Instantly, a sky-covering wave of curses rained down.
"Coming to participate in spirit battles with just this bit of skill? What an embarrassment!"
"I thought this person had a grudge against his students, deliberately sending them to their deaths. It turns out their teacher is just ignorant, a complete waste!"
The audience's foul words pierced the air like sharp arrows, stabbing viciously into Flender's chest.
Flender really wanted to rush up to Yu Xiaogang right now, grab him by the collar, and slap him hard across the face.
"Huu!~"
Flender took a deep breath and quickly ran to Oscar's side.
At this moment, Oscar was lying lifelessly on the ground.
His originally fair face had a long gash slashing from his forehead to his cheek, caked in so much blood that his features were almost unrecognizable.
The most severe injury was his empty left arm socket.
Flender anxiously looked around and finally spotted the severed arm below the stage, though a part of it had already been gnawed off.
Instantly, Flender's eyes turned bloodshot. He glared viciously at the bald Soul Master.
On the Douluo Continent, an injury like a severed arm was not irreversible.
For some powerful healing-type Soul Masters, if the arm was preserved intact, it could still be reattached.
"Bang!"
Flender punched the ground heavily. His eyes were slightly red, his heart filled with pain and self-reproach.
"What are you looking at your daddy for!"
The bald Soul Master looked at Flender's miserable state and said mockingly.
If they were outside, he would absolutely not dare to offend a Soul Saint.
However, he was currently in the Great Spirit Arena, and on the stage no less.
After so many years of development, what was the most important thing in the Spirit Arena?
Order.
There was once a Soul Douluo expert who, relying on his high cultivation, caused trouble in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
Before long, his head was hung at the gates of Heaven Dou City.
From then on, everyone held a deep fear of the seven great families behind the Spirit Arena.
"Flender, don't be impulsive." The candy bean Soul Saint said in a low voice as he picked up Dai Mubai.
Flender took a deep breath. His gaze swept across the faces of the Fierce God Team members, one by one, as if committing their appearances to memory.
"We're leaving," Flender said coldly.
He then picked up Oscar and quickly left the stage.
The candy bean Soul Saint followed closely behind.
During the battle, Oscar and Dai Mubai had sustained the most severe injuries.
If they weren't treated in time, their lives might be in danger.
Inside the hotel room, the Shrek group was gathered.
The curtains were drawn tight. Under the warm yellow light, the oppressive atmosphere in the room felt as heavy as lead.
Several days had passed since the spirit battle. Everyone's injuries were gradually healing.
To treat Oscar and Dai Mubai, Flender, contrary to his usual stinginess, had hired a healing-type Soul Saint, showing no concern for his small treasury.
Dai Mubai himself was a power attack system Soul Master, so his physical constitution was stronger.
His injuries had already healed, leaving only a faint scar on his stomach.
Oscar's wounds had also eased considerably, and he could get out of bed and move around.
But the wound in his heart was like a bottomless chasm, growing deeper by the day.
At this moment, Oscar was wearing a loose gray robe, the brim of his hood pulled low.
He sat quietly in the corner, shrouded in deep shadow.
The atmosphere in the room was somber, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.
It was heavy and oppressive.
Everyone was either looking down in thought, their gazes wandering, or seemingly avoiding something.
At this, Yu Xiaogang stood up and spoke slowly, "Children, this time, it was my fault. I apologize to everyone."
His voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been polished with sandpaper.
As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes slowly closing. His zombie-like, grim face was devoid of expression.
"Teacher..."
Seeing his teacher like this, Tang San's eyes instantly reddened.
He took a few steps forward and supported Yu Xiaogang's arm. "Teacher, no one blames you. This battle, in the end, is our fault for being too weak."
After Tang San finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He opened his eyes, gripping Tang San's arm tightly, his voice choked with sobs. "Really? Little San..."
After the Shrek match, Yu Xiaogang had been trapped in deep self-blame.
These students were all extraordinarily talented little monsters. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they all had the potential to become Titled Douluo.
Any one of them getting injured was a huge loss for Shrek.
Yet this time, almost everyone in Shrek was injured, and Oscar had nearly lost his life.
Now, although his wound had healed, he had lost an arm. The circulation of soul power in his body was obstructed, which would inevitably have a massive impact on his future development.
And all of this was because of Yu Xiaogang's decision.
For the past few days, Yu Xiaogang had barely slept at night.
He had even thought about just walking away and leaving.
After hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang's heart immediately felt a little better.
He patted Tang San's head, his eyes slightly moist.
"Good child, good child..."
At this moment, a sharp cry from Ning Rongrong interrupted the tender scene between Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
"Hmph! If apologies were useful, what would be the point of cultivating soul power?"
"An auxiliary-type Soul Master with innate full soul power! The first in the entire continent! Do you have any idea what that means?"
Ning Rongrong stared coldly at Yu Xiaogang, her lips pursed tightly.
In all her life, she had never seen such a shameless person.
As an auxiliary-type Soul Master herself, Ning Rongrong had long since taken note of Oscar's talent.
Although she hadn't accepted Oscar's pursuits, she had been secretly planning how to recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Who would have thought that because of someone's stupidity and arrogance, a future auxiliary-type Titled Douluo would be ruined.
Ning Rongrong put one hand on her hip and pointed the other at Yu Xiaogang's nose. "Back at the academy, I was just giving Tang San face. Yu Xiaogang, don't think I don't know your story."
"Your theories are all plagiarized, aren't they?"
"The breathing method you teach comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Am I wrong?"
"I admit, having innate half-level soul power and managing to cultivate to level 29 shows some skill."
"But with the resources you consumed, even a pig could have been raised into a ten-thousand-year soul beast."
"Yu Xiaogang, you are just a waste who relies on his family's legacy to fish for fame!"
"Calling yourself 'Grandmaster'? I spit!"
As her words fell, you could hear a pin drop in the room.
No one had expected Ning Rongrong to stand up for Oscar at this moment.
She didn't even care about Flender's dignity.
"Rongrong, what are you doing? I want you to apologize to Teacher!" Tang San frowned, seeing Ning Rongrong's relentless behavior.
Tang San was also in pain over Oscar's injury.
But he had always regarded Yu Xiaogang as a father. Even if he was wrong, Tang San would not allow others to slander his 'father' at will.
"Hmph! 'Teacher' this, 'Teacher' that. Such deep affection between master and apprentice."
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Tang San, with your talent, wouldn't you be treated like a genius wherever you go?"
"Ask yourself, what can Yu Xiaogang really teach you?"
"That is my own business. I don't need your concern."
"You're hopeless!"
The two argued for a while, finally quieting down under Flender's intervention.
At this, Oscar stood up. His voice was hoarse. "Dean, I'm going out for a walk."
"Alright. Be safe, and come back soon."
Oscar nodded and slowly walked out of the room.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned. She sensed that Oscar's expression seemed wrong.
She immediately stood up and walked straight out of the room.
With the two of them gone, the rest lost their enthusiasm and returned to their own rooms.
Silves City, East Gate. Oscar looked up at the city, then pulled his hood down as low as it would go.
"Farewell, this city of sorrow."
"Farewell, Dean Flender. Farewell, my friends."
"Farewell forever, Rongrong."