Oscar's eyes widened as he glared at everyone. "We agreed you wouldn't laugh, didn't we?"
But his words only had the opposite effect — everyone laughed even harder.
Zhao Wuji was a teacher after all, and was the first to rein in his laughter. He looked at Oscar's expression of righteous indignation. "Little Ao, why don't you tell everyone what this mushroom sausage of yours does. The soul skill produced by a thousand-year Soul Ring shouldn't be too shabby."
Oscar let out an irritated huff. "Go ahead and laugh. From now on, aside from Tang San, I'm not giving my mushroom sausage to anyone else. Hmph."
As he spoke, he raised the mushroom sausage in his hand. His expression grew somewhat strange, then he declared in a proud voice, "Mushroom Sausage — third Soul Ring skill. Effect: flight."
The laughter died instantly. Every eye fixed on Oscar went wide with astonishment. And it was all because of those two simple words — flight.
Even Ning Rongrong, who possessed the so-called strongest auxiliary Martial Soul on the continent, was staring at Oscar with round eyes.
When Ning Rongrong had first arrived at the academy, the person she looked down on the most was this Oscar with his sausage Martial Soul and his vulgar soul incantation. Despite Oscar being the best-looking of the group, she had always believed that a sausage Martial Soul with no offensive capability meant he had the least potential of all. Naturally, she felt nothing but contempt for him — to the point that when Oscar had confessed his feelings, she'd taken it as nothing more than a joke.
But after she rejected him, as Headmaster Flandre vouched for Oscar's abilities and after she had personally tasted Oscar's Martial Soul sausage, Ning Rongrong's impression of him had gradually begun to shift.
An Innate Full Soul Power food-type Soul Master who had reached the rank of Soul Venerable at fourteen and already possessed a third Soul Ring — this made the perpetually proud Ning Rongrong feel genuinely inadequate. Her understanding of Oscar had completely transformed. A food-type Soul Master who had broken through the thirtieth rank was already exceedingly rare on the continent, and he was still so young. If he could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the benefit to the clan's future would be immeasurable. And if she and he… Whenever this thought crossed Ning Rongrong's mind, she immediately shut it down. After all, deep down she still couldn't bring herself to accept Oscar's soul incantation, which was truly vulgar to the extreme.
But now, in this very moment, when she suddenly heard Oscar say that his third Soul Ring skill granted auxiliary flight, Ning Rongrong felt as though her brain had detonated.
Among auxiliary Soul Masters, there were those who possessed the ability to assist with flight.
However, such a thing was exceedingly rare even among other auxiliary Soul Masters. More importantly, the flight auxiliary skill had only ever appeared in the sixth soul skill or higher for any auxiliary Soul Master Ning Rongrong had ever known about.
And this was only Oscar's third soul skill! What did that represent? It meant his future potential could only be described as limitless.
Flight — how could it possibly be flight?
Ning Rongrong gazed at Oscar with a tangle of emotions in her eyes. In this moment, she realized for the first time that among Shrek Academy's students, she might truly be the weakest of them all.
"Ahem." Oscar looked at everyone's dumbfounded faces, secretly savoring the moment, and cleared his throat before continuing. "I'm not done yet. My third Soul Ring skill is — flight for one minute."
"Come on—!" Everyone except Zhao Wuji cursed out loud.
Dai Mubai said exasperatedly, "Little Ao, are you asking for us to rough you up? Quit with the dramatic pauses."
Oscar grinned. "Boss Dai, is that a threat? Flight for one minute — so what? It's still a rare skill."
Dai Mubai snorted. "A rare chicken-rib skill, you mean. What good is flying for one minute? You couldn't even cross a wide river or a cliff."
The rainbow glow in Oscar's peach-blossom eyes seemed to intensify. "Is that really the case? What if that one minute of flight was at the speed of the Phoenix-Tailed Iridescent Serpent?"
"What?" Dai Mubai was visibly shaken. "You're saying that after eating your mushroom sausage, someone can fly at the Phoenix-Tailed Iridescent Serpent's speed for one full minute? Is that even possible?"
Oscar said proudly, "Why wouldn't it be? My third Soul Ring came from the Phoenix-Tailed Iridescent Serpent — naturally my soul skill is related to it. My senses aren't wrong. From now on, if any of you want to eat my mushroom sausage, you'd better beg me properly."
Ning Rongrong had just started to relax, only to be shocked again by Oscar's following words. Though it was only one minute, flying at the Phoenix-Tailed Iridescent Serpent's speed for one minute — just how far could that cover? At least two thousand meters, surely.
That meant in a moment of danger, one could escape to two thousand meters away in just one short minute, regardless of terrain.