"Little San, did we go too hard?" Xiao Wu asked nervously.
Tang San shook his head. "Zhao Wuji still hasn't used any spirit abilities."
He glanced at the incense. It had only burned one-third of the way. In their previous joint attack, Tang San, Kyle, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had used everything they had, yet they couldn't claim success.
Now they could clearly see his appearance after the spirit body enhancement. Zhao Wuji's entire body was covered in with brown bear. Seven spirit rings rotated rhythmically around him. Bear hands had covered him.
As Tang San said, Zhao Wuji hadn't used his spirit power before. But pride comes at a price. Because he underestimated them and because Ning Rongrong's buffs pushed their power beyond Rank 30 the Motionless Bright King was forced to pay for his mistake.
Zhao Wuji patted the dirt from his head and said gloomily, "It's like an eighty-year-old grandfather being pranked by children. It seems I won't win unless I get serious. Mubai, what are you laughing at? See me tomorrow for a real combat lesson."
Watching from the side, Dai Mubai had been laughing into his sleeve at Zhao Wuji's dusty appearance, but hearing those words, his smile vanished.
"Children, come. Let's continue."
Zhao Wuji advanced with large strides, heading straight for Tang San and Xiao Wu. Their previous coordination had left a "deep impression" on him.
"Xiao Wu, Kyle, Meteor Human Hammer!"
Xiao Wu kicked directly at Zhao Wuji's head. Simultaneously, ten strands of Blue Silver Grass surged from around Tang San, coiling toward Zhao Wuji from different directions.
Zhao Wuji raised his hand to strike Xiao Wu, but suddenly changed direction to clap his hands together. Xiao Wu swept past from the side, kicking his shoulder. Zhao Wuji looked annoyed; if he let these kids make him look like this again, he would lose too much face to teach them.
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't standing still. As Zhao Wuji advanced on Tang San and Xiao Wu, her two yellow spirit rings glowed. Her eyes stood on end as she blurred forward, her body spinning into a ball of energy, her second spirit ability: Hell Hundred Claws. Relying on rapid rotation and piercing claw attacks, she struck a hundred times in a short duration.
As Xiao Wu's kick landed and Zhu Zhuqing's claws shredded his back, Zhao Wuji was kicked into the air and bound by dozens of strands of Blue Silver Grass. Seeing him immobilized, Kyle lunged with his enlarged spears.
"Six Realm Technique: First Style: Strength Form: Twin Force Pierce!"
This technique, even without Ning Rongrong's support, could severely injure a Rank 40 master. Now, it was far stronger. Just before it hit, the Blue Silver Grass loosened slightly so the impact wouldn't be cushioned.
"You—!"
A voice suddenly roared. A cold light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. His fists clenched tight. Among his seven rings, the first yellow ring glowed. An intense golden light exploded in a split second. Kyle was hit by the blast in Point Blank and sent flying dozens of meters, crashing through several houses.
Zhu Zhuqing was sent flying as well, coughing in the air. Dai Mubai appeared to catch her, finding she had fainted with both arms dislocated. The vibration caused Xiao Wu to cough up blood in the air, her whole body stinging. Tang San's grass brought her down into his arms.
Kyle, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu were all heavily injured. Though Tang San was the least hurt, seeing Xiao Wu like this made him lose his composure.
This was Zhao Wuji's first spirit ability: Motionless Bright King Body. Despite being only a hundred-year ring, when used with Rank 76 power, the effect was devastating. It integrated attack and defense, breaking the quartet's coordination instantly. This was the true power of a Spirit Sage.
Ning Rongrong was anxious; the incense was only half-burned, and her pagoda didn't have healing abilities.
Zhao Wuji's speed suddenly increased. He reached Tang San in one step, raising a massive palm. His second spirit ring glowed. With a laugh, his palm turned gold and doubled in size the Vigorous Vajra Palm and he slapped toward Tang San.
Xiao Wu was still in Tang San's arms. He couldn't let her take the hit, so he hurriedly pulled her away, but the movement cost him the chance to dodge. At that moment, Xiao Wu's second ring glowed. Her eyes turned blood-red as she stared at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji felt a wave of dizziness. His strike slowed, and his spirit power weakened by half. Golden light flared in his eyes. The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes clashed with his golden light, and she groaned loudly, fainting in Tang San's chest with blood flowing from her nose and mouth.
Tang San used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape the attack range. Zhao Wuji didn't follow up; he stood there, surprised he had actually hurt them this much.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!" Tang San called out, funneling his internal energy into her, but she didn't react.
Zhao Wuji said, "She'll be fine. Although her confusion ability is good, the gap between our spirit power is too large. She suffered a backlash from her own power. Just like your grass was ineffective against me. Let her rest one night; she'll wake up tomorrow."
He looked at Ning Rongrong and smiled. "I don't need to try anymore. Little girl of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. You lose. You all are still lacking. You couldn't even withstand one stick of my incense."
Cradling Xiao Wu, Tang San slowly raised his head. He walked to Ning Rongrong. "Could I trouble you to look after Xiao Wu for a moment?"
Ning Rongrong froze, then took Xiao Wu into her arms.
Tang San turned and walked back toward Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji was stunned. "What, you still want to continue? I'm afraid you can't take even one of my attacks."
Zhao Wuji actually admired them; they had shown incredible characteristics and coordination. He only spoke harshly so they wouldn't become arrogant due to their talent. He didn't expect Tang San to come back alone.
Tang San shook his head. "I don't mean to ask to continue the current exam."
"Then you give up?"
"No. I hope to fight you seriously, one-on-one. Everything starts from the beginning. If I last for the time of one incense stick, then please allow all five of us to enter Shrek Academy."
Zhao Wuji smiled. "And if you can't? The five of you together already lost."
Tang San turned to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing had been treated by Dai Mubai and was awake, though weak.
Ning Rongrong smiled. "Tang San, we are comrades. At worst, we leave together."
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't speak much, but she nodded firmly. This trust gave Tang San unparalleled strength. He turned back to Zhao Wuji. "If I lose, we all leave together."
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. "Good! As you wish." He lit a new stick of incense and stuck it in the ground.
Without the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to amplify his strength and speed, Tang San clearly felt his body grow heavy. His arms trembled slightly as he forced his muscles to adapt to the sudden shift in gravity.
Simultaneously, his hands gradually turned a jade-like white. Between his ten fingers, a faint flow began to pulse. He kept his head lowered, hiding his eyes, which had now turned a deep, piercing purple.
Zhao Wuji immediately sensed a subtle transformation in the atmosphere surrounding Tang San. Although the boy's spirit power hadn't increased, the instincts of a Spirit Sage screamed that a dangerous threat was looming.
"Teacher Zhao, be care—"
"Wait a moment!"
Kyle suddenly appeared, interrupting Tang San. Kyle's current condition was exceptionally dire: blood poured heavily from his head, he was limping, and one arm hung at an unnatural angle. Normally, no human could remain conscious with such injuries, yet Kyle stood calmly, his gaze sweeping the area.
"Kyle, you should rest," Tang San said, shocked by his comrade's appearance.
"The grass brat is right. With those injuries, you'll only be a burden. Just rest," Zhao Wuji added.
Kyle smiled broadly, his teeth stained red. "I'm fine. I'm just getting serious. Don't worry, I won't be a burden. Besides, I don't like seeing Sister Xiao Wu hurt."
"I don't mind a two-on-one," Zhao Wuji challenged.
"Fine, if you insist. It's been a long time since I've seen you like this, Kyle," Tang San replied.
Kyle and Tang San stepped forward, dropping into combat stances.
"First Seal: Heaven Seal Release."
This technique shattered Kyle's internal limiters, allowing him to access 20% of his full power a massive leap from the mere 1% he was restricted to earlier. Before unsealing, Kyle could only use his techniques sequentially; now, he could channel two simultaneously. His physical build grew noticeably sturdier, though it didn't erase the reality of his severe wounds.
"Six Realm Technique: Third Style: Fortune."
"Six Realm Technique: Fourth Style: Unluck."
Outwardly, his physical and spiritual presence didn't seem to change. Kyle followed up by summoning a pair of massive spears using his first and second rings, leaving his spirit power nearly depleted.
"Twin Spear of Light, Expansion!"
He then drew his four-section nunchaku, the ends gleaming with sharp blades, and secured them at his waist. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Teacher Zhao. We can begin."
Tang San suddenly snapped his head up. The purple light in his eyes flared with blinding intensity. Meeting that gaze, Zhao Wuji's steps instinctively slowed. After all, visual confusion attacks were among the absolute hardest spirit abilities to defend against.
But Zhao Wuji quickly realized the purple light carried no mental attack it was just a distraction to slow him down. Tang San's hands, resting at his waist, shot up like lightning. Twenty-four flashes of light erupted from his fingers, rocketing toward all of Zhao Wuji's vital points.
Speed was Zhao Wuji's weakness. Even though his spirit enhancement made him slightly faster, his massive frame dictated his fighting style: meeting force with absolute force.
The moment the weapons left Tang San's hands, Kyle charged like a loosed arrow, moving twice as fast as the hidden weapons. He spun his spears flawlessly, blurring past Zhao Wuji. He struck six times from the front with the spinning spears and four times from behind with the nunchaku.
Zhao Wuji reacted instantly, crossing his arms to protect his vitals. With a dull roar, the power of the Vigorous Vajra Bear Body surged. Although Kyle's physical strikes dealt no damage, Zhao Wuji was horrified to realize that 10% of his spirit power had been instantly siphoned away due to Unluck, while Kyle's energy was mostly restored due to Luck.
"You little leech! I didn't expect you could steal my spirit power. It seems you need physical contact to do it. if that's the case, I just need to avoid you."
Kyle immediately retreated. A split second later, Tang San's hidden weapons collided with Zhao Wuji. Shrouded in golden light, the barrage of weapons simply bounced off. Unrelenting, Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to blur behind Zhao Wuji with lightning speed.
Willow Leaf Knives, Flying Locust Rocks, Gold Coin Darts, Penetrating Bone Nails, a deadly garden of hidden weapons bloomed in Tang San's Filling Flower Rain technique. They flew straight, curved, and spun, but they all shared a single target: Zhao Wuji's body.
Zhao Wuji could feel the terrifying piercing power behind these weapons; if he hadn't fully activated the Vigorous Vajra Bear Body, he likely would have been heavily wounded.
In a flash, Zhao Wuji rushed Tang San, unleashing a massive Vajra Palm. Blue Silver Grass erupted into the air, surrounding Zhao Wuji like a dense forest. It wasn't enough to stop the Sage, but it delayed him for a crucial second.
Simultaneously, Kyle inactive his Luck technique. He attacked from behind, landing six spear strikes and four nunchaku blows, draining another 10% of Zhao's spirit power. Kyle then sprinted to Tang San, grabbed his shoulder, and activated "Six Realm Technique: Third Style: Gift."
Instantly, Tang San's spirit power was largely replenished, multiplying the volume and strength of his Blue Silver Grass exponentially. Kyle then deactivated Gift techniques.
Relying on the thick grass and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San evaded the heavy Vajra Palms, which struck nothing but empty air. Tang San halted his hidden weapon barrage, focusing entirely on evasion.
"Enough! You little leech! Not only do you steal my power for yourself, but you can share it? Excellent! Absolutely excellent!" Zhao Wuji boomed, genuinely thrilled by the challenge.
The bystanders were utterly stunned. Tang San's endless array of hidden weapons and Kyle's ability to steal spirit power sent chills down their spines. Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dai Mubai all realized the same thing: if they were in Zhao Wuji's place, they would have been defeated long ago. Even Ning Rongrong, with all the vast knowledge of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, couldn't identify their combat methods.
The incense was now one-third burned.
Zhao Wuji stopped his pursuit and grinned scoldingly. "Fine, you little monkey and little leech, you're slippery ones. You want to stall for time? It won't be that easy. Third Spirit Ability: Gravity Enhancement!"
The thousand-year purple ring around his body expanded and sank directly into the earth.
At that exact moment, Kyle went all out. He hurled his twin spears into the sky and clapped his hands together as if in prayer. "Endless Spear of Yang, Expansion!"
Suddenly, Tang San and Kyle felt their legs sink as if they had stepped into a swamp; their bodies became twice as heavy. Unaffected, Zhao Wuji charged them, his eyes carrying a mocking glint that seemed to say, Let's see what you can do now.
Kyle leaped onto Zhao Wuji's back, wrapping his limbs around the massive man and activating his techniques:
"Six Realm Technique: Fouth Style: Heist."
"Six Realm Technique: Fourth Style: Fortune."
Zhao Wuji's spirit power drained at a rate of 2% per second due to Heist. He violently tried to shake Kyle off, eventually succeeding in throwing the boy. But Kyle had already stolen 30% of his energy. Overflowing with stolen power, Kyle clapped his hands in prayer once more.
"Hundred Spear Rain!"
Kyle immediately retreated and sat down to meditate. The spears he had thrown into the sky multiplied, raining down by the hundreds like a deadly meteor shower. Accelerated by Zhao Wuji's own gravity field, they fell twice as fast. Forced on the defensive, Zhao Wuji deactivated the gravity field and launched a barrage of Vajra Palms at the sky, shattering half of them.
Having to defend himself drained him further, leaving Zhao Wuji with only 30% of his total spirit power. Even though this is final attack from Kyle. Kyle had contribute significant by reducing Zhao Wuji Spiritual Power.
He glanced at the incense; it was burning down rapidly. A flicker of anxiety touched the Sage's heart. He, the great Motionless Bright King, was struggling against two twelve-year-olds. If word of this reached the other teachers, he would be a laughingstock. These kids were definitely going to pass, but this test needed to end now.
Zhao Wuji's fourth spirit ring lit up.
The purple ring flew off his body, expanding like a massive lasso, and instantly locked onto Tang San. Though the ring caused no physical harm.
"Well done, little leech!" Zhao Wuji laughed. "This is my fourth spirit ring!"
He leaped from the ground. Tang San hurriedly shifted his position, only to be horrified when Zhao Wuji altered his trajectory mid-air, tracking Tang San perfectly.
This was Zhao Wuji's fourth ability: Trace Position. Once locked on, Zhao Wuji could instantly pull himself into close combat range from anywhere within a hundred meters. For other Spirit Masters, this might seem useless, but for a physical powerhouse like Zhao Wuji, it was a godsend. It ensured his devastating melee attacks could not be dodged.
A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. It seemed he had to meet force with force. As Zhao Wuji hurtled toward him, Tang San triggered his second ability: Parasite. The Blue Silver Grass seeds he had secretly planted on Zhao Wuji's body earlier instantly sprouted, binding the Sage tightly in mid-air.
Tang San's timing was flawless he bound Zhao Wuji just as he was about to land, preventing him from launching an immediate attack. Tang San raised both arms, and with a sharp clack, six powerful crossbow bolts shot from his sleeves directly at Zhao Wuji's face. Tang San immediately leaped backward.
Despite his immense defense, the sudden bolts startled Zhao Wuji. The Motionless Bright King Body erupted in a golden shockwave, breaking the vines and deflecting the six bolts. Though deflected, the kinetic impact on his face brought him out in a cold sweat.
Following the bolts, a cluster of steel needles carrying a thick, fragrant mist shot from Tang San. The sweet tea scent made Zhao Wuji dizzy, slightly weakening his absolute defense.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down in horror, he saw that the needles had pierced his formidable defense, lodging deep into his flesh. A paralyzing agony immediately shot up his nerves.
"Poison!"
Shocked, Zhao Wuji violently surged his Vigorous Vajra Bear Body, forcing the steel needles out. But the poison had already entered his bloodstream.
While the sixty-four needles had only pierced Zhao Wuji's skin, it was enough. The Datura Snake venom forced the Sage to divert his remaining spirit power to suppress it, buying Tang San precious seconds to breathe.
Tang San dashed forward, all ten fingers flicking in unison. Ten golden flashes zipped through the air. Relying on the Purple Demon Eye, Tang San could clearly see the exact fluctuations in Zhao Wuji's spirit defense, allowing him to target the weakest points flawlessly.
The ten golden hairs pierced the defense and buried themselves into Zhao Wuji's flesh. Intense, stinging pain racked the Sage's body. Despite his mental fortitude, he couldn't help but gasp.
"You...!"
Thoroughly enraged, Zhao Wuji let out a low howl. His fifth spirit ring, a pitch-black, ten-thousand-year ring flared to life. His furious roar made the entire Shrek Academy tremble.
Tang San felt an overwhelming pressure crush him from all sides. His body was dragged uncontrollably toward Zhao Wuji. The pressure threatened to crush his bones to dust; it was a power far beyond his ability to resist.
Fifth Spirit Ability: Gravity Crush.
In a desperate move, Tang San violently ducked his head. A 24-centimeter crossbow bolted from his back, shooting straight for Zhao Wuji's open mouth. To maintain such accuracy while being crushed by gravity was nothing short of miraculous.
This was the Tense Back Flower Crossbow, fired using the back muscles. He only had one shot, but its penetrative power was devastating.
Simultaneously, Tang San kicked his feet out. Three-centimeter blades extended from his toes—one aimed at Zhao Wuji's throat, the other at his lower vitals. To execute such a lethal counter-attack while hopelessly outmatched was terrifying.
The crossbow bolt was so fast Zhao Wuji didn't have time to raise his hands. It pierced the golden aura and shot straight toward his mouth. Showing the combat experience of a true Sage, Zhao Wuji didn't panic; he snapped his jaws shut, catching the bolt perfectly between his teeth.
However, the sweet aroma radiating from the hollow bolt instantly flooded his mouth, making his head spin. The bolt contained a payload of Datura Snake venom. Though it didn't pierce his flesh, the pressure of his teeth squeezed the venom directly onto his tongue.
"Pah!"
Zhao Wuji spat the bolt out and simultaneously parried Tang San's blades with his hands.
"Are you a hedgehog?!" Zhao Wuji slurred, his tongue numbing rapidly. Even back in his days fighting across the continent, he hadn't suffered this badly. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
But Tang San wasn't finished. In his left hand, a small, pitch-black hammer suddenly appeared. As Zhao Wuji blocked his kicks, Tang San smashed the hammer directly into Zhao Wuji's face.
"Still not done?!" Zhao Wuji was fuming. He decided to teach this little hedgehog a lesson. He blocked his face with his right hand and struck Tang San's chest with his left palm. He didn't use his full strength, he just wanted to retaliate and he quickly cancelled his Gravity Crush, knowing the fifth ability would literally crush the boy to death.
Peng! Two heavy sounds echoed simultaneously.
Tang San was sent flying by the palm strike, coughing up blood mid-air. He had exhausted his mind, his techniques, and his internal strength; taking a hit from a Sage was the final straw. It was a miracle he didn't instantly black out. Kyle lunged and caught him after quick recovery.
The other muffled sound belonged to Zhao Wuji. Initially, he thought the hammer was just another hidden weapon. But the moment it struck his palm, he realized his mistake.
The impossibly profound weight of the small hammer shattered his palm and carried through, slamming into his face. Blood spurted from his broken nose, and his face was scraped raw. His dignified aura was ruthlessly crushed.
After the strike, the black hammer vanished silently. Supported by Kyle with wound in both hand, Tang San coughed up another mouthful of blood. Looking at them, no one would believe this was a victory for Zhao Wuji.
Of course, the gap in power was still absolute. Zhao Wuji had heavily injured Tang San and Kyle without even trying to kill them. He was a master of brute strength, not pursuit, and Kyle unpredictable ability with Tang San's flawless calculations and hidden weapons had perfectly exploited his underestimation. If it had been a real battle, Zhao Wuji would have simply used his fifth ring from the start, ending it instantly.
Dai Mubai stared at Zhao Wuji's bloody face, suppressing a smile. He shouted loudly, "Oscar! Oscar, get over here! You have business!"
A soft, eager voice approached rapidly. Oscar appeared so quickly he had left his sausage cart behind.
"Boss Dai, did you call me?" Oscar ran over.
"Quick, bring out some sausages. They're all injured."
Oscar was thrilled. "Five copper coins per sausage! Extra-large healing sausages!" As he chanted his bizarre incantation, savory sausages materialized in his hands.
Dai Mubai signaled to Tang San and Kyle. "Eat them. His words are disgusting, but the sausages accelerate physical recovery from injuries."
The sausage wasn't the issue, but Oscar's incantation made Tang San's stomach churn. "Our injuries aren't severe," Tang San waved him off. "We just exhausted our strength. Give them to the others."
Tang San and Kyle sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
"Oscar, hurry up, give me a sausage," Zhao Wuji demanded, his voice slurred from the venom numbing his swollen tongue.
Oscar blinked his peach-blossom eyes. "Who are you? How did you get into Shrek Academy?"
"Damn it, do you want to be punished? I am Zhao Wuji!"
"Eh..." Oscar desperately wanted to ask how the mighty Sage ended up looking like this, but catching a warning look from Dai Mubai, he quickly masked his shock. Bowing subserviently, he handed over the sausages while chanting a second, equally ridiculous incantation.
"Fresh, tender, delicious, mini sausage."
He handed a pinky-sized sausage to Zhao Wuji. Eating both the large healing sausage and the small detoxifying sausage, Zhao Wuji's complexion rapidly improved.
Dai Mubai suppressed a smile as he walked back to Zhu Zhuqing, instantly receiving her death glare. Her injuries were severe, but her eyes clearly screamed: If you dare make me eat that vulgar uncle's sausage, you're dead. Dai Mubai gave a helpless gesture. "Relax. I wouldn't make you eat his food. I couldn't stand it either."
The paralyzing Datura poison faded from Zhao Wuji's system, but acute pain made his facial muscles twitch and fatigue from lacking of spiritual power. Looking down, he found his skin covered in walnut-sized lumps the painful aftermath of the Dragon Beard Needles.
"Teacher Zhao, did we pass?" Ning Rongrong, the only one truly unscathed, pointed at the incense. It had burned out long ago.
Zhao Wuji grunted angrily, "Consider yourselves passed." Not wanting to remain a laughingstock, he turned to leave.
"Teacher Zhao, wait a moment."
A weak voice called out. Tang San slowly struggled to his feet.
"Little hedgehog, what's your problem now? You already passed," Zhao Wuji said, feeling a mix of resentment and deep admiration for the boy's monstrous combat potential.
"Teacher Zhao, we apologize for being reckless," Tang San said politely. "But your power is too formidable; we had no choice but to go all out. Let me extract the hidden weapons in your body, otherwise, they will cause lasting damage."
Because Zhao Wuji's defense was so immense, Tang San's internal strength had only been enough to lodge the Dragon Beard Needles just beneath the skin.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's expression softened, and he flushed slightly. As a Spirit Sage, being pushed to use his fifth ring against a child was an embarrassment, but these kids were truly eye-opening.
Tang San approached, finding the entry points of the needles. His hands turned jade-white once more as he used Controlling Crane Catching Dragon to pinch the skin and forcefully extract the curled golden needles.
Zhao Wuji endured hellish agony as the curled needles tore through his muscle fibers. Sweat poured from his body, turning into thick steam, but the stubborn Sage didn't let out a single groan.
Once the needles were out, Zhao Wuji ate another of Oscar's sausages, and his wounds rapidly closed. Tang San, having completely exhausted his last dregs of energy, fainted on the spot. Kyle quickly caught him.
Having recovered eighty percent of his strength, Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. "Mubai, you are responsible for settling these five new students. Classes start tomorrow. No one is to touch his scattered hidden weapons, they are poisoned. Wait for him to wake up and collect them himself."
With that, Zhao Wuji turned and left.
Watching him walk away, Oscar brought the unconscious Tang San over to Dai Mubai. Looking at the battered group, he muttered, "What's wrong with Teacher Zhao today? Why did he go so hard on the new students?"
Dai Mubai sighed. "Speak a little louder, why don't you, so Teacher Zhao can hear you better. He's boiling with anger right now and just needed to vent."
He helped Zhu Zhuqing up from the ground, casually ignoring her cold, murderous glare.
Oscar looked at Dai Mubai, then at Ning Rongrong, and whispered, "Why do you get to hold the beautiful girls, while I'm stuck carrying a guy?"
Dai Mubai's evil eyes swept over him. "Because you're the Big Sausage Uncle."
Kyle, covered in dried blood, stood up from his meditation. "Please show me to my room, Senior."
Oscar smiled, hoisting Tang San up securely. "With pleasure! I'm Oscar, Rank 29 Tool Spirit Master, Spirit: Sausage. You can call me Sausage Monopoly Oscar, or just Little Ao."
Kyle replied with a tired but earnest nod. "Nice to meet you. My name is Kyle, Rank 29 Tool Spirit Master, Spirit: Spear of Yang. You can just call me Kyle."