That strike just now—everyone saw it clearly—Tang Yi had not used any soul power at all!
"What kind of technique is that?"
Someone stammered.
"No soul power fluctuation! He really didn't use soul power!"
"My god… he knocked Feng Xiaotian away using only physical strength?"
"How is that possible!"
Feng Xiaotian struggled to his feet, his right hand still trembling slightly.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm. It was already swollen red, a scorching energy still rampaging inside—traces left by Tang Yi's internal force.
"You… what kind of technique is this?"
Feng Xiaotian asked in shock, eyes full of disbelief.
Tang Yi smiled faintly: "This is called the Nine Yang True Scripture, a martial art from the Great Xia. Not a soul skill, but superior to soul skills."
"Great Xia martial arts?" Feng Xiaotian repeated blankly. He had never heard this term before.
Tang Yi stood with hands behind his back, expression calm: "This technique refines a pure yang internal force. It does not require a martial soul or soul power, yet it can unleash astonishing strength. Of course, it's decent—I only used ninety percent of my strength in that strike."
"Ninety percent?!" Feng Xiaotian's pupils shrank sharply.
The crowd erupted.
"Ninety percent and Feng Xiaotian was blown away—and without soul power?"
"What kind of monster is this!"
"When did Kamikaze City get such a young expert?"
Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath. The disdain in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by unprecedented seriousness and burning passion.
He understood—he had truly encountered a real expert today.
This boy was younger than him, yet his strength was unfathomable. Even more terrifying was that "Great Xia martial arts" completely exceeded his understanding.
"Good!"
Feng Xiaotian said solemnly, eyes blazing with fighting intent: "In that case, please take my self-created soul skill!"
His wind wings spread wide. He rose into the air like a hunting eagle. Wind elements gathered wildly around him as the double-headed wolf phantom howled and merged with him, his aura rising sharply.
"Furious Wind Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
Feng Xiaotian dived down. His hands turned into countless afterimages—each slash carrying sharp wind blades and terrifying force. Faster, stronger, and more powerful with each strike!
This was his proudest self-created soul skill, combining speed, strength, and his martial soul's traits.
Each slash grew stronger using momentum and aerial dive force. By the thirty-sixth strike, the power would reach an extremely terrifying level.
The crowd was stunned.
"This… this is Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill?"
"So powerful!"
"That boy is going to lose!"
The first slash came down.
Tang Yi raised his hand and blocked.
The second followed immediately—stronger, faster.
Tang Yi realized Feng Xiaotian was getting serious.
Without soul power, relying purely on the Nine Yang Inner Force and martial techniques, victory would no longer be easy.
"Mirage Cloak!"
"First-layer disguise mode activated!"
In public, revealing a first soul ring of thousand-year level and a second of ten-thousand-year level would be too shocking.
Thus, the Mirage Cloak disguised them into ordinary hundred-year yellow rings.
As for soul power level—Tang Yi did not hide it: Level 26 Great Soul Master.
"Six or seven years old… Level 26 Great Soul Master!"
"This talent is insane!"
The crowd exploded in shock.
Feng Xiaotian's eyes narrowed.
He became even more serious.
The slashes continued—twentieth strike already reached terrifying power.
Air was torn apart with piercing shrieks.
Tang Yi fully circulated his Nine Yang Inner Force, his power blazing like a furnace.
He also unleashed his soul power completely. Though only Level 26, it was extremely pure—refined through repeated tempering, dense like solid essence.
"Dragon Descending Palm: Regret of the Dragon!"
Tang Yi struck forward.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion.
Shockwaves forced the crowd back.
Feng Xiaotian felt an overwhelming force crashing into him—yang energy and soul power fused together, unstoppable.
His second-tenth slash was completely blocked.
"What?!" His pupils shrank.
His thirty-six slashes were being stopped head-on.
Tang Yi did not stop.
Palm techniques followed one after another.
"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"
"Dragon Appears in the Field!"
"Flying Dragon on the Ground!"
"Hidden Dragon!"
"Crossing the Great River!"
Each palm collided directly with Feng Xiaotian's slashes.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Ground shattered. Dust filled the air.
By the twenty-fifth slash, Feng Xiaotian could no longer hold on.
His energy was collapsing.
"Twenty-six… twenty-seven… twenty-eight…"
He gritted his teeth and continued.
But Tang Yi's palms grew stronger and more relentless, like an endless tide.
"Twenty-ninth slash!"
Feng Xiaotian struck with his final strength.
Tang Yi's palm shattered it and hit his chest directly.
Bang!
Feng Xiaotian flew back, crashing heavily to the ground dozens of meters away.
Silence.
Dead silence.
"Feng senior… lost?"
No one could believe it.
The genius of Kamikaze Academy had been defeated.
Feng Xiaotian lay on the ground, gasping heavily, blood at the corner of his mouth.
But there was no resentment in his eyes—only shock and fanatic admiration.
He crawled up and knelt in front of Tang Yi.
"Brother Tang!" he said sincerely, eyes burning: "Please take me as your disciple! I am willing to follow you for life!"
The crowd erupted again.
Tang Yi looked at him.
He was only seven. Accepting a twelve-year-old disciple was inappropriate.
And he did not want disciples.
A thought flashed like lightning.
In the original story, Tang San founded the Tang Sect.
If Tang San could do it, why couldn't he?
He had Great Xia support, modern knowledge, martial arts, and far beyond this world's resources.
Instead of fighting alone—he could build a force.
Tang Yi's path became clear.
He helped Feng Xiaotian up.
"I don't take disciples."
Feng Xiaotian froze.
"But you can be my… subordinate."
"Subordinate?" Feng Xiaotian was confused.
"You call me big brother, and work for me."
Tang Yi looked into the distance.
"I will establish a sect in this Douluo world."
Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up.
He understood immediately.
He was not a disciple—but a founding member.
A core figure of a future sect.
He knelt again.
"Big brother!"
He bowed three times.
Tang Yi accepted it.
Then he began giving orders.
"Become the true number one in Kamikaze Academy. Not just strength—but authority over everyone."
"And secretly gather talented students. Build your faction. I want Kamikaze Academy under my control."
Feng Xiaotian's mind trembled.
This ambition was enormous.
But he was fully convinced.
"Yes, Big Brother!"
Tang Yi nodded.
"Good. First step—bring me all core materials from the academy library, and teaching records."
"Help me handle it."