134 Chapter 132.

'It's a pity I was not a cultivator like Tang San in my past life.' Wang Feng expressed with a tinge of regret.

If he could know about these meridians, he believed he could enhance his own strength and even make a prototype cultivation technique. While feeling regretful, Wang Feng acknowledged that everyone has their own path, and what suits one person might not suit another. He recognized the value of staying true to his own chosen path, the path of endless grinding.

Regret aside, Wang Feng embraced the idea that his current journey suited him well. Each individual's journey is intricate and tailored to their own strengths and circumstances. Attempting to be greedy can lead to confusions and setbacks. Furthermore, the unknown possibilities, such as Meteoric Tears, could present unforeseen opportunities for transformation.

Tang San, having successfully passing the test, returned with a refreshed demeanor. Smiling at Wang Feng, he seemed to convey a challenge. It was time for him to step up and face the test. The curiosity extended beyond Tang San to everyone present, including the three Soul Douluos, all eager to witness Wang Feng's capabilities unfold.

In Qin Ming's assessment, Tang San was already considered a genius in the realm of control system soul masters, and his recent demonstration had solidified this assumption.

Now, all eyes were on Wang Feng, the formidable auxiliary system soul master who had earned admiration even from Qin Ming, the Shrek Seven Monsters' Captain.

"Xiao Feng," Grandmaster addressed Wang Feng, prompting a glance in his direction.

"Go ahead!" Flender chuckled quietly, appreciating the prospect of showcasing the academy's prowess, though Wang Feng strength has nothing to do with his Shrek Academy. But as the dean of Shrek Academy, and Wang Feng being one of the students, his abilities reflected positively on him and on Shrek's reputation.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong expressed support with a subtle encouraging look, and Ma Hongjun, grinning, encouraged the captain to impress the three Soul Douluo deans.

"Little San has set a high standard, the captain must be able to surpass it. Dean Zhi Lin might need to unleash some serious pressure." Oscar commented with a smile.

Dai Mubai, offering a calculated analysis, anticipated that even the pressure of a 51th-level Soul King might not be enough to challenge their formidable captain.

After observing Tang San's performance, the remaining five Shrek Academy members recognized that the three deans were about to test their capabilities.

Wang Feng stood up and approached, calmly facing the three dean.

"Three esteemed seniors, please guide me." he said humbly.

The three deans exchanged glances, and Mengshen Ji volunteered, asserting his status as the strongest at the 86th level among them. The disparity between levels at their caliber was very considerable.

Facing Mengshen Ji, Wang Feng maintained a confident smile, anticipating the forthcoming test.

In contrast to the gradual application of pressure witnessed during Tang San's examination, Mengshen Ji chose a more direct approach. Instantaneously, he imposed the pressure of a 34th-level soul power, creating an air of solemnity.

Wang Feng, arms hanging at his sides, stood straight and unfazed, shaking his head slightly.

The onlookers, including Zhao Wuji, couldn't help but chuckle at Wang Feng's seemingly nonchalant response. "This brat has become arrogant! Doesn't he take the seniors seriously? And shaking his head while at it?" Zhao Wuji remarked with a mix of amusement, drawing laughter from the others.

Familiar with Wang Feng's fearless and confident demeanor, the spectators found it not surprising of his arrogant demeanor.

A subtle smile glimmered in Mengshen Ji's eyes as he swiftly intensified the pressure of his soul power. As a control system battle soul master, his mastery over soul power manipulation allowed for a rapid surge in pressure, catching observers off guard.

The pressure skyrocketed, reaching level 40 in a mere moment, equivalent to the explosive state Tang San had barely withstood earlier. Undeterred, Wang Feng's demeanor remained composed, he shook his head once again.

Mengshen Ji, maintaining his pride as a Soul Douluo, felt a hint of embarrassment despite the nonchalant gesture. Nevertheless, his determination drove him to increase the intensity once again steadily, aiming to test Wang Feng's limits.

The other two deans, observing the spectacle, wore smiles tinged with astonishment and surprise. Wang Feng's ability to resist without employing his soul power or martial soul intrigued them.

Zhi Lin whispered to Bai Baoshan, noting the absence of Wang Feng's direct use of soul power, different from Tang San's.

"He must be using his powerful physical strength to withstand it." Bai Baoshan speculated, anticipating that the captain of these children had more surprises in store.

Indeed, Wang Feng's subtle head shake conveyed more than words ever could.

As Mengshen Ji's face looked surprised, the pressure of his soul power once again surged. Wang Feng, unfazed, continued to shake his head. While the act seemed inconsequential, it signified that Mengshen Ji's efforts were insufficient to prompt Wang Feng's direct use of soul power.

Mengshen Ji, surprised and determined, directed the intensified soul power pressure toward Wang Feng once again. The rapid escalation, now reaching level fifty, emanated a tangible force felt by all present. A strong wind rushed from Wang Feng's body, brushing against those behind him.

Flender, with a tinge of concern in his eyes, noted the escalating situation. The unfolding test held an air of uncertainty, leaving everyone on edge.

The intensity of this level of soul power pressure surpassed the capacity of even a fifty-level soul master to endure.

"Even I couldn't withstand it at all," Tang San admitted silently. "Brother Feng is truly formidable."

All eyes remained fixed on the unfolding scene, filled with a sense of trepidation and excitement.

Wang Feng, now, exhibited minimal signs of distress. He acknowledged a slight heaviness in his body, but his consciousness remained remarkably clear. His exceptional physical fitness played a crucial role, indicating a strength close to the sixtieth rank—perhaps even beyond, as he hadn't reached his limit yet.

As the soul power pressure reached level fifty, a sense of nervousness spread among the onlookers. Tang San marveled at Wang Feng's resilience, recognizing the strength required to endure such a formidable force.

The other two Soul Douluos, Zhi Lin and Bai Baoshan, whispered words of caution, urging caution and expressing concern for the child facing the escalating pressure.

Mengshen Ji, now proceeding cautiously, continued to raise the pressure steadily as not to harm the child. He keenly observed Wang Feng, noting with surprise that Wang Feng had yet to deploy his soul power.

"Is this child's body made of diamonds?" Mengshen Ji wondered silently, acknowledging the exceptional durability displayed by Wang Feng. He maintained a steady increase in the pressure, albeit at a slower pace. Concerned about pushing too hard, Mengshen Ji recognized the need for caution.

As the soul power pressure gradually ascended, the collective heartbeat quickened. Even Grandmaster, typically composed, felt a dryness in his mouth. The tension escalated as the soul power level reached an impressive 59.

Finally, at this juncture, Wang Feng commenced a gradual circulation of his soul power. A gentle, light blue hue enveloped his form, and as the soul power exerted its force, a subtle green mist emerged, giving Wang Feng an ethereal appearance.

"He looks so mesmerizing..." remarked Ning Rongrong with a blush.

"...Rongrong, are your priorities misplaced here?" Xiao Wu teased.

The onlookers behind them couldn't help but sense a palpable pressure, feeling drawn to the spectacle unfolding.

An invisible vortex materialized around Wang Feng. Despite Mengshen Ji's precise control, the immense soul power pressure inevitably spilled over onto Wang Feng.

"This type of soul power pressure is truly fascinating," Wang Feng mused, sensing the weight akin to being pressed beneath a colossal mountain. The thought of the Monkey King trapped under Buddha's five finger like mountain crossed his mind. Although he couldn't comprehend the Monkey King's experience, Wang Feng felt a semblance of that weight now.

Beneath the relentless pressure, Wang Feng perceived a heightened efficiency in his soul power absorption. His body's muscle fibers underwent repeated compression and consolidation, responding to the intense force at play.

Sensing Wang Feng's elevated soul power, Bai Baoshan experienced a sense of relief. Had Wang Feng finally deployed his soul power? However, beyond the sixtieth level, each subsequent increase in pressure proved far more formidable than the combined pressure from previous levels. The gaps between soul power levels widened significantly as cultivation progressed further.

Undeterred, Mengshen Ji continued to elevate the soul power pressure, incrementally advancing from one level to the next. Paradoxically, he, the initiator, felt the mounting strain the most.

Mengshen Ji found it difficult to fathom that he was exerting pressure on a mere thirty-fourth-level soul master. The tension persisted until the sixty-fourth level.

Wang Feng's countenance underwent a subtle change as he mobilized his entire soul power to resist the escalating pressure. The formidable soul power, akin to waves of tsunamis, crashed upon him, stirring the surrounding space. Each passing second felt like enduring countless relentless strikes.

"Black Thorns Armor!" Wang Feng silently activated the armor, concealing it seamlessly on the surface of his upper body—escaping notice from the onlookers.

What adds intrigue to the situation is Wang Feng's discovery that, under the pressure of this formidable soul power pressure, his control over the thorns has seemingly become more complete in a sense. Delighted by this revelation, he shifted his focus, allowing his body to automatically resist the pressure while delicately manipulating a trace of soul power to exert subtle control over the thorns adorning the armor.

One... two... fifty... sixty.

In this heightened state, Wang Feng marveled at the enhanced control over the number of Armored Black Thorns. The realization dawned upon him – the proficiency gained in controlling soul power could indeed affect the number of Armored Black Thorns manipulated. This insight, coupled with Tang San's mastery over his Eight Spider Lances, inspired Wang Feng to test the limits of his control.

Could he handle hundreds more?

Over the past five months, Wang Feng had meticulously honed his control, gradually increasing the number of Armored Black Thorns he can manipulate. Now, under the pressure of the elevated soul power, his control capabilities soared. The subtle manipulation was imperceptible to onlookers.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Feng swiftly augmented his control over the number of Armored Black Thorns. Engaging his spiritual consciousness, he directed the subtle soul power into the thorns, orchestrating micro-controls.

Externally, astonishment painted the faces of the onlookers.

"Xiao Feng, is he using his martial soul? He's almost reached the 67th rank of soul power!"

Zhao Wuji expressed disbelief, acknowledging that even in his position, he would feel uneasy at level sixty-seven, necessitating the deployment of martial soul.

Sweat appeared on Mengshen Ji's forehead, signaling the need to halt the increase in soul power pressure. Further advancement required the integration of martial soul to maintain precise control, preventing the risk of inadvertently crushing the opponent under the weight of soul power.

"Let's stop now..."

Zhi Lin, too, observed a sheen of sweat on his brow. Uncertain of Wang Feng's limits, they chose caution over pushing the boundaries.

Yet, at this juncture, Wang Feng, with a perplexed expression, suddenly interjected:

"Please continue?"

Wang Feng sensed a deceleration in the control over Armored Black Thorns, snapping back to reality. It seemed the opponent's soul power had reached a point where it could no longer be overwhelmed. The controllable number of Armored Black Thorns had surged to over 400.

However, once he regained his composure, Wang Feng was hit with a wave of excruciating pain throughout his body, as if his breath was being suffocated.

"Damn it, I was so focused on controlling the Armored Black Thorns that I didn't notice... It's nearly reaching the limit. However, the higher the limit, the closer it may be to triggering the Meteoric Tears ... even just once! But if the soul power pressure continues to rise, I'm afraid I won't be able to endure it."

The increase in pressure for each subsequent level of soul power was staggeringly substantial. Wang Feng realized that reaching level 69 might cause his body to explode, leaving no time for Meteoric Tears. On the other hand, level 68 soul pressure wouldn't be enough to induce Meteoric Tears.

Contemplating this, Wang Feng discreetly lowered his voice and suggested, "Could you ask the other two seniors to also do the same, maintaining this level of soul power pressure? Can you help me?"

Silence enveloped the group.

"How interesting, how interesting!"

Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin were genuinely astounded by Wang Feng's request. Not everyone could endure the pressure of such soul power. The sixty-seventh-level soul power pressure from the Mengshen Ji at this moment was even more formidable than the sixth soul ability used by Zhao Wuji in the beginning. This was the soul power pressure wielded by a Soul Douluo!

Three?

Even Zhao Wuji didn't dare to suggest such a thing. The three senior Soul Douluo exchanged glances, observing Wang Feng's resolute eyes, and felt a slight stirring in their hearts.

"Give it a shot." Mengshen Ji said nervously.

Hearing this, Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin no longer hesitated. Two formidable soul power pressures descended directly onto Wang Feng's body.

Boom!

A burst of vigor emanated from Wang Feng's body. Ning Rongrong and the others instinctively channeled their soul power to resist the overwhelming pressure. Almost instantly, numerous cracking sounds echoed from Wang Feng's body. Under the terrifying pressure, Wang Feng's body instantly reached its limit.

A Golden Lotus slowly appeared in Wang Feng's palm. Meteoric tears in his body also finally released a faint energy that flowed throughout his body. Though not substantial enough to significantly enhance his physical abilities, it could boost his soul power level significantly.

The energy within the Meteoric Tears was exceptionally pure. Wang Feng wasn't sure about its nature, but it was undoubtedly highly advanced. A gentle flow coursed through Wang Feng's limbs and bones, providing a sense of comfort that almost brought tears to his eyes. Unable to contain his feelings, he blurted out.

"Cool~"

"….." Everyone.

"Wait a minute, why does this feel so familiar?" Zhao Wuji was the first to be surprised, and then a realization dawned on him.

At the same time, the other three Soul Douluos were utterly stunned.

"Cool? What does he mean by that? We're three Soul Douluos, unleashing sixty-seventh soul level pressure!"

"Hey, his soul power has broken through!"

At that moment, the three Soul Douluo exchanged glances, quickly easing the pressure of their soul power. They observed Wang Feng closely, who, under the influence of the Golden Lotus, was enveloped in a radiant golden glow, resembling a delicate golden veil. The transformation was dazzling.

As the soul power circulated, the Golden Lotus in Wang Feng's palm emitted a gentle, soothing aura. Its presence filled the entire reception room with warmth.

"Close to level 36!" Wang Feng exclaimed with a tinge of excitement.

The activation of the Meteoric Tears and it's benefit this time wasn't as substantial as previously, given that the pressure of soul power hadn't truly reached the limits of his physical body.

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