Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

In these two battles, Wang Teng and his team did not win both; they won the first battle but lost the second.

In other words, they played three games tonight, winning two and losing one.

Chapter 62 Sausage Specialty Oscar

It was only after losing this battle that Wang Teng and his companion calmed down.

After that, they did not continue fighting, but instead took the 20 gold soul coins they had earned that night and left the Great Soul Arena.

Stepping out of the Soto Arena, the crisp night air invigorated Wang Teng.

The fatigue from the three consecutive games is still lingering in my body.

However, the satisfaction of winning twenty gold soul coins overcame the weariness.

Wang Teng stretched his stiff body and turned to Wang Sheng beside him, saying, "I feel a little tired. Let's go back, take a shower, and get some sleep."

"Tomorrow will be the same as always: training during the day and coming here to fight again at night."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Wang Sheng nodded, then paused and said, "However..."

"what happened?"

Wang Teng turned his head and asked.

"Goo-"

A clear intestinal rumble came from Wang Sheng's stomach at just the right moment.

Wang Sheng covered his stomach with one hand and scratched his head sheepishly with the other, laughing awkwardly, "I'm a little hungry... The dry food I ate tonight has long been digested."

After hearing what he said, Wang Teng also felt a void in his stomach.

"I'm a little hungry too."

Wang Teng looked around and found that although it was late at night, the center of Soto was still brightly lit and bustling with people, and the shops along the street showed no signs of closing.

"It looks like it's still quite lively around here. How about we go to the night market first, buy some food to fill our stomachs, and then go back to rest?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Then, the two followed the street, merging into the sparse crowd, and headed towards the area not far away where a warm glow and a faint fragrance wafted.

Soto’s night market is actually a food street in the east of the city, near the residential area.

The streets here are quite wide, with all sorts of stalls set up on both sides, mostly run by ordinary people.

As soon as you step into this street, the rich aroma of various foods hits you, instantly whetting your appetite.

"Sniff—sniff—"

Wang Sheng slightly raised his chin and sniffed hard.

Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed, "Wow! This smell...it's my favorite stinky tofu!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Sheng had already followed the scent and jogged off in one direction.

Wang Teng quickly followed, laughing helplessly, "Brother, your martial spirit isn't a dog, how can its nose be so sensitive? It can smell from this far away?"

"Haha, this is my favorite thing!"

"Don't even mention 100 meters, I can spot it even from 500 meters away!"

Wang Sheng answered smugly without turning his head.

Soon, the two stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who was tending a large iron pot of boiling oil, skillfully frying cubes of tofu.

A unique scent filled the air.

"Hey guys, how many servings would you like?"

The stall owner greeted us warmly.

"Boss, one serving, please!"

"By the way, little brother, would you like to try some?"

Wang Sheng stared longingly at the tofu in the oil pan, which was gradually turning golden brown, while asking Wang Teng a question.

"I don't need it, I'm not interested in this stuff."

Wang Teng waved his hand, and even subconsciously covered his nose slightly.

"Brother, I'm going to go take a look around and see if there's anything else to eat. You wait here."

After Wang Teng finished speaking, he looked ahead.

"Go ahead, but don't go too far. I'll come find you after I finish eating."

Wang Sheng's attention was entirely focused on the stinky tofu, so he just waved his hand casually.

So Wang Teng walked forward alone with the flow of people, looking around at the dazzling array of food stalls.

At first he didn’t feel very hungry, but the tempting aromas wafting around him quickly awakened his stomach’s craving for delicious food.

The aroma of roasted meat, the sweet and sticky texture of steamed dishes, and the fiery heat of fried food.

Before he knew it, Wang Teng had several more things in his hands.

A hearty meat patty, and two skewers of grilled meat sprinkled with spices.

Just as Wang Teng was slowly eating, a peculiar aroma suddenly entered his nostrils.

Wang Teng stopped and carefully examined the details.

It was a distinctly distinct meaty flavor, a blend of smoky and spicy notes.

"Grilled sausage?"

The smell instantly evoked certain memories for Wang Teng from before his time travel.

So he quickly finished the remaining meat pie in his hand and then followed the smell to the left.

Wang Teng hadn't gone far when he saw a small stall.

The stall owner was a rather thin man with a full beard, but he had a pair of large, watery, almond-shaped eyes that seemed completely out of place with his appearance.

He was dressed in a simple gray outfit, with neat short hair, though his hair seemed to be thicker than average.

"Peach blossom eyes? Selling sausages? Could it be..."

A name popped into Wang Teng's mind.

He walked to the stall without making a sound.

"Excuse me, are you buying sausages? If not, please move aside and don't block the stall."

The stall owner spoke, and his voice was surprisingly clear and youthful, a stark contrast to his mature appearance.

The voice almost confirmed Wang Teng's suspicions about the other person's identity.

"Boss, how much are the grilled sausages?"

Wang Teng quickly asked.

"Five copper soul coins per stick."

Seeing that there was business, the stall owner's peach blossom eyes immediately curved into a smile, making him appear exceptionally enthusiastic.

"It's not expensive, give me twenty to start."

Wang Teng casually handed over a Silver Soul Coin.

"Okay! Thank you, sir!"

The stall owner happily took the money, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "First Soul Skill: I Have a Big Sausage!"

It really was him... Oscar.

Wang Teng was certain.

At the same time, a surge of soul power emanated from Oscar.

A bright yellow spirit ring rose from beneath Oscar's feet, its melody resonating.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, steaming hot, fragrant sausages appeared in the air in front of him.

One, two, three...

Oscar kept channeling his soul power until the twentieth sausage took shape, then he let out a long sigh and stopped.

At this moment, his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

It's clear that making so many sausages at once is quite a burden for Oscar right now.

"Boss, I didn't expect you to be a food-type Soul Master, that's impressive."

Wang Teng praised him at the opportune moment.

"Haha, it's alright, I can still make a living."

Oscar wiped his sweat with his sleeve, a hearty smile on his face.

"By the way, sir, would you like to eat these sausages as is, or should I grill them again for you?"

"Let's eat half of it plain and grill the other half."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Teng said...

"Alright! You can take these ten."

Oscar handed ten sausages to Wang Teng and placed the other ten on a small grill next to him.

He skillfully lit the charcoal fire, picked up a fan and gently fanned it, and began grilling.

Wang Teng picked up a sausage and put it in his mouth.

The moment your teeth bite through the casing, scalding hot and delicious meat juices burst in your mouth, and the rich aroma of meat quickly fills the air.

Chapter 63 Ma Hongjun with a foul mouth