."
"Rongrong, think about it. Who was there to comfort you whenever you were sad?"
"It was me!"
"Who was the first to help you whenever you encountered trouble?"
"It was still me!"
Oscar looked pitifully at Ning Rongrong. "You wouldn't... choose me, would you?"
Spirit City, late at night.
The archives of Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong sat in a chair wearing a long robe. Her beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, stretched lightly as she arched her back. Her mature, alluring figure was fully displayed, carrying a unique seductive charm that made people unable to resist looking over for a glimpse of the Pope's beauty.
But the madness faintly revealed in her eyes made others hesitate to approach.
She was examining the records.
Although night had already fallen, it did not affect her investigation in the slightest.
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