Chapter 110 Ning Fengzhi: Little Oscar is too lewd! Tang San was stunned: Oscar really made the list?!
Oscar had a stubble beard and blinked his peach blossom eyes.
He was holding a shiny, greasy sausage in his hand.
His appearance exuded an indescribable lewdness.
Especially compared to the previous martial soul owners who were either domineering like the Purple Emperor Annihilating Heavenly Dragon or holy and noble like the Six-Winged Angel, Oscar's sudden change in style was simply shocking.
"This...this is the number one food-type martial soul in our Douluo Continent?"
"A sausage? And this guy's expression doesn't look like a good person at all?"
The people of Douluo Continent looked at each other, their suppressed anger from the nine consecutive losses now being stunned by this sudden absurdity.
On the Sun Moon Continent, a burst of laughter erupted.
"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Sausage? This is the trump card of Douluo Continent?"
"Judging from that guy's appearance, he's probably just a sausage vendor, right? This guy deserves to be called number one?"
"It seems like our Sun Moon Continent is destined to win this tenth match. Even this kind of trash can make the list, Douluo Continent really has no one left!"
Although the laughter couldn't be directly transmitted through the sky screen, the contemptuous atmosphere seemed to permeate through the screen.
Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the atmosphere was not as relaxed as outside. Instead, it was filled with an eerie awkwardness and solemnity.
Sect Master Ning Fengzhi looked at the future son-in-law on the sky screen, who was "posing" to the entire continent.
His usually refined and easy-going face stiffened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"This... Xiao Ao, how come he's acting like this even on the sky screen... so unrefined?"
Ning Fengzhi sighed and rubbed his forehead.
Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had long accepted Oscar and even tacitly approved of his relationship with Rongrong—after all, a food-type soul master with innate full soul power was a true genius, worthy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess—acceptance aside, seeing his future son-in-law's sleazy appearance in front of everyone from both continents made Ning Fengzhi, the father-in-law, feel somewhat embarrassed.
"Hmph, appearances can be deceiving."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded slightly, his sharp eyes seeing through appearances to the essence.
"Although this kid's martial soul appearance is indeed... unique, his innate full soul power talent is undeniable. Food-type cultivation is inherently difficult, and to reach this level, he is indeed qualified to represent Douluo Continent in this final battle."
Chen Xin actually had a good impression of Oscar.
Especially after learning that Oscar had gone to the far north alone to train in order to gain the power to protect Rongrong, and even obtained the heaven-defying Mirror Intestine soul skill, he looked at him even more highly.
"That's true…"
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who had been silent until now, frowned deeply, his face filled with worry.
Looking at the sky, Gu Rong said in a heavy tone, "Feng Zhi, Old Swordsman, don't forget, the score is nine to zero right now."
Gu Rong's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the faint joy Ning Feng Zhi felt for his son-in-law's success on the list.
"In the first nine matches, our Douluo Continent lost terribly. Especially the eighth match, the Grand Elder of Seagod Island, Poseidon. Just for refusing the challenge, she was condemned and vilified by all the Soul Masters on the continent, even causing Seagod Island's reputation to plummet."
Although Seagod Island has now been renamed Zhenhai City.
Gu Rong sighed, a worried glint in his deep-set eyes.
"The Soul Masters of Douluo Continent right now are like a bunch of gamblers who've lost everything, desperately needing a victory to save face. They've pinned all their hopes on this final match."
"Although Xiao Ao is exceptionally talented, especially with his sixth Soul Skill, Mirror Intestine, which can copy other people's Soul Skills—truly a divine skill—what if…?"
Gu Rong turned to Ning Fengzhi, lowering his voice slightly:
"What if some monster really emerges from the Sun Moon Continent and defeats Xiao Ao too… have you thought about the consequences?"
Ning Fengzhi's pupils constricted sharply, his grip on the scepter tightening involuntarily.
Yes.
If Oscar wins, he'll be a hero who turns the tide, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will rise in status.
But if he loses… against this backdrop of 9-0 despair, the loser of the tenth match will suffer a rage far more terrifying than the previous nine combined!
People won't care if you were born with full soul power, or if you tried your best.
They'll only see that you've completely destroyed the last vestige of dignity in the Douluo Continent!
At that time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Oscar's backer, will likely also be targeted by the angry public.
They might even be labeled as "raising trash" and "misleading the country and its people."
"The example of Poseidon is right before our eyes..."
Gu Rong said quietly.
"Those people have gone mad; they need an outlet. Little Oscar is now standing on the edge of a cliff."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his usually refined face now unusually serious.
He looked at Oscar, who was still grinning foolishly in the sky, and silently prayed:
"Little Oscar, you absolutely cannot lose this battle... not only for yourself, but also for Rongrong, and for the future of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
The atmosphere at Shrek Academy was suffocating.
Tang San, who had just recovered from grief and shame, was still as pale as paper.
Tang San stared intently at Oscar, who was holding a sausage and sporting a lewd grin on the sky, a complex emotion flashing deep in his eyes.
Jealousy?
Resentment?
Or some darker kind of bitterness?
Tang San quickly took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, and managed a barely perceptible smile.
He forced a seemingly gentle but actually stiff smile and walked up to Oscar.
"Little Oscar, good luck."
Tang San's voice was hoarse, sounding like it was being squeezed out of his throat.
"Since you've been chosen, give it your all.
With your sixth soul skill, Mirror Sausage, if you use it properly, you'll definitely defeat the opponents from the Sun Moon Continent.
We'll restore honor for our Douluo Continent and for Shrek Academy."
These words were spoken with perfect justification, without a single flaw.
Oscar, who had been somewhat uneasy, immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this encouragement from his "brotherly" side.
Aska had initially worried that the "dirt" on Tang San that Tianmu had exposed earlier, and Tang San's deeply affected appearance just now, might cause a rift between the brothers.
Now it seems that Third Brother is still the same Third Brother who prioritizes the greater good and cares for his brothers!
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