Oscar Gets Ganged Up On

Through the Martial Soul Evolution and the skillful use of clones, Oscar's Thousand Illusions Clone Sausage has become much more powerful, enabling him to create four clones with 50% of his original strength, each lasting for five minutes.

Five Dugu Yan, each with stunning beauty and slender figure, stood in a circle under the moonlight, surrounding Oscar in the middle, their emerald eyes fixed on him with a half-smile.

Oscar was surrounded by five identical, stunningly beautiful women, a faint fragrance lingering in the air. Looking at their five breathtakingly beautiful faces, his heart skipped a beat. He felt a mix of fear and a flutter of excitement; his cheeks flushed, and he swallowed hard, stammering, "Yan-- Sister Yanyan? What-what are you doing? Five of you--this is too exciting--"

Dugu Yan's true form smiled charmingly, her beauty captivating, but her words sent chills down Oscar's spine. "Nothing much. Just... I'm not in a good mood, so I wanted to stretch my muscles."

She paused, then very kindly reminded him, "Cover your face."

"Huh? Covering face?" Before Oscar could react, he saw five Dugu Yan move at the same time!

Fists and legs rained down on Oscar from all directions like a storm! Although each clone only had 50% of the original's strength, the combined force of the five was still quite formidable!

Dugu Yan didn't use her full strength; it was purely physical attacks, specifically targeting areas with thick flesh, such as the buttocks, back, and upper body. "Ouch!"

"Sister Yanyan, spare me!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Don't hit my face! You promised you wouldn't hit my face! Ouch!"

Suddenly, Oscar's mournful, high-pitched wails echoed across the tranquil shores of Moonlight Lake.

He fled in panic, trying to break free, but was firmly trapped inside the circle by five well-coordinated clones, forced to passively take the beating; the scene was quite "tragic" at one point.

In the distant dormitory building, several students were awakened by the screams and peered towards the lake.

What was that sound?

"It sounds like someone is screaming?"

Could it be haunted?

"Don't talk nonsense, someone might be cultivating."

"Cultivation can be described like this? How painful must that cultivation be?!"

As Dugu Yan fought, she felt the pent-up frustration in her chest dissipate with each punch and kick.

Seeing Oscar's disheveled and screaming appearance, she couldn't help but smile with a genuine hint of pleasure.

This guy, although his methods are obnoxious, seems to actually be somewhat effective.

Five minutes later, the clone effect disappeared. Oscar slumped to the ground, grimacing and rubbing his aching areas. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he looked quite disheveled.

"How are you feeling?" Dugu Yan asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Oscar lay on the ground, tears welling in his eyes. "Sister Yan— Sister Yanyan, you were too cruel—"

"Who gave you permission to comfort people that way?" Dugu Yan snorted. "But—thank you."

The last three words were spoken softly, but Oscar heard them clearly. He paused, looking at Dugu Yan's cheeks slightly flushed in the moonlight, and suddenly felt that this beating—maybe it was worth it?

"No... you're welcome," Oscar stammered.

Dugu Yan stretched out her hand. "Can you get up?"

Oscar grabbed her hand and used it to stand up. The moment their hands touched, they both felt as if they had been electrocuted and quickly separated.

"Um— Sister Yanyan, are you feeling better?" Oscar asked cautiously.

Dugu Yan nodded. "Much better. I feel much lighter after venting all the pent-up frustration."

Looking at the bruises on Oscar's face, she felt a little embarrassed. "Your face—should I ask Lingling to treat it for you?"

"No need, no need!" Oscar quickly waved his hand, "This is just a minor injury; I can heal myself with the Recovery Sausage. Besides—"

He chuckled, "What's a little injury if it can cheer up Sister Yanyan?"

Seeing his silly grin, Dugu Yan couldn't help but laugh too. This was the first genuine laugh she had had all day.

"Alright, stop joking. Let's go back, we have training tomorrow." Dugu Yan turned and walked towards the dormitory.

Oscar quickly followed, "Sister Yanyan, let me take you."

The two walked side by side back to their dormitory, the moonlight casting long shadows. Although neither spoke, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

When they reached the girls' dormitory, Dugu Yan stopped and turned to look at Oscar: "Little Ao, thank you for today."

Oscar scratched his head. "Sister Yanyan, you're too kind. Um—if you're ever in a bad mood, you can always come to me—"

Of course, please don't use the Clone Sausage anymore, it's too scary----"

Dugu Yan chuckled, "We'll see how you do."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the dormitory building.

Oscar stood there, touching his still-sore cheek, a silly grin on his face. He suddenly felt that the moonlight was especially beautiful tonight.

The next morning, on the training field.

Everyone noticed that Oscar had some bruises on his face. Although he had been treated with Recovery Sausage, some marks were still visible.

"Oscar, what happened to your face?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Oscar chuckled, "I was so engrossed in my cultivation last night that I accidentally bumped into the wall."

"You can't get this badly injured just from hitting a wall?" Ning Rongrong clearly didn't believe it. "It looks like you were beaten up."

"Really, really, it was from a collision." Oscar waved his hands repeatedly.

Just then, Dugu Yan walked over. She looked radiant and full of energy today, showing no signs of her heartbreak from yesterday.

"Sister Yanyan, you look great today," Xiao Wu said with a smile.

Dugu Yan smiled slightly, "Perhaps you slept well last night."

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Oscar, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes. Oscar quickly lowered his head, pretending to straighten his training clothes.

After everyone started training, some trainees whispered among themselves, "Have you heard? It seems like the lake was haunted last night."

"Really? I think I heard screams too."

"Has any of the trainees encountered any danger over there?"

"I don't know, but I saw Oscar with a bruised and swollen face this morning, could it be him—"

"Shh, keep your voice down, he's looking over here."

Oscar could only manage a wry smile upon hearing these comments. He glanced at Dugu Yan, who was training diligently, and suddenly realized that if being beaten each time could improve her mood, then perhaps he—couldn't entirely be so unacceptable?

But could you please not slap me in the face next time?

On the other side of the training field, Yan Zu watched the subtle interaction between Dugu Yan and Oscar, a smile playing on his lips. It seemed that things were developing in an interesting direction.

As dawn broke, a thin mist lingered over the playground of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin had already stood quietly at the sidelines, his white robes spotless, his hands behind his back gazing at the sky. He was like an ancient sword sheathed, its edge yet unsheatheeded, yet exuding an awe-inspiring aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

Beside him, Liu Erlong, Yan Zu, and others were already fully prepared, and a faint sense of excitement and tension filled the air.

"Grandpa Jian, why hasn't Poison Douluo arrived yet?" Ning Rongrong asked softly, her Glazed Tile eyes glancing frequently toward the academy gate.

Before Chen Xin could answer, he suddenly sensed something and his sharp gaze shot towards the entrance of the playground like a sword.

A figure slowly approached through the mist.

The newcomer appeared to be no more than forty years old, with a tall and straight posture like a pine tree. He wore a dark green robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, and his long silver-gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders. He had a heroic face with distinct features, and a pair of dark gold eyes that shone with a deep and majestic light in the morning light.

His steps were steady, his aura was contained yet not revealed, yet he possessed a sense of weight and solidity like a mountain, intertwined with another subtle sense of danger.

Chen Xin frowned slightly. He had never seen this person before, but judging from his demeanor, he was no ordinary person. His cultivation was unfathomable, at least at the level of Soul Douluo, or even—a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

Why is this person appearing at the Blue Tyrant Academy at this time? Is he friend or foe?

The man stopped a few feet in front of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them, lingering briefly on Dugu Yan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Just then, "Grandpa!" Dugu Yan's joyful voice rang out. She ran quickly towards the person who had arrived, her face beaming with a bright smile, "You've come!"

grandfather?

Chen Xin's pupils constricted sharply, her sharp gaze sweeping over the newcomer again, her eyes filled with disbelief. That "Grandpa—could it be—"

Liu Erlong and the others were also stunned. They looked at the heroic middle-aged man and then at Dugu Yan had run over, their faces blank.

This... this is Poison Douluo Dugu Bo? Are you kidding me? Isn't Poison Douluo a sinister-looking old man with dark green hair who looks to be in his sixties or seventies?

"Yanyan, have you been waiting long?" The person who came was none other than Dugu Bo, who had been completely cleansed of the toxins and transformed after his Martial Soul Evolution. He patted his granddaughter, who had run to his side, with a smile. His voice was deep and gentle, completely different from his previous hoarse and cold voice.

Chen Xin finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stepped forward, her gaze sharp as lightning, and stared intently at Dugu Bo, asking in a deep voice, "You—are you really Dugu Bo?"

Dugu Bo turned around, his dark golden eyes meeting Chen Xin's sharp gaze, and an invisible spark seemed to fly in the air.

A playful smile curved his lips. "What's wrong, Chen Xin? After all these years, you don't even recognize an old friend?"

At this moment, after consuming the Dragon-Patterned Body-Tempering Pill and the Universe Mind-Calming Pill, Dugu Bo had advanced to level 94, and his aura had become even more profound.

Although the voice had become deeper, the unique tone and the familiar arrogance and unruliness of the "Poison Douluo" in his words finally confirmed Chen Xin —the seemingly vigorous and heroic man before him was indeed the once gloomy and aged Dugu Bo!

"You—" Chen Xin's usually calm and collected mind was now stirred up by a storm. He looked Dugu Bo up and down, scrutinizing him closely, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

It wasn't just that he looked at least thirty years younger; more importantly, his aura! In the past, Dugu Bo was always surrounded by an unsettling, cold, and poisonous aura, and his Soul Power was somewhat weak due to the backlash from the toxins.

But now, that chilling feeling has almost disappeared, and his Soul Power is as solid as a mountain, vast and boundless, faintly carrying a higher level of majesty. His cultivation level seems to be more profound and stable than before! This is simply a complete transformation!