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Chapter 161

'Soul Douluo! If he's at full strength now, I can barely put up a fight, and the chances of losing are extremely high. Unless I unleash the Pangu Axe, I would not be able to handle him.' Wang Feng's only option would be to retreat confidently in the face of a Soul Douluo.

Xiao Wu, realizing this, was also surprised. Upon reflection, she noted that Feng'ge was only at the thirty-ninth level. Perhaps he projected an aura of power and invincibility but only to person at that same realm.

Tang San reassured, "Don't worry, they're here to cause trouble not harm me."

The group swiftly reached the college gate, where a crowd had gathered. Tai Long's group couldn't go unnoticed.

In the center, Tai Nuo and Tai Long stood beside an imposingly muscular old man. Though labeled as old, his physique rivaled middle-aged Tylenol if not even more vigorous, exuding even greater momentum.

As Tang San approached, Tai Long seemed apologetic. "Xiao Wu, Tang San... I'm sorry." Tai Long also felt awkward, realizing that the situation had escalated from son to father and now even grandfather.

Noticing the imposing figure of Tai Long's grandfather, Tai Tan, Tang San's heart sank. His Purple Demon Eye revealed the old man is powerful as an ancient beast, much, much more powerful than Tai Nuo.

Tai Tan's gaze swept over them, creating a sensation of being crushed by a mountain—oppressive and breath-stealing. He inquired, "Which of you is Tang San and Wang Feng?"

"I'm Tang San, the one who faced Tai Long." Tang San confidently stepped forward, his eyes unyielding and his voice steady.

Wang Feng smiled, noting Tai Tan's lack of hostility, likely due to his intervention in Tai Nuo's treatment.

"Very well," Titan glanced at Tang San and continued, "You harmed my son and grandson due to their own shortcomings. I won't hold it against you for treating my grandson. However, it doesn't mean my family is weak. You have the duration of a stick of incense to withstand my soul power pressure. During this time, you can make a request to withdraw if you can't handle it anymore. If you can't endure it, my son and grandson will have the liberty to beat you."

Tang San was taken aback. The request didn't seem embarrassing, likely because of Feng'ge's healing of Tai Nuo. However, the weight of facing a Soul Douluo pressure made him solemn and uneasy.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu looked at Tang San with concern.

"Little San, you still have remaining medicinal energy in your body, don't you?" Wang Feng suggested, "Use this pressure to make a breakthrough."

Tang San nodded, considering the idea. Taking a deep breath, he moved forward.

"If you can't endure it, simply fall to the ground or step back," Tai Tan said, his tone light.

After his words, Tai Tan shot two incense lights directly into the floor with his arms.

Witnessing this, everyone was once again astonished. The ground, made of jade white rock, was extremely hard!

Tang San's expression tightened. In the past, Zhi Lin Soul Douluo had employed a similar soul power pressure, but that gradual increase of it allowed Tang San to adapt. Additionally, Zhi Lin was a control-type soul master, making the pressure less overwhelming compared to this pure strength system soul master like Tai Tan.

As Tai Tan released the pressure, an invisible wave slowly formed from the air and dispersed. While outsiders couldn't perceive it, Tang San felt as if his entire body was being forcefully pushed into the ground. Without hesitation, he unleashed his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

The pressure was all-encompassing. It's essential to note that different types of soul masters exert varying soul power pressure, closely tied to factors like the soul master's martial soul, soul ring and cultivation route. The level alone is just one factor.

In the case of Tai Tan, a soul master with a strength oriented martial soul, a specific soul ring configuration, a singular cultivation route, and a pure strength system, his strength was formidable, very formidable to say so and the released pressure was exceptionally powerful.

"At level forty-six, the soul power pressure may only be slightly more than half... This Tai Tan is well-informed about Tang San," Tang San realized, acknowledging the depth of Tai Tan's understanding of Tang San as he started the soul power pressure right at what Tang San limit was at Heaven Dou imperial Academy.

Wang Feng thought to himself.

His body was exceptionally sensitive to soul power pressure, a subtlety undetectable by others. His current body was robust in all aspects, and with the brain and sternum tempered by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, Wang Feng anticipated even greater changes.

"Little San isn't a strength-type soul master. Under this pressure, as long as Tai Tan doesn't go overboard, it should help him break through." Wang Feng contemplated.

In reality, he shared the same perspective. It served the dual purpose of assessing his own body's capabilities while potentially facilitating a breakthrough in soul power.

Tang San, already cocooned in blue silver grass, utilized the last moments to employ a skill, attempting to alleviate the pressure through uses of his martial soul. Unfortunately, Tai Tan's pressure far exceeded that of Zhi Lin Douluo, rendering such efforts futile.

"Brother seems to be struggling," Xiao Wu observed, her hands nervously wringing together, palms sweaty. Vaguely, she perceived the sound of Tang San's bones distorting under the pressure.

However, only Wang Feng discerned that Tang San was leveraging the medicinal power of the two herbs to resist, assuaging any concerns. Moreover, such pressure could stimulate the dormant medicinal power within, presenting a valuable growth opportunity.

Soon, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, the external soul bones emerged to resist the mounting pressure.

"External soul bone?" Tai Tan frowned, intensifying the pressure once more.

The surge of pressure nearly crushed Tang San, who was already at his limit. In that critical moment, Tang San's eyes emitted two golden rays of light, aimed directly at Tai Tan's eyes.

"This should be the third stage of the Purple Demon Eye, the attack effect of the mustard realm? A mental shock through gaze? It seems slightly more potent than Xiao Wu's enchanting soul ability, Charm!" Wang Feng keenly observed the mental attack.

However, he believed the mental shock wouldn't have much effect on him. Tai Tan experienced this shock due to being unprepared and following a power-oriented path with less remarkable mental power.

Under the mental shock, Tai Tan felt a momentary dizziness, and the pressure became unsustainable.

Simultaneously, Tang San expelled a mouthful of blood, retreating several steps. Not a sign of surrender but a genuine struggle to maintain his stance.

Fortunately, he sensed that the Yang Wei channel in the meridian's eight channels had opened, yielding significant gains.

At that moment, Xiao Wu hurriedly walked over and supported Tang San. Seeing Tang San's pale face, Xiao Wu was anxious and shot Tai Tan a glare.

"Good. boy!" Tai Tan regained his composure, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he observed Tang San. No wonder his son and grandson struggled against this kid, he was a Soul Elder at only level 30 or so but managed to disorient him.

"Your eyes, what was the golden glow, what was that?" Tai Tan inquired, studying Tang San, who couldn't even speak. However, he refrained from pressing further. "There's another chance. Do you want to continue?"

Tang San remained silent. If he persisted, he would inevitably reveal the Clear Sky Hammer, and his body couldn't endure it.

At this point, Wang Feng smiled and spoke, "Xiao San, take a break first, let me give it a try."

Tang San was slightly surprised, remembering the Tai Tan's condition—holding for a stick of incense would be considered a success. Seeing this opportunity, Tang San nodded. Having recently made a breakthrough, he could take the chance to recover while observing.

"Be cautious, Fengzi, this guy's soul power is overwhelming. It won't be easy," cautioned Zhao Wuji.

Since Dugu Bo arrived at the academy, he consistently referred to Wang Feng as the Fengzi, a name that several teachers adopted. Even though Dugu Bo has temporarily left, the teachers have retained the nickname.

Wang Feng waved his hand and stepped forward.

"I've heard from my grandson that you're an auxiliary system soul master, yet you've defeated two soul masters with levels exceeding forty?" Tai Tan inquired as he saw Tang San rise, feeling relieved. If a life-threatening situation arose, he wouldn't be held responsible. Observing Wang Feng joining the scene, he frowned slightly. 

"This implies that you, kid, are also quite formidable. Being an auxiliary system soul master won't make you invulnerable!"

"Furthermore, don't think that Tang San's earlier attack method with those golden eyes will catch me off guard once again. I am prepared," Tai Tan snorted coldly.

"Feel free to come," Wang Feng responded unabashedly. "Or, sir, you can also use martial soul and soul power. I don't mind..."

This statement left Tai Tan and the others stunned, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"Is this boy Wang Feng?" Outside the college gate, Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Ning Rongrong observed the scene.

"Hmm!" Ning Rongrong nodded, her gaze fixated on Wang Feng with a spark in her eyes. With only her father and Grandpa Bone present (Grandpa Sword was in the sect, protecting it), she found Wang Feng quite interesting.

Ning Fengzhi chuckled, appreciating the situation. "He's an interesting young man, quite handsome too. He could rival me in my younger days…"

Ning Rongrong snorted and retorted, "When Dad was young, he was indeed handsome. Look at you now, not looking so good. Wang Feng, he's much more attractive than Dad now."

Bone Douluo joined in the banter, "Rong Rong, your father was quite the looker when he was young. Despite your beauty now, you might be captivated by these young guys, right?"

While Ning Fengzhi took the teasing in stride, he couldn't help but think that his daughter, Rongrong, might indeed be interested in this young man named Wang Feng. In her case, Wang Feng could be the first one to win her heart.

The impact was profound, and as they spent more time together, a favorable impression slowly developed. Given the opponent's strength and talent, it was only natural to harbor feelings of affection.

Having grown up in this environment, Ning Fengzhi knew well how Ning Rongrong tended to develop feelings for someone.

"Grandpa Bone, you might need to intervene later! Otherwise, Tai Tan might harm Wang Feng. If we want him to cultivate medicinal herbs for dad, we should not risk his health," Ning Rongrong expressed her concern.

"Oh? Can't we just strike a deal with him?" Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "The magical herbs are valuable, with no set price, but our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect has anything but wealth."

"Hehe, dad, you're mistaken," Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes. "Wang Feng doesn't fall for that. No matter how high the price, it's useless if he isn't interested. If Grandpa Bone tries to coerce him, he'll also never agree."

After more than a year of interaction, Ning Rongrong had gained some understanding of Wang Feng.

"Hahaha, who said that?" Ning Fengzhi laughed. "Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect possesses one of the most precious peerless treasures. Once I present this treasure to him, he'll undoubtedly agree."

"What treasure?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously. "Why wasn't I aware we had such a treasure in the sect?"

Bone Douluo couldn't help but laugh and remarked, "Rongrong, in our hearts, besides you, what treasure is more precious?"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong brushed her face, blushing like a tomato. "Dad, Grandpa Bone, what nonsense are you talking about? You're embarrassing me!" She playfully ran over, landing playful punches on the two, provoking more laughter.

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