Oscar kept his right hand hidden behind his back.
He had not expected Ning Rongrong to notice that he had already summoned four grilled sausages.
He had also relied on this trick to stay alive during the earlier Hundred Soul Beasts stage.
After reading that unnamed cookbook, Oscar discovered that he could now make all kinds of grilled sausages. These differed from his Soul Skill sausages and had no abilities whatsoever, but they could greatly whet other creatures' appetites.
Over the past few days, he had tried selling grilled sausages in Spirit City a few times, and every time, he had raked in money until his pots and bowls overflowed.
During the Soul Beast stage, even those Soul Beasts had been unable to resist the aroma of his grilled sausages.
The Soul Beasts had been slaughtering one another then. Whenever one tried to attack him, he only needed to summon a few sausages and toss them over, and it would abandon him and pounce on the sausages.
Whether through good luck or something else, after all that slaughter, only one Soul Beast had remained, barely clinging to life.
That Soul Beast had been so badly injured that it breathed its last without him even having to lift a finger. Just like that, he had somehow muddled his way into the Finals.
Seeing that he could no longer hide them, Oscar brought out the four grilled sausages.
It had to be said that Oscar's four grilled sausages had color, aroma, and flavor in abundance.
The Crispy Starch Sausage had a crisp, browned casing and a soft interior.
The Pure Meat Sausage had firm meat, a crisp, browned skin, and sweet, fragrant juices.
The Flavored Smoked Sausage carried the rich fragrance of pinewood smoking.
As for the Air-Dried Cured Sausage, its meat was firm, rich with oil, and fragrant.
Those four varieties of grilled sausage truly had color, aroma, and flavor in abundance. Although the people of the Douluo Continent could not smell them, their color alone made everyone want to try Oscar's grilled sausages.
In Spirit City, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo chuckled, their gazes dismissive.
"He went to all that trouble cultivating a method, just for a useless effect like this?"
Bibi Dong, however, was utterly astonished.
"Your Holiness, did you discover something? This cultivation method is clearly of no use at all."
Bibi Dong's expression was extremely grave. She shook her head and said,
"The lack of an effect means this isn't a Soul Skill. More importantly, they're in a consciousness space, where there is no Soul Power. How exactly did this Oscar summon those sausages? Have you thought about that?"
"Summoning without Soul Power? There's still nothing special about sausages that do nothing, is there?"
Bibi Dong sighed softly.
"You still don't understand. Perhaps you'll find it easier to grasp if I put it this way. As long as this Oscar is willing, he can feed everyone on the Douluo Continent."
"For every day he remains alive, he can summon an endless supply of sausages out of thin air, without consuming any Soul Power."
"How is that possible?"
Only then did Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo begin to understand. Could this Oscar truly summon an endless supply of sausages and feed everyone on the Douluo Continent?
Bibi Dong shook her head slightly.
"I exaggerated a little when I said he could feed everyone. Taking his summoning speed into account, feeding the population of a single province should be no problem. We just don't know whether this ability of his has a limit."
The exchange between the two on the sky screen continued.
"But I really haven't practiced any cultivation method. I can summon sausages only because I read a strange cookbook."
Ning Rongrong nodded. "So they simply never showed themselves before you. No matter. Consider what happened today a little guidance from your eldest senior sister. But I won't yield my place in the Finals to you. Now that we've finished talking and you've handed things over, it's time for you to leave the competition, little junior brother."
With that, Ning Rongrong merely turned her hand over and struck Oscar squarely on the forehead with her palm.
Oscar's eyes immediately rolled back, and he crumpled limply to the ground, the grilled sausages in his hand scattering across the floor.
[Winner: Ning Rongrong!]
As the two returned to their respective preparation spaces, the Dragon-Tiger Ranking's sky screen instantly shifted, displaying the information of the five winners and five losers at once. Then the images of the five losers vanished, and the five winners' preparation spaces merged directly into one final arena.
[Final ranking battle: a five-person arena free-for-all. The last person remaining in the arena will be Number One on the Dragon-Tiger Ranking. The remaining final placements will be determined accordingly.] [The match begins now!]
The instant their matches ended, the contestants all returned to their peak condition, so there was no need for any rest or preparation.
In fact, the Dragon-Tiger Ranking space hosted both winners' and losers' bracket matches simultaneously. However, the losers' bracket matches were hidden outright, and the people of the Douluo Continent could only see the clashes in the winners' bracket.
Ning Rongrong looked around, somewhat surprised. Setting aside the Oscar she had just encountered, she had not expected another two people present to have clearly practiced cultivation methods.
The chubby Ma Hongjun's shifty eyes were fixed on the three beauties in the arena.
Ning Rongrong was noble and poised, with an upright bearing and an exceptional air.
Zhu Zhuqing had an incredible figure, but she had once been his fellow student at Shrek Academy. She counted as one of his own, making it rather hard to make a move.
Then there was the other blonde girl, spirited and striking. Her hair was merely tied into a simple ponytail, yet she made it impossible to look away.
She possessed a bright, holy, trustworthy air. Even among the five winners, she stood out like a crane among chickens.
Outside the Dragon-Tiger Ranking, she was the first person the spectators noticed.
When the list of finalists had first appeared, Qian Renxue's charm had already drawn people's attention. Now that the final match had arrived, these people had actually gathered in various places to cheer her on together.
"She's so beautiful."
"Don't you think she looks sacred?"
"She's definitely going to win this match."
"Qian Renxue, we love you!"
"Qian Renxue, we want to have your little monkeys!"
It was hard to believe that even somewhere like the Douluo Continent, which had absolutely no connection to modernity, a Fan Club for Qian Renxue had actually formed spontaneously.
Inside the Dragon-Tiger Ranking, Ma Hongjun even felt somewhat ashamed of his own inferiority when he looked at Qian Renxue, and hardly dared approach her with glib flirtation.
With such a spirited, striking beauty, simply becoming buddies would not be out of the question.
The blacksmith Lou Gao was indeed completely uninterested in the women. Instead, he watched the others warily. Everyone in the arena was much younger than he was, but with the Deep Sea Silver Soft Armor he wore and the Flame Square Sword in his hand, he was confident he could secure an excellent placing. Besides, even if he finished dead last, he would at least receive Level Five Soul Power.
"Hey, little fatty, big-boobed girl, we're all fellow disciples. Why don't we drive these other two out first, then compete among ourselves? What do you think?"
The moment those words left her mouth, the atmosphere between the five became one of drawn swords and bent bows.
Lou Gao and Qian Renxue instantly put distance between themselves and the other three.
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