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Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and analyzed quickly:
"Wei Feng is definitely more than level 33!
He must have used some method unknown to us to perfectly conceal his true soul power level!
Although his martial soul did not use soul skills, its strength was obviously stronger than that of Boss Dai.
Judging from the teacher's situation, the strength of the separated spirit depends on the spirit master."
Tang San pointed at Wei Feng on the stage, who was leisurely retracting his fire-breathing dragon, and continued:
"And his martial spirit, that... Fire-breathing dragon!
Its strength, speed, defense, and especially the power of its final blow, were definitely far beyond the capabilities of a Level 33 Soul Master!
I even feel that the strength it has displayed has reached the level of a Soul Sect, and it may not even be an ordinary Soul Sect!"
Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly, still feeling apprehensive:
"That's right, Third Brother! The aura of that guy is even more frightening than when Mr. Zhao (Zhao Wuji) gets angry..."
"Soul Sect level..."
Yu Xiaogang repeated the word, his lips trembling even more violently.
If Tang San's analysis is correct, then Wei Feng's true soul power may have reached above level 40!
A teenage Soul Master?
And his martial soul can evolve?
Is it possible to perform powerful skills without relying on spirit rings?
Each of these items was like a heavy hammer, hitting the core theory of martial arts that he had adhered to for decades.
Yu Xiaogang felt dizzy and terrified of his faith collapsing.
Flanders supported Yu Xiaogang, who was almost unable to stand, with an extremely grim expression on his face:
"Xiao Gang...are you okay? If what Xiao San said is true, then this Wei Feng...is truly terrifying. Who is he?"
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes, shook his head in pain, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I don't know... but I only know that we, Shrek, may have provoked an unimaginable monster this time... His very existence is a challenge to the existing spirit system..."
Below the stage, everyone at Shrek was immersed in shock, anger, and a hint of fear.
On the stage, Wei Feng seemed to have done something insignificant. He didn't even look at Dai Mubai, who was carried away, but just gently stroked the Charizard Xiaolong, who returned to his side.
"Well done, I'll give you a snack when I get back."
Wei Feng smiled and casually glanced towards the rest area of Shrek Academy.
He made brief contact with Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's doubtful gazes, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That look, calm yet condescending, seemed to be saying:
This is just the beginning.
Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Wei Feng...you hid it so well!
However, I, Tang San, will never lag behind you forever!
One day, I will use the Tang Sect's unique skills and the Clear Sky Hammer to defeat you with my own hands and prove that your theory is correct!
Dai Mubai was seriously injured and unconscious, so no one from Shrek Academy wanted to stay in the Soul Fighting Arena anymore.
Flanders and Zhao Wuji immediately took Dai Mubai to Oscar's initial treatment to recover his big sausage.
I hurried back to the hotel where I was staying.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
In the hotel room, Dai Mubai lay on the bed with a pale face and weak breathing.
Zhao Wuji was using his own strong soul power to help him clear the disordered qi and blood; his brows furrowed.
Everyone else's faces also looked extremely ugly, some sitting and some standing. The room was filled with failure, anger, and a hint of indescribable panic.
"Damn it! That Wei Feng, he definitely did it on purpose!"
Ma Hongjun punched the wall and said with gritted teeth, but there was still a trace of fear of Charizard's terrifying power in the depths of his eyes.
Oscar looked at the unconscious Dai Mubai and said worriedly:
"Boss Dai's injuries are very serious. His internal organs have been shaken, and several bones have been broken. It will probably take him ten days to half a month to recover.
That Wei Feng... was too ruthless!"
Xiao Wu supported Tang San, whose face was gloomy. She could feel Tang San's body trembling slightly because he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
"Xiao San."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and filled with exhaustion.
"You said before that you and this Wei Feng lived in the same village for six years?
And you were once classmates at Notting College.
Tell us everything you know about him!
We must figure out what kind of opponent we are facing!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Tang San.
Tang San took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to narrate:
"Yes, Sensei. He and I were both born in Holy Soul Village.
He was born a few days earlier than I, but our family had no contact with his family, and he seemed a little... lonely and different since he was a child.
Until I was six years old and my spirit awakened, mine was the Blue Silver Grass, and his…"
Tang San paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
"What he awakened was the initial form of the spirit you saw today, a separate spirit he called 'Little Fire Dragon'."
"Separated spirit, no spirit ring... ever since then..."
Yu Xiaogang murmured; this further confirmed that Wei Feng's abnormality was rooted in his martial soul itself.
"Later, we entered Notting Junior Soul Master Academy together."
Tang San continued, his tone carrying a hint of unwillingness.
"During the theory class, he once questioned your 'Ten Core Competencies of the Martial Spirit,' and his words were full of... disdain."
Yu Xiaogang's face became even uglier. This had always been a knot in his heart.
"Later, we had some conflicts."
Tang San omitted details such as the breaking of Xuantian Gong; after all, it involved the secrets of the Tang Sect.
"His strength is growing rapidly, and his methods are quite strange.
But just after the end of his first year, he suddenly disappeared from Notting College, and his whereabouts are unknown.
I never thought that when we met again, he would appear here, and... he seemed to have become a member of the Burning Heaven Sect."
"Burning Heaven Sect..."
Flanders pushed up his glasses, his eyes sharp behind the lenses.
"How did he get involved with the Burning Heaven Sect?"
At this time, Ning Rongrong, who had been listening silently, spoke softly.
Her voice carried the unique insight and affirmation of a young princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect:
"Because Wei Feng is the first supreme elder of the Burning Heaven Sect, the grandson of 'Burning Heaven Douluo', no, 'Darkness Douluo', Wei Zhenshan."
"What?!"
"The grandson of a Titled Douluo?!"
Ning Rongrong's words were like thunder from the blue sky, exploding in the room!
Except for Yu Xiaogang, who had already guessed it, and Tang San, who had sensed it.
Flanders, Zhao Wuji, Oscar, Ma Hongju,n and others were all shocked with their mouths wide open, horror written all over their faces!
Titled Douluo!