I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 143 Oscar Departs

Suddenly, there was a barrage of abuse.

"You're here to participate in the spirit fight with just this little ability. It's shameful!"

"I thought this guy had a grudge against his students and deliberately sent them here to die. It turns out that he, as a teacher, is ignorant and a waste!"

The audience's unbearable words flew through the air like sharp arrows and pierced Flanders' chest.

Flanders really wanted to rush to Yu Xiaogang, grab his collar, and slap him in the face.

"Huh!~"

Flanders took a deep breath and quickly ran to Oscar's side.

Oscar collapsed to the ground lifelessly. On his originally fair face, a long wound ran diagonally from his forehead to his cheek, and the blood was so thick that his features were almost unrecognizable.

The most serious thing is his empty left arm.

Flanders looked around anxiously and finally found the severed arm under the ring, but part of it had been eaten.

Suddenly, Flanders' eyes turned bloodshot and he stared at the bald soul master viciously.

In Douluo Continent, a broken arm is not irreparable. For some powerful healing spirit masters, if the arm is intact, it can be reattached.

"boom!"

Flanders pounded the ground heavily, his eyes slightly red, his heart full of pity and self-blame.

"Look at what your father is doing!"

The bald soul master looked at Flanders's embarrassed appearance and said sarcastically.

If he were outside, he would never dare to offend a Soul Saint. However, he was now in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and on the ring.

After so many years of development of the Fighting Spirit Arena, what is the most important thing?
order.

Once upon a time, a Soul Douluo warrior, relying on his own high level of cultivation, caused trouble in the Tiandou Great Soul Arena. Not long after, his head was hung at the gate of Tiandou City.

From then on, everyone became deeply wary of the seven major families behind the Fighting Spirit Arena.

"Flanders, don't be impulsive." The Sugar Bean Soul Master picked up Dai Mubai and said in a deep voice.

Flanders took a deep breath, and his eyes swept across the faces of the members of the Fierce God Team one by one, as if he wanted to remember what they looked like.

"Let's go." Flanders said coldly.

Then he picked up Oscar and quickly left the ring.

The Sugar Bean Soul Master followed closely behind.

Oscar and Dai Mubai were the most seriously injured in the battle. If they were not treated in time, their lives might be in danger.

In the hotel room, everyone in Shrek gathered together.

With the curtains closed and the lights on in warm yellow, the depressing atmosphere in the room seemed as heavy as a block of lead.

At this time, it had been several days since the end of the fighting spirit competition, and everyone's injuries were gradually healing.

In order to save Oslo and Dai Mubai, Flanders changed his previous stinginess and hired a healing Soul Saint to help, without wasting his own small treasury.

Dai Mubai himself was a strong attacking spirit master, so his physical fitness was stronger. At this time, his injuries had healed, but there was only a shallow scar on his stomach.

Oscar's wounds have also eased a lot and he can now get out of bed and move around.

But the wound in his heart was like a bottomless ravine, growing deeper day by day.

Oscar, wearing a loose grey suit and a hat with its brim drooped, sat quietly in a corner, shrouding himself in deep shadows.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat silent, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

Very dull and depressing.

Everyone either lowered their heads in deep thought or had wandering eyes, as if they were all avoiding something.

At this time, Yu Xiaogang stood up and said slowly: "Children, this time it is 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 and slowly closed his eyes. There was no expression on his cold, zombie-like face.

"teacher"

Tang San's eyes instantly turned red when he saw his teacher like this.

He took a few steps forward and held Yu Xiaogang's arm, "Teacher, no one blames you. This battle, in the final analysis, is due to our weakness." After Tang San finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He opened his eyes, tightly grasped Tang San's arm, and cried in his voice, "Really? Xiao San."

After the Shrek competition, Yu Xiaogang has been in deep self-blame.

These students were all gifted little monsters, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were "worthy of being named". If any one of them got hurt, it would be a huge loss for Shrek.

However, this time, almost everyone in Shrek was injured, and Oscar almost lost his life.

Although his wounds have healed now, the loss of an arm has blocked the circulation of his soul power, which will definitely have a huge impact on his future development.

And all this is because of Yu Xiaogang's decision.

In the past few days, Yu Xiaogang couldn't sleep almost every night. He even thought about just leaving.

After hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang felt better. He touched Tang San's head, his eyes moist.

"Good boy, good boy"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's tender cry interrupted the affectionate scene between Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"Humph! If apologizing is useful, why would we practice soul power?"

"The best auxiliary spirit master in the entire continent with full innate spirit power. Do you know what this means?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly, pursing her lips slightly.

This was the first time in her life that she had seen such a shameless person.

As a fellow auxiliary spirit master, Ning Rongrong had long been attracted by Oscar's talent. Although she did not accept Oscar's pursuit, she had been thinking in her heart how to lure him into the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Unexpectedly, due to someone's stupidity and arrogance, a future auxiliary Titled Douluo was ruined in vain.

Ning Rongrong put one hand on her waist and pointed at Yu Xiaogang's nose with the other hand, "Before in the academy, I was just giving face to Tang San. Yu Xiaogang, don't think I don't know about you."

"You copied all those theories, didn't you? The breathing method you taught came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect. Am I right?"

"I admit that you have half-level innate soul power and have been able to cultivate to level 29. You are quite capable. But the resources you eat can be fed to a pig to become a ten-thousand-year soul beast."

"Yu Xiaogang, you are just a loser who relies on the family's influence to seek fame and reputation!"

"Calling yourself a master? Ugh!"

As soon as she finished speaking, you could hear a pin drop in the room.

No one expected that Ning Rongrong would stand up for Oscar at this time, and she didn't even care about Flanders's face.

"Rongrong, what are you doing? I want you to apologize to the teacher!" Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong's unwilling look and couldn't help but frowned.

Tang San was also very upset about Oscar's injury. But in his heart, he always regarded Yu Xiaogang as his biological father. Even if he was wrong, Tang San would not allow others to slander his father at will.

"Humph! You keep calling me teacher. The relationship between master and disciple is so deep."

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Tang San, with your talent, you will be regarded as a genius wherever you go. Ask yourself, what can Yu Xiaogang teach you?"

"This is my own business, you don't need to worry about it."

"Hopeless!"

The two argued for a while, but finally calmed down after Flanders stopped them.

At this time, Oscar stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "Dean, I'm going out for a walk."

"Well, be safe, go early and come back early."

Oscar nodded and then slowly left the room.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned, she noticed that Oscar's expression seemed a little strange. Then she stood up and walked out of the room.

As the two left, everyone lost interest and returned to their own rooms.

At the East Gate of Silvester, Oscar looked up at the city and then pulled the brim of his hat down to the lowest point.

"Goodbye, this sad city."

"Goodbye, Dean Friend. Goodbye, my friends."

"Goodbye, Rongrong."