The sausage melted upon entering his mouth, requiring no chewing, transforming into pure soul power that flowed into his body, continuously restoring Dai Mubai.
The originally somewhat listless Dai Mubai quickly recovered his spirit after consuming Oscar's first Soul skill. At the same time, Dai Mubai himself marveled—this Soul skill effect was too strong, wasn't it?
In just a short while, his soul power and physical strength had recovered mostly, and his originally fractured right arm didn't hurt as much anymore.
The reason it could have such an effect was still because Oscar's soul power level far exceeded Dai Mubai's.
The sausage Dai Mubai ate was one Oscar had made when he was at level twenty-nine. For him, one was enough to provide sufficient recovery.
"Teacher Zhao, did I pass or fail the examination?" Being supported by Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai couldn't help asking Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji chuckled upon hearing this: "Although the match is a test, winning isn't necessarily the standard for passing. That you've gained Little Ao's recognition is your mark of enrollment."
Hearing this, Dai Mubai was happy but also couldn't help looking at Oscar beside Zhao Wuji one more time.
Not only did Ma Hongjun have blind worship for this silver-haired handsome guy, but even Vice Dean Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, had such high regard for this Oscar?
But Ma Hongjun had just said that what he consumed was Oscar's first Soul skill. If so, shouldn't this Oscar be a food-type soul master?
Based on the Soul skill's effect and Oscar's age, he was certainly a genius no weaker than Ma Hongjun. But weren't food-type soul masters supposed to be support? How could a support type receive such worship from assault-type Ma Hongjun and such high praise from the vice dean?
The mark of his successful enrollment was because he gained the other's recognition? Since when were food-types this awesome?
While Dai Mubai was thinking, Oscar jumped down from the high platform and arrived before him.
"Your right forearm has a slight fracture. Let me bandage it simply for you. With your physical constitution, half a month of rest should heal it." As Oscar spoke, he had already begun bandaging Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai didn't resist, but he couldn't help sizing up Oscar. At such close distance, Dai Mubai could clearly see just how handsome Oscar was—and his skin was so good too?
"Bah bah bah, what am I thinking!" Dai Mubai couldn't help shaking his head, throwing away these strange thoughts.
Oscar soon finished bandaging Dai Mubai, hanging his right arm around his neck to prevent it from coming loose during movement.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Oscar, martial soul: Supreme Sausage, currently Shrek's big brother." Oscar spoke, then chuckled: "Of course, if you want this position, you just need to defeat me."
"Ah... ah?" Dai Mubai froze, then said with some surprise: "Aren't you a food-type soul master?"
Ma Hongjun chuckled from the side: "Heh heh, Brother Ao isn't as simple as you think. But if you want to challenge him, you should beat me first."
Dai Mubai gave a bitter smile upon hearing this. He was now twelve years old at level twenty-five, while Ma Hongjun was nine years old at level twenty-five. Not only was his talent inferior, but his strength also fell far short.
Challenge Oscar? He couldn't even beat Ma Hongjun!
But Dai Mubai couldn't help asking: "What's your innate soul power level?"
Ma Hongjun smiled and replied: "Level nine."
"What?!" Hearing level nine, Dai Mubai was dumbfounded, because his innate soul power was also level nine. Why was the gap so big?
Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai and asked: "What, your innate soul power is also level nine?"
Hearing this, Dai Mubai nodded somewhat embarrassed: "That's right. But my cultivation speed isn't slow. How can you cultivate so fast?"
Ma Hongjun glanced at Oscar upon hearing this, then said: "Because of Brother Ao. As long as you train with Brother Ao, it's hard not to keep up."
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun thought of those painful training scenes from before and couldn't help shivering. He didn't even know how he had persisted through it.
Dai Mubai looked at Oscar, thinking about what Ma Hongjun had told him earlier about Oscar being a sword dao genius and so on, and his doubts increased even more.
Could he be a twin martial soul possessor? Born into the imperial family, Dai Mubai had some knowledge.
Possessing a sausage martial soul, combined with what Ma Hongjun had told him about Oscar being a sword dao genius—only twin martial souls could explain this.
Thinking this, Dai Mubai marveled again—was this the Shrek Academy that only accepted monsters?
If that was the case, then perhaps he could learn more things here. In the future, surpassing his big brother might not be impossible.
Dai Mubai, who had somewhat wanted to give up, now had a glimmer of hope at this moment.
Zhao Wuji, seeing the three already chatting quite happily, directly said: "Since you all know each other, Little Ao, you take Dai Mubai to the dormitory, and show him around the academy while you're at it."
Oscar nodded: "Leave it to us."
Then Zhao Wuji continued waiting in place, while Ma Hongjun said to Oscar: "Then Brother Ao, I'll continue helping Teacher Li."
Oscar nodded in response, then said to Dai Mubai: "Can you walk on your own?"
Dai Mubai nodded, then followed Oscar away from the square.
Dai Mubai followed Oscar, looking around as they walked. Oscar introduced him to the academy's environment and also told him about each teacher at the academy.
When Dai Mubai heard that the lowest cultivation teacher at this Shrek Academy was a Soul Emperor, he was completely bewildered.
Born into the imperial family, he naturally knew how rare powerful soul masters were. Yet this one Shrek Academy had gathered quite a few?
And among them was actually a Soul Douluo? But hearing Oscar say this Soul Douluo was his teacher and didn't teach classes, Dai Mubai became even more curious about Oscar's identity.
Not only was Oscar respected by Ma Hongjun, but even Vice Dean Zhao Wuji treated Oscar like his own son. And now this Oscar before him had a Soul Douluo teacher?
After hesitating for a long time, Dai Mubai decided to ask his doubts. Although asking so directly wasn't great, he discovered Oscar was quite approachable.
"Brother Ao, what level are you at now? You don't look much older than Ma Hongjun, right?" Dai Mubai asked.
Oscar paused at Dai Mubai's address, then smiled: "You can call me that—after all, our Shrek has always respected strength."
Dai Mubai nodded matter-of-factly. Although he had pride, since he couldn't even beat Ma Hongjun, how could he be presumptuous with Oscar, whom even Ma Hongjun held in such high esteem?
Moreover, at this moment in Dai Mubai's eyes, Oscar was extremely likely to be a legendary twin martial soul possessor.
"I just broke through to level thirty at noon. I'm two years older than Hongjun—eleven this year." Oscar didn't hide it and directly said.
Hearing Oscar's answer, Dai Mubai was completely stunned. Eleven years old and level thirty? No wonder Ma Hongjun was so respectful of Oscar—such talent, even he had never heard of!
"Then Brother Ao, you wouldn't happen to be a legendary twin martial soul possessor, would you? Earlier the sausage you gave me was a food-type Soul skill, and Ma Hongjun said you're also a talented sword cultivator." Dai Mubai continued asking.