touchnovel Chapter 12 Practical Combat Training!
Chapter 12 Practical Combat Training!
Oscar opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.
He had been making food-based martial spirits for so long, and had given sausages to countless people, but never, ever had anyone given such a review after eating them.
"Don't you...don't you find it disgusting?" Oscar asked cautiously. "Don't you find that soul curse..."
"What's so disgusting about it?"
Ma Hongjun finished the sausage in a few bites, then clapped his hands.
"A soul curse is a soul curse, and a sausage is a sausage."
"This stuff can satisfy hunger and restore strength, who cares what the incantation is?"
"It's not like you're reciting a spell and then eating it yourself; it's for someone else to eat. You're the one who should feel ashamed, not me."
Oscar: "..."
Something seems off, yet it also seems to make a lot of sense.
Flanders watched this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He had assumed that Ma Hongjun would react like the other children, showing disgust upon hearing the incantation and even refusing to eat Oscar's sausage.
After all, that soul curse was indeed obscene; even adults would feel embarrassed to hear it, let alone a six-year-old child.
But Ma Hongjun not only ate it, he also gave it a very serious review.
This kind of mentality is truly extraordinary.
"Kid," Flander began, "don't you think there's something wrong with that spell?"
Ma Hongjun turned to Flander and said earnestly, "Teacher, the incantation being obscene is Oscar's problem, I don't need to recite it. I only care about whether this sausage is edible, tastes good, and works. Those are all fine, why should I care?"
Flanders paused for two seconds, then nodded.
"This young man has a bright future."
The comment came suddenly, and Ma Hongjun was slightly taken aback before smiling.
He knew what Flanders was talking about.
In this world, many Soul Masters dislike Oscar's Soul Curse and refuse to eat his sausages, which greatly diminishes the value of Oscar's food-type Martial Soul.
There are indeed not many people who can let go of this prejudice.
And he did it.
It wasn't because he was a time traveler, but because he genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.
Oscar's eyes were a little red.
He walked up to Ma Hongjun, grabbed his hand, and squeezed it tightly.
"Hongjun, from today onwards, you are my best brother!"
His voice trembled slightly, "From now on, you can eat as many of my giant sausages as you want!"
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but laugh when he saw Oscar's expression of being so excited he was about to cry.
"No, take it easy."
He patted Oscar on the shoulder.
"Your sausages are made of soul power, aren't they? If you give me too many, you'll collapse. I don't want to see a completely drained Oscar the next day."
Oscar paused for a moment, then grinned.
"Don't worry, I can handle it!"
"It's one thing if you can handle it, but don't ruin yourself."
Ma Hongjun said earnestly,
"Food-type Soul Masters are inherently less physically capable than Battle-type Soul Masters. If you don't take care to rest, you'll run into trouble sooner or later. You can eat sausages, but you have to make sure you're okay."
Oscar looked into Ma Hongjun's amber eyes and sensed the sincerity within them.
This young man, whom he had only known for a day, genuinely cared about him.
"Okay." Oscar nodded emphatically. "I promise you."
Flander sat in his chair, watching the interaction between the two children, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
Shrek Academy may be dilapidated, poor, and have only two students.
But neither of these students is simple.
A food-type genius with innate full soul power can endure the shame brought by the lewd soul curse and persist in cultivating to level eighteen.
A phoenix born with full soul power, its temperament is as calm as a six-year-old child, and it has its own judgment on things.
Who knows, these two might actually spark something when they get together.
"Alright, alright, stop getting sentimental."
Zhao Wuji urged from the side, "Oscar, Ma Hongjun has already eaten your sausage, mission accomplished. Now it's your turn, go run ten laps to warm up."
Oscar responded, turned to run, but then glanced back at Ma Hongjun.
"Hongjun, I'll make you sausages again for lunch!"
Ma Hongjun smiled and waved his hand.
"Okay, I'll wait."
Watching Oscar run away, Ma Hongjun felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
The friendship among the Shrek Seven Devils was built up through these small, everyday acts.
In the original story, Oscar's sausages were initially unwanted by anyone. Later, everyone got used to them, but they were only used as supplies in battle. No one truly understood his awkwardness and loneliness.
In this life, he wants to be the first person to accept and understand him.
It wasn't out of pity, but because that sausage was really delicious.
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After running ten laps, Oscar returned to the yard, panting heavily, his hands on his knees.
Ma Hongjun stood to the side, breathing steadily, with hardly any sweat on his face.
Zhao Wuji glanced at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
This kid's physical strength is far superior to that of his peers.
"Not bad." Zhao Wuji nodded. "Warm-up is over. Next up is combat training."
Ma Hongjun's spirits lifted.
Real combat, that's what he really wants.
"Hongjun, you're new here. I need to assess your combat skills first."
Zhao Wuji looked at Li Yusong, who was standing to the side, and said, "Old Li, would you mind sparring with him?"
Li Yusong nodded, picked up the dragon-patterned staff from the wall, and stood in the center of the courtyard.
He glanced at Ma Hongjun and said calmly, "Kid, attack with all your might. Don't be afraid of hurting me; you're not qualified."
His tone was calm, but carried an undeniable confidence.
A six-ring Soul Emperor is indeed a dimensional reduction attack on a newly awakened Soul Master.
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, walked to the opposite side of Li Yusong, and stood about ten steps away.
Flander and Zhao Wuji stepped aside, and Oscar also found a seat, staring intently at the scene.
"Let's begin." Li Yusong held the dragon-patterned staff in one hand, the end of the staff touching the ground, his posture casual.
Without hesitation, Ma Hongjun's soul power surged instantly.
Martial Spirit Possession!
Dark red flames erupted from his body, dancing on his skin.
The flames were interspersed with pale golden patterns, which were more pronounced than yesterday.
The first yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated.
Li Yusong's brow twitched slightly.
This flame is truly extraordinary.
The dark red light carried an eerie aura that instinctively made people feel uncomfortable.
However, the eerie nature is mixed with a touch of light and purity; the coexistence of these two completely different attributes is truly rare.
Ma Hongjun did not attack immediately, but first sensed the state after the martial spirit was possessed.
My strength and speed have increased, and my body feels much lighter than usual.
But he didn't rush to unfold his wings of light.
Wings of Light is a trump card, not something to be used for testing.
He bent his knees slightly, exerted his strength suddenly, and charged towards Li Yusong like an arrow released from a bow.
high speed.
At least for a six-year-old, it's ridiculously fast.
Li Yusong stood still, without changing his posture, only slightly tilting his head.
Ma Hongjun's fist swept past his ear, bringing with it a gust of hot air.
It missed.
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