With Qi Ling's help, Oscar quickly recovered. It was embarrassing to admit, as a food- Support System Soul Master, whose job was to help others restore their Soul Power Soul Power, he now needed someone else's help to restore his own.
"Ready, Oscar?" Qi Ling laughed. "I can't wait to see your new ability."
"Alright, alright, Boss Qi!" Oscar replied, carefully putting away the bottle containing one million Gold Soul Coin. A bottle that could hold one million Gold Soul Coin must be worth at least ten thousand Gold Soul Coin, right?
"Alright, let's begin!" Qi Ling said. "This is my first time fighting against my own Martial Soul."
It is undoubtedly an incredible thing for a Support System Soul Master to fight against Power Attack System Soul Master. Even with Ning Rongrong's support, no one thought Oscar had any chance of winning.
But after Oscar ate the Mirror Sausage, a dragon's roar came from his body, followed by a Divine Dragon Phantom shooting straight into the sky from his body and then flying back into his body. It was the scene when the Divine Dragon Emperor possessed him.
After being possessed by the Divine Dragon Emperor, Oscar exuded an overwhelming aura, making him appear majestic and awe-inspiring. Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of dread; could Oscar truly create a miracle?
"Come on, Oscar, don't hold back, come at me!" Qi Ling laughed, "Let me see the power of your Soul Skill."
"Then just watch, Boss Qi!" Oscar said, " Sixth Soul Skill: Holy Dragon... Huh? What's going on?"
Oscar was about to unleash the Divine Dragon Emperor's Sixth Soul Skill when he discovered that his Martial Soul had no reaction at all. Not only was there no Soul Power fluctuation, but even his Soul Ring did not react.
"How could this happen? This wasn't the case before!" Oscar was immediately dismayed. How could things have gone so badly on the very first try? This was so frustrating!
"Could it be that the Soul Ring isn't old enough to activate the Soul Skill?" Qi Ling suddenly said. "My Sixth Soul Ring is an 890,000-year-old Dragon Ring, so the requirements might be a bit high."
"Well... that might be the case," Oscar said helplessly. "Then I'll try other skills! Fifth Soul Skill: Dragon Overlord... Huh? Why isn't that working either?"
"My Fifth Soul Ring is also 100,000 years old, Oscar. Let's try something else," Qi Ling said with a hint of helplessness.
Oscar felt like crying. He had thought that by obtaining Boss Qi's Martial Soul, he could become as strong as him, but he never expected that the gap between them would be so huge.
"Then, the Third Soul Skill: Golden Sacred Dragon Armor!" This time, at least there were no mistakes, and Oscar successfully summoned the Golden Sacred Dragon Armor. The golden armor covered his body, and he looked quite respectable.
"Wow? Pretty impressive, Oscar! Let me give you a punch!" Qi Ling exclaimed eagerly upon seeing Oscar's Golden Sacred Dragon Armor. He wanted to know if his fist could break through the armor.
"No, no, no, Boss Qi, don't get agitated, go easy on him!" Oscar shouted hurriedly. Even if the Golden Sacred Dragon Armor was unharmed by Qi Ling's punch, he wouldn't be able to withstand it!
"Let me try it, Boss Qi! I've been wanting to try your signature move, the Tyrant Dragon Fist, for ages!" Oscar said eagerly. "I'm sure I can execute this move, right? Boss Qi, just prepare your defense!"
"Interesting! Divine Dragon Emperor: Possession! Third Soul Skill: Golden Sacred Dragon Armor!" With the golden armor in place, Qi Ling and Oscar seem to be on the same starting line.
"Take this, Boss Qi, Tyrant Dragon Fist!" Oscar said, gathering his Soul Power in his right fist and then throwing a punch at Qi Ling.
The punch was delivered with astonishing force, displaying a style reminiscent of Qi Ling in battle, leaving everyone astonished. Oscar's Soul Skill was indeed incredibly magical.
After being hit by Oscar, Qi Ling felt a tremendous force coming from his chest, almost making him lose his balance. He felt a tightness in his chest and finally understood what it felt like to be hit by his enemy.
But just then, a scream rang out. Oscar, who had launched the attack, collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain, clutching his right hand. "Ah! My hand, my hand!"
Qi Ling didn't react much to the all-out attack, but Oscar's hand broke under the immense pressure.
Qi Ling felt utterly helpless in this situation. She could only blame Oscar for choosing the wrong target to copy. How could his body possibly withstand a Support System Soul Master copying a pure strength -Power Attack System Soul Master?
At the same time, everyone understood a principle from what had just happened: some people had always thought that Qi Ling was strong because of his Martial Soul, but in fact, his true strength lay within himself.
A powerful Martial Soul is merely like a handy weapon; the extent to which one can unleash Martial Soul power depends entirely on the Soul Master's own abilities.
Such a highly anticipated competition ended so abruptly, which was regrettable but there was nothing that could be done. Everyone could only take Oscar to the infirmary to treat his arm.
After applying the medicine to Oscar, Qi Ling said helplessly, " Oscar, actually, if you had chosen Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul or Fatty's Phoenix Martial Soul, the effect would have been much better. You really can't control my Martial Soul."
Oscar nodded and said, "Indeed, Boss Qi, the right choice often yields twice the result with half the effort. I'll remember that in the future."
After that, Qi Ling issued Dragon's Glory's first sect mission to everyone: to provide full assistance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, regardless of any cost.
"Our first priority now is to find help, because our strength is still somewhat weak on our own," Qi Ling said. "We need to gather all available forces within three days to defend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Also, Rongrong, Xiao San, you two come with me. There are some things I need to discuss with Sect Master Ning Fengzhi in person before I can confirm them."
After everyone accepted their tasks, they dispersed and made the most of their time to complete them. Qi Ling and Tang San, led by Ning Rongrong, went to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
When Qi Ling first saw Ning Fengzhi, she could hardly believe it. Was this middle-aged man with graying hair really the elegant Sect Master Ning of the past?
" Sect Master Ning, how are you feeling? You absolutely mustn't overwork yourself. If you collapse, it's as if we've already lost before the fight even begins!" Qi Ling said to Ning Fengzhi with concern.