You Pass!

He currently masters one technique for overcoming the strong with the weak, which is the opposite of Aiki, which targets human physiological reactions. It is called Void Path, developed by targeting human weaknesses.

If you were to ask Tang San what the most potent poison in the world is, he would naturally answer: Tang Sect poisons. But if you were to ask Feng Xinglie, his answer would be: air, something essential for everyone's survival, inhaled every day.

The air we breathe daily contains 21% oxygen. As long as the inhaled oxygen is below this value, human functions will rapidly decline. However, if the oxygen content drops to 6%, just one breath is enough to cause unconsciousness. Feng Xinglie can create a vacuum with less than 6% oxygen content in his palm. If he covers Zhao Wuji's mouth and nose with his palm, he can achieve victory in a single breath. This has nothing to do with the level of Soul Power; it's an attack targeting physiological weaknesses. As long as one is human, even a Titled Douluo cannot resist it. Ghost Douluo, who served as an experimental subject, has already experienced this firsthand without any resistance.

"In my normal state, it's impossible for me to place my palm on Zhao Wuji's face. Perhaps there's a chance now, but... should I really use it?"

This move is powerful, but even with Zhao Wuji going easy, the feat of instantly killing a Soul Sage is too ostentatious. After much thought, he decided to adopt a gentler approach and placed his palm on Zhao Wuji's lower abdomen.

"That's not right! What is this kid trying to do?"

Zhao Wuji was suddenly startled, feeling a suction force from his palm that gave him a sense of threat. This is another application of Void Path, using the vacuum created in the palm to damage objects. The inventor of this technique once shattered bulletproof glass, capable of withstanding rocket launchers, as easily as ordinary glass. Zhao Wuji didn't know what Feng Xinglie intended, but his years of combat experience told him not to be reckless:

"First Soul Skill: Immovable Wisdom King Body!"

With another burst of power, Feng Xinglie was forcibly pushed back, and he could only sigh regretfully. He had underestimated the combat intuition of a Soul Sage.

At this point, there was very little time left for the exam, and an impatient look flashed across Zhao Wuji's face. He glanced at the incense stick that was about to burn out and prepared to end the battle quickly, intending to teach these little monsters a lesson:

"Fourth Soul Skill: Position Tracking."

This time, a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring lit up. Seeing this, Ning Rongrong and the others couldn't help but cry out in alarm:

"Thousand-Year Soul Skill? Dodge quickly!"

However, Feng Xinglie, who had already been locked on, could only wear a bitter expression upon hearing the warning. Dodge? How could this move be dodged?

"Your name is Feng Xinglie, right? Was it fun just now? It's my turn to get close now, be careful not to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji charged forward with incredible speed. Feng Xinglie knew he had been marked by the tracking ability and couldn't possibly dodge. He gritted his teeth, unleashed Falling Leaf Crazy Foot, and jumped upwards with all his might. Then, under the effect of the Soul Skill, Zhao Wuji made a ninety-degree turn and followed him.

"Third Soul Skill: Heart Pump Overpressure!"

Feng Xinglie was also going all out. He curled his legs in mid-air to gather power again, calculated the distance, and when Zhao Wuji entered his attack range, he unleashed a mutually destructive move. A single powerful beat of his heart made his body, long strengthened by Whale Rubber, cry out in pain. Feng Xinglie dared not be careless; the moment the power surged, he deactivated his third Soul Skill and pushed off with his legs.

As the saying goes: striking from above, with ease.

Zhao Wuji could only raise his arms to block the descending foot attack, as the effect of Position Tracking left him no option to dodge either. Unfortunately, he had prepared to counter Feng Xinglie's previous attack power, so at the moment their fists and feet collided, his pupils contracted sharply:

"That's not right! Such great strength!"

But it was too late. Falling Leaf Crazy Foot pressed down on Zhao Wuji's arms and landed on his face. His airborne body had no leverage, causing his massive frame to crash to the ground like a meteor, creating a large pit in the flat ground. The violent impact shook the entire Shrek Academy.

"Ptooey, ptooey... I've been tricked again. But how does this kid seem to know the details of my Soul Skills?"

Zhao Wuji, climbing out of the large pit, patted the dust off himself and complained. Although he looked disheveled, the damage he sustained was actually quite limited. He twisted his aching neck and looked at Feng Xinglie, who had finally returned to the ground after several rolls to dissipate the force.

"Teacher Zhao, the incense is finished, the exam is over!"

Seeing the two confronting each other again, Ning Rongrong quickly shouted. Everyone turned to look; the incense stick stuck in the ground had indeed burned to its end.

"Kid, where did you learn all this strange kung fu?"

Seeing that the exam was over, Zhao Wuji could only deactivate his Martial Soul Possession and exit combat mode, despite his unwillingness. He secretly resolved to give this student a thorough training once they were admitted.

"Heh, so Immovable Wisdom King spared my life so I could show off my heritage?"

Feng Xinglie sneered.

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's old face flushed. He realized he had been a bit too heavy-handed just now. He waved his hands repeatedly, afraid that this little monster would get angry and withdraw from the academy:

"Not at all! Teacher just wanted to see your potential. Congratulations to all of you for passing the exam. Mubai, take them to rest, and classes will officially begin tomorrow."

Without waiting for a reply, Zhao Wuji leaped away from the courtyard.

"That was close, I can't believe you managed to hold on... Feng Xinglie?"

With the exam over, Ning Rongrong patted her chest and teased. She saw Feng Xinglie standing still in the same spot, and only after Zhao Wuji's figure had completely disappeared did he plop down on the ground. He pressed his hands to his ankles, and with a crisp cracking sound, Feng Xinglie let out a long sigh:

"Ah... my bones are dislocated. Zhao Wuji really hit hard."

He took out the Oscar Great Sausage he had bought earlier and ate them all in one go. Feeling the warm Soul Power gradually healing his body, he stood up unsteadily.

"You're something else, fighting like that? Going head-to-head with a Soul Sage."

"Can't be helped, the majority rules."

Meeting Feng Xinglie's resentful gaze, Ning Rongrong turned her head away. But Xiao Wu and Tang San had no such psychological burden. They bounced over and patted Feng Xinglie's shoulder heavily:

"Not bad, Xiao Lie. Based on your performance just now, you're qualified to be Xiao Wu-jie's follower."

"We'll see. I need to rest."

Brushing off Xiao Wu's hand, Feng Xinglie turned and looked at Dai Mubai, signaling him to lead the way to the dormitory. Zhu Zhuqing, under Dai Mubai's envious gaze, supported Feng Xinglie. However, bound by Zhao Wuji's instructions, they reluctantly led everyone to the dormitory. After choosing their rooms, Feng Xinglie ignored everyone else and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep.