blueteamnovel Chapter 13 Oscar's Desire!
Chapter 13 Oscar's Desire!
Ma Hongjun remained calm, his fist still pounding, and with his other hand he unleashed a ball of dark red flame, aiming straight for Li Yusong's face.
Flames exploded in the air, making a hissing sound.
Li Yusong finally made a move.
He raised his right hand and flicked the dragon-patterned staff lightly. The ball of flame seemed to have been struck by something, scattering and turning into sparks that disappeared into the air.
An understatement.
Ma Hongjun didn't stop. Under the cover of the flames, he threw punches, kicks, and elbows in succession, each move carrying the power of the flames, and his attacks were continuous.
But Li Yusong was like a mountain, unmoved no matter how he attacked.
In Li Yusong's hands, the dragon-patterned staff was sometimes used to block and sometimes to deflect attacks. Every move was perfectly timed, with not a bit more or less force.
Ma Hongjun's attacks were all blocked.
"The speed is good, and the strength is also good, but the attack is too straightforward."
While blocking, Li Yusong commented, "You only unleashed your own power without considering your opponent's reaction. This style of fighting might work against opponents of similar skill levels, but against a skilled opponent, it's just suicide."
Ma Hongjun remained silent and continued his attack.
He knew Li Yusong was right.
In his previous life, he had read countless combat theories, but theory and actual combat are two different things.
When you actually start doing it, your body's reaction is far slower than your brain's thoughts.
But he is also learning quickly.
Every time he was blocked, he observed Li Yusong's movements, analyzed his rhythm, and looked for weaknesses.
Finally, after his seventeenth attack was blocked, Ma Hongjun found an opportunity.
The moment Li Yusong blocked his right fist, the trajectory of the dragon-patterned staff paused for a very short time.
Ma Hongjun did not retreat, but instead took a step forward, condensing a dark red flame that was even more intense than before in his left hand, and blasted it towards Li Yusong's abdomen.
He used all his strength in that punch.
A hint of admiration flashed in Li Yusong's eyes.
The dragon-patterned staff retracted, its shaft blocking the punch.
boom--
Flames exploded on the stick, and Li Yusong's clothes fluttered in the heat, but he did not move an inch.
"Not bad, you've learned to seize opportunities." Li Yusong sheathed his staff and took a step back. "That's all for today."
Ma Hongjun stopped attacking and was slightly out of breath.
Although the battle only lasted a few minutes, he had already expended a lot of energy.
To spar with an opponent of Li Yusong's caliber, you must be fully focused every second; the mental exertion is greater than the physical exertion.
"Your foundation is quite good," Li Yusong commented. "Your reaction speed and attack awareness are beyond your peers. However, you lack combat experience, your attack patterns are too simplistic, and you are easily predicted. You need to strengthen your training in this area."
"Thank you, Teacher Li," Ma Hongjun said respectfully.
...
Oscar watched the entire unequal battle from the sidelines.
His eyes sparkled, his gaze following Ma Hongjun's every move.
So handsome.
Oscar said silently to himself.
It's not that Ma Hongjun is particularly handsome.
It is indeed quite beautiful.
It's not the feeling he has when he's fighting, but the feeling he evokes.
Flames danced on his body, each punch and kick carrying scorching power; he was like a burning fire, full of power and beauty.
This is exactly what he dreamed of.
Oscar looked down at his hands.
His martial spirit is a sausage.
A food-type martial soul, possessing no combat power whatsoever.
From the day he awakened, he was destined to stand behind his teammates, providing them with supplies and cheering them on.
He could never be like Ma Hongjun, charging ahead and confronting the enemy head-on with his fists and flames.
The light in Oscar's eyes gradually dimmed.
It's not that he didn't try.
When he first came to Shrek Academy, he pestered Zhao Wuji to teach him fighting and Li Yusong to teach him how to use weapons.
He trained very hard, harder than anyone else, but what was the result?
His physical attributes are indeed stronger than those of ordinary food-type Soul Masters, but compared to battle Soul Masters, the gap is fundamental.
A Soul Master's Martial Soul will actively strengthen the host's body, but his sausage will not.
He can run, jump, and fight, but he will never reach the level of a Battle Soul Master.
This is the fate of food-type Soul Masters.
Oscar took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.
He envied Ma Hongjun.
I envy him for being able to stand in the center of the arena and write his own battle story with flames.
But he wasn't jealous.
Because he knew that everyone has their own path.
Ma Hongjun's path is to charge forward and fight on the front lines, while his path is to support his teammates from the rear.
The two paths are different, but equally important.
"Oscar." Flander's voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Oscar was startled and quickly stood up.
"The Dean?"
"Finished reading?" Flander asked.
"I've...I've finished reading it."
"How does it feel?"
Oscar paused for a few seconds, then honestly said, "I'm envious."
Flanders glanced at him but said nothing.
"I also want to become a Soul Master."
Oscar's voice was low, as if he were talking to himself, "I dream of it. But I know it's impossible, so I can only envy him."
Flanders was silent for a moment, then reached out and patted Oscar on the head.
"Food-type Soul Masters are not incapable of fighting."
Oscar looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Once you reach a higher level, the sausage will not only provide recovery abilities, but also boosts to strength, speed, and defense."
Flander said calmly, "A food-type Soul Master who can fully buff himself can easily defeat several Battle Soul Masters of the same level."
Oscar's eyes gradually brightened.
"Of course," Flander changed the subject, "provided you live to see that day. So, get back to training now."
"yes!"
Oscar grinned and turned to run towards the training field.
He glanced back at Ma Hongjun and made a decision in his heart.
Even if he can't become a battle spirit master, he will become the strongest food-type spirit master.
He was strong enough to stand beside Ma Hongjun and fight alongside him.
.....
The day's training finally came to an end.
Ma Hongjun had never felt so physically tired before.
Li Yusong's practical guidance was just an appetizer; the real challenge came with the subsequent physical training.
Zhao Wuji seemed determined to train him to the point of exhaustion.
After a series of exercises including weighted shuttle runs, rope climbing, frog jumps, and sit-ups, Ma Hongjun felt like his limbs no longer belonged to him.
Even Flander couldn't stand it anymore and said, "That's enough for the first day," and Zhao Wuji finally stopped.
Dinner was prepared by Teacher Shao Xin himself.
His cooking skills, at the level of a sixth-ring Soul Emperor, are truly impressive.
He managed to transform simple ingredients into delicacies.
Ma Hongjun ate three large bowls in one go, making Shao Xin so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Being able to eat is a good thing. Soul Masters consume a lot of energy during cultivation, so they need to eat more to grow stronger."
As Shao Xin spoke, he added another bowl for him.
Oscar watched from the side, his lips twitching.
When he first came to Shrek Academy, he ate just as much on his first day.
But he later discovered that eating more meant training more, and training more meant eating more.
This is a vicious cycle, and the final result is that he is scolded to the point of death by Zhao Wuji.
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