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Oscar descended from the sky with a thunderous crash, landing directly in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
Facing the attacks coming from all directions, he curved his lips into a faint smile. In an instant, golden light surged from his body.
The golden radiance flowed like liquid, condensing into a half-domed shield that enveloped Zhu Zhuqing within.
Oscar had already perfected his Indestructible Vajra Body. Projecting golden light externally was now second nature.
The next moment, the combined attacks of Davis and the others slammed into the shield, triggering a deafening boom and raising a cloud of dust across the battlefield.
Davis swept his claw through the dust, his eyes bulging in disbelief.
That golden shield didn't even have a single crack.
"Impossible! How could it withstand it?!"
"With our combined strike—even a Soul King wouldn't have come out unscathed!"
The Star Luo Royal Team stood dumbfounded, utterly unable to believe what they were seeing.
Even the disciples of the Haotian Sect were frozen in place.
They had anticipated Oscar's arrival, but a food-type Soul Master possessing such terrifying defensive power was beyond comprehension.
For a moment, Oscar became the brightest star in the upper half of the arena.
With a light smile, Oscar asked, "Zhuqing, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Oscar," Zhu Zhuqing replied softly. Her usual icy tone was gone, replaced with a gentle warmth.
This new tone caught Oscar off guard, leaving him slightly unsettled.
He coughed lightly and asked, "Did you manage to grab a seat token? If not, we'll need to break through and snatch one."
Zhu Zhuqing stepped up beside him and nodded. "I already have mine. But I want to defeat them. Oscar, will you help me?"
Her voice carried a trace of pleading—the first time she had ever asked someone for help.
Looking at Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, Oscar instantly understood who they were.
Back at Shrek Academy, he had already learned about Zhu Zhuqing's identity.
Through his own understanding, he knew what she meant when she spoke of fate.
Dai Mubai had fallen. No one stood beside her to face that unjust destiny.
Against Davis and the others, she stood no chance alone.
Taking a deep breath, Oscar raised his thumb and said softly, "Of course. You're my woman—how could I ever let you face fate alone?"
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils trembled, her lashes quivering faintly.
At that moment, she was entranced.
In her heart, Oscar had completely replaced Dai Mubai.
"Yes. I will defeat my fate!" she whispered, discreetly brushing away a glistening tear from the corner of her eye.
Suddenly, Oscar held out a Flying Sausage to her.
"Zhuqing, I'll hold off Davis and that power-type Soul Master. You eat this sausage—finish the fight quickly."
"Mm, I understand."
Without hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing took it and swallowed.
Just as she was about to strike, Oscar's voice came again.
"Don't pressure yourself too much. If you can't end it, that's fine—I still have a trump card."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Oscar!"
Now, Zhu Zhuqing trusted Oscar completely, placing all her hopes on him.
Oscar nodded and withdrew the golden shield.
Already fast to begin with, Zhu Zhuqing's speed skyrocketed after consuming the Flying Sausage.
The instant the shield vanished, her figure blurred and disappeared.
Before Tang Hongning and Li Yang could react, pain burst through their chests and their vision spun as they were hurled backward.
"Ahhh!"
Screams echoed as blood sprayed wildly from the hundred claw wounds carved into their torsos. They crashed to the stage like kites with severed strings, their fates uncertain.
Landing her strike, Zhu Zhuqing didn't linger for an instant. Her figure vanished again, darting straight at Zhu Zhuyun.
Sensing the danger, Zhu Zhuyun, also an agility-type Soul Master, pushed her speed to the extreme.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the blink of an eye, the two sisters collided like twin black bolts of lightning.
Only sparks scattered through the air—their figures were too fast to follow.
But despite her higher soul power, Zhu Zhuyun was forced onto the defensive.
With a slip, a sharp claw tore through her shoulder, leaving a bloody gash.
"Davis, help me!" Panic surged in her heart as she cried out.
Davis knew well how important Zhu Zhuyun was to him. He stomped the ground and shot forward like a cannonball, ready to join the battle.
"Hmph! You think you can leave? Have you asked me first? Vajra Palm!"
Oscar snorted coldly, thrusting out his hand.
Golden light erupted across the stage. In an instant, a massive golden palm materialized, striking the airborne Davis with thunderous force.
Davis's pupils shrank. It was too late to dodge—
Boom!
The impact sent him tumbling head over heels, blood spraying from his mouth as he slammed into the glowing palm.
Taking advantage of this, Oscar successfully obtained Davis's blood.
Davis twisted his body, driving his hand into the ground to halt his momentum. After skidding for more than ten meters, he finally managed to stop.
Now his golden hair was streaked with dirt, his once-handsome face bruised, and his fine clothes ripped to tatters.
He looked nothing like the noble prince he had been—more like a beggar.
"Cough! You're supposed to be a support-type Soul Master! How do you have such terrifying attacks?!"
Clutching his chest, Davis glared at Oscar, as if trying to pierce him through with his gaze.
He had no intelligence on Oscar's abilities—Tang San, intent on killing him, naturally hadn't provided such information.
Oscar smiled lightly and said calmly, "When did you get the delusion that I was just an ordinary support Soul Master?"
Davis's teeth ground audibly in fury at the flippant reply.
He turned to the last remaining teammate besides himself and Zhu Zhuyun and roared, "Ying Wei! Crush him for me!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Ying Wei—Martial Soul: Rampaging Water Buffalo. A forty-second rank attack-type Soul Ancestor.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Rampaging Bull's Mountain-Crushing Charge!"
As his Martial Soul possessed him, his body swelled to over two meters tall, sprouting a pair of massive horns.
His eyes turned blood-red, twin jets of hot air spurted from his nostrils, and with his fourth ring glowing, he charged furiously toward Oscar.
His pounding footsteps echoed like thunder, shaking the ground. The crowd instinctively parted to clear his path.
But Oscar merely grinned, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Heh, perfect timing! Let's see if your head is harder than mine!"
A thin layer of golden light coated his body, while the bulk of it gathered at his head, condensing into a radiant helmet.
With a roar, Ying Wei leapt, spinning downwards headfirst toward Oscar.
Oscar bent his knees, then launched upward like a rocket.
Davis focused his gaze and saw it clearly—one large figure, one smaller, colliding high in the air.
Clang!
But the expected outcome never came.
Instead, Ying Wei's massive frame was sent flying even higher by the impact.
"Wuhuuuu!"
Landing smoothly, Oscar cockily tapped his flawless golden helmet with a finger.
Meanwhile, under Zhu Zhuqing's storm-like assault, Zhu Zhuyun was quickly reaching her limit.
"It's over!"
Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to finish her sister, the Haotian Sect finally made their move.
Tang Zhen swung his hammer, forcing Zhu Zhuqing back and allowing Zhu Zhuyun to retreat desperately to Davis's side.
"Words can't express my gratitude."
Davis gave his thanks, but Tang Zhen only nodded coolly.
After all, Tang Xiao had already told him—Davis and Zhu Zhuyun possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
They needed them alive as pawns to weaken Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing.
Oblivious to the manipulation, Davis whispered to Zhu Zhuyun, "Let's use our fusion skill. I refuse to believe they have one too!"
Zhu Zhuqing returned to Oscar's side.
Meanwhile, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun had already activated their Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Netherworld White Tiger.
"Oscar, what should we do?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
Oscar smirked and said calmly, "Didn't I tell you? I have a trump card. And who said we don't have a fusion skill of our own?"
As his words fell, he flipped his palm, revealing both the Mirror Image Sausage and the Clone Sausage.
(End of Chapter)