Dai Mubai watched the two of them laughing and joking, and it didn't sit well with him.
He wanted to get back at Wukong.
"Um, that…"
Just as Dai Mubai was about to speak, Wukong suddenly said to Oscar,
"Your Martial Soul is a bit bizarre."
"You actually need to recite that kind of incantation, but the Soul Power your Sausage provides is quite pure." Wukong chuckled.
Dai Mubai was shocked by Wukong's insightful comment.
"How did he figure out Oscar's Martial Soul incantation?" Dai Mubai had originally intended to expose Wukong and embarrass him on the spot, but Wukong had revealed it himself. This…
"Ah, this… Sorry, you found out. You don't mind, do you?" Oscar asked Wukong cautiously, as if testing whether he still held any hostility.
"What's there to mind? When it comes to life or death, or on the battlefield, who cares about these things?" Wukong said to Oscar.
Sometimes, Wukong really admired these people. Food is food, why be affected by words? When you're truly starving, you'll find the grass on the ground and the leaves on the trees all smell delicious.
Oscar's eyes welled up with tears. It seemed that only Wukong, from his childhood until now, hadn't minded eating his Sausage, and had even said these words.
"Waaah, brother, you understand me so well. You're the first person to actively eat my Sausage, so I've decided to make you a few more for free!" Oscar said, reaching out to use his Soul Power to squeeze out a few more. His Soul Power was almost depleted.
"Get lost!"
"Explain yourself! What do you mean 'actively eat your Sausage'?"
Just as they were enjoying their meal, Oscar's soft voice suddenly piped up with that question.
Even Wukong, whose face was as thick as a city wall and whose mental fortitude was incredibly strong, couldn't handle that.
He had a sudden flash of inspiration.
Wukong immediately thought, didn't Tang San and Xiao Wu also eat a little bit earlier?
He didn't mind at all, but what about them? Heh heh, don't blame me.
"Hey, uh, classmate Oscar, how about you give everyone a demonstration of how you make that Sausage Martial Soul of yours?" Wukong looked at Oscar with a knowing expression, as if saying, "Take your pants off and let us see your underwear."
"This... this isn't a good idea, is it?" Oscar gave a slightly embarrassed smile.
He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Tch, stop wasting time," Wukong said, slapping him on the head.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" He clenched his right fist, flexing his wrist as if to say, if you don't do it, I'll beat you up.
"Alright, alright."
Xiao Wu and Tang San, who were standing nearby, noticed the conversation between Wukong and Oscar. Could there be something wrong with this sausage?
"Big brother, is there something wrong with this sausage? Why are they talking like that?" Xiao Wu asked Tang San, looking innocent.
Tang San also looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression. Could I have been tricked?
He had this feeling.
With everyone's gaze fixed on him, Oscar made a decision: "Damn it! Go big or go home, I'm going for it!"
Staring down the gazes of everyone, Oscar held out his right hand. "I have a big sausage!"
The moment he said it, Tang San and Xiao Wu beside him felt their stomachs churn.
"Ugh!" Xiao Wu opened her mouth first and vomited a pile of Eight Treasure Congee.
Tang San, on the other hand, was filled with resentment. His hatred for Wukong had increased by several points.
"Damn you, I'll beat you to death!" Xiao Wu wiped her mouth and immediately ran towards Oscar, wanting to beat him up.
As for Wukong, Xiao Wu didn't dare to touch him. The slap from Zhu Zhuqing yesterday still hurt. That was why he hadn't dared to speak to Zhu Zhuqing when he had just come in.
Living for 100,000 years, and that's all the courage she has. Truly a rabbit.
After finishing their meal and chastising Oscar, this group followed Dai Mubai to the fourth stage.
Along the way, Dai Mubai gave Wukong a lot of cold stares, but Wukong acted as if he didn't see them, which infuriated Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai quickened his pace, wanting Zhao Wuji to teach Wukong a lesson quickly.
This trick of using someone else to do his dirty work was good, but unfortunately for him, the Zhao teacher he had in mind had already been beaten by Wukong three years prior.
On an empty field within the school, a muscular man was lying on a wooden recliner, a bamboo fan covering his face, leisurely sunbathing and sleeping.
But Mubai led the group to this empty field, and he stepped forward. Respectfully, he said to the middle-aged man in his fifties: "Teacher Zhao, the people behind me have all passed the first test and are exempt to the fourth stage."
The man opened his eyes hazily and slowly took the fan off his face, sitting up from the wooden recliner.
"Oh? Exempt?" Zhao Wuji looked at Wukong and the others with suspicion.
In his eyes, these people who passed the interview basically had no strength.
"Heh, let's see what these people in front of me are capable of that exempts them from the test."
Zhao Wuji got up from the wooden recliner, tossed his fan aside, and rubbed his wrists, stretching his limbs.
He opened his eyes and looked at the young men and women in front of him.
"I am the examiner for the fourth stage, and also a teacher at this academy."
"Now, I will assess you."
Zhao Wuji walked towards them.
It seems Old Zhao is even stronger than he was three years ago, Wukong thought to himself.
I wonder if his combat skills have changed. If not, I'll just tell them the set I've summarized.
"Then I'll just play support, help out a bit. If I actually went all out, it'd be too much bullying for Old Zhao."
Wukong got ready to fight.
The others weren't so optimistic. Zhao Wuji wasn't tall, maybe a little over 1.6 meters, but the muscles on his body made him look like a black bear.
Just the sight of him walking towards them put a lot of pressure on them.
"My name is Zhao Wuji. I'm a Level 76 Aggressive Type Soul Sage. My Martial Soul is the Great Strength Golden Bear. If you can last a stick of incense against me, you pass."
Hearing Zhao Wuji's self-introduction, everyone on the scene, except for Wukong, was startled and turned pale.
Fighting a Soul Sage at this level wasn't a good idea.
Tang San's expression was incredibly difficult. He spoke, "Teacher, can we discuss tactics first?"
"Alright," Zhao Wuji agreed. He didn't believe Tang San and the others could devise a method that would effectively target him. However, he sensed a very powerful aura emanating from Wukong, similar to the person who had beaten him three years ago.
"A familiar aura… Could this kid be him?" Zhao Wuji wondered.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. If it were the same person from three years ago, he should have improved during these three years. Yet, why did this aura feel almost identical to the one from three years ago?
The group moved to the side, and Tang San said, "Let's all introduce ourselves first, get familiar with each other's abilities, so we can look out for each other later."
"I'll go first. I'm Tang San, a Level 29 Control Type Tool Soul Master, Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass." Tang San introduced himself first.
"I'm Xiao Wu, the Wu from dancing. Level 29 Aggressive Type Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul, Soft Bone Rabbit."
Ning Rongrong stepped forward, and a voice like silver bells rang out, "I'm Ning Rongrong, a Level 26 Support Type Tool Soul Master, Martial Soul, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
Seeing Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Tang San was initially surprised. He hadn't seen Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul while they were queuing.
"Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Tang San asked.
"Hmmph, but I snuck out, hehe." Ning Rongrong smiled playfully.
"Zhu Zhuqing, a level 37 Agile Attack Type Soul Elder, Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat."
After everyone else had introduced themselves, all eyes turned to Wukong.
"Huh? My turn?"
"I'm Sun Wukong, you can also call me Kakarot. I'm a level 35 Aggressive Type Tool Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul: Ruyi Golden Cudgel."
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