Beating Zhao Gan
“Yes, I am Zhao Feng.”
Zhao Feng neither retreated nor gave way. Instead he faced off Zhao Gan. This sight caused many other disciples to be shocked.
“When did Zhao Feng break through to the third rank?” Zhao Kun and company finally realised Zhao Feng’s change. Even Zhao Xue who was standing next to Zhao Yijian was shocked.
“Hmph! Just a useless piece of trash using outside help to break through. These people are especially vulnerable.” Zhao Yijian said disdainfully.
“Maybe.” Zhao Xue answered.
“Zhao Feng, you are stronger than I imagined. No wonder you could beat up my brother.” Zhao Gan praised Zhao Feng as he stopped two yards away from him.
“Stop praising me, you’re here to take revenge for my brother, I presume?” Zhao Feng faintly smiled.
“Yes!” Zhao Gan swiftly continued, “Although my brother is a useless piece of trash……. He is still my brother.” Zhao Kun’s face turned ugly as Zhao Gan spoke. This brother of his never gave any face to anyone.
Zhao Gan continued, “You aree younger than me and have just reached the third rank. So I won’t bully you. If you can live past my first ten moves then I will let this off the hook.”
“Sure.” Zhao Feng was a bit surprised by how Zhao Gan acted. Zhao Kun’s brother was not as arrogant as he had imagined.
The two faced off on a piece of spare land on the martial arts field.
“It is starting now…..”
Zhao Gan’s aura suddenly became cold and his four limbs started to bend, like a poisonous snake.
Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake!
Some of the disciples knew the history of the move. Being Zhao Gan’s opponent, Zhao Feng felt a unknown chill. While both brother’s had learnt Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake, Zhao Gan could give him great pressure.
“Second change of the Poisonous Snake!”
Zhao Gan, like a snake, struck towards Zhao Feng’s head.
Zhao Feng only felt a chill come towards his head. The opponent’s speed and power was double that of Zhao Kun’s. It was good that his left eye could still easily see the route of Zhao Gan’s attack, so he put up a fist to block.
Pah!
Zhao Feng threw off Zhao Gan with his punch, but he felt that the opponent’s body was like butter. Zhao Gan twisted on the ground and then used explosive speed and power to charge back towards Zhao Feng.
“No wonder he is worthy of being the fifth best outer disciple!” He had a feeling that his opponent wasn’t a person, but a deadly, cunning snake instead.
Pah! Pah! Pah……
Zhao Feng had a solemn look on his face as he faced off against Zhao Gan. In that short amount of time, Zhao Feng had almost lost many times.
“I wonder how far I can go without using my left eye.” Zhao Feng was very calm. Once he used his left eye, his reaction speed and vision increased dramatically, so it would not be any challenge for him.
Of course, without using his left eye, Zhao Feng’s reaction speed had already surpassed martial learners of the same rank.
At the beginning, Zhao Feng was under great pressure. However, as the fight continued, he used his experience and battle prowess to fight against Zhao Gan.
Pah! Pah! Beng……..
The two shadows fought together on the field. The two of them both used close battle skills, and the speed they fought at was extremely fast.
“Zhao Feng’s strength is stronger than I imagined.”
“It has already been five moves.” A few of the other disciples felt that it was unbelievable.
“His improvement is so insanely fast.”
Zhao Xue’s breathing started to increase.
Not far away, Zhao Kun kept wiping the sweat off his forehead. He thought that with his brother’s strength, he would only need two or three moves to take Zhao Feng down, but the latter had unexpectedly improved so much.
Soon it was the sixth move!
Just as Zhao Feng and Zhao Gan were on par with each other.
“Fourth Change of the Poisonous Snake!”
Zhao Gan’s movements became like the sea. It churned, jumped and wrapped around Zhao Feng. As the fourth change began, Zhao Gan’s damage increased dramatically.
Zhao Feng felt the pressure increase and remembered that Zhao Kun had only learnt the first three changes of Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake.
Zhao Gan however had learnt the first seven changes! Every change after was harder to learn but the damage would likewise increased dramatically. Zhao Feng felt as if his opponent had no bones and that he was coming closer and closer……..
Shuah!
Zhao Feng, on instinct, used Lightly Floating Ferry to pull away from Zhao Gan. Close combat was the forte of Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake, even Angry Dragon Fists was difficult against it.
Teng! Teng!
Zhao Feng, in terms of speed, was always faster than Zhao Gan.
The eight move, the ninth move….. The tenth move!
The two shadows split apart as the disciples who were watching held their breath.
“You have won.” Zhao Gan deeply looked at Zhao Feng, and seemed helpless. He then turned around and left, leaving a crowd of shocked disciples behind.
“Thank you for going easy.” Zhao Feng gave a faint smile. He did not use all his strength in this fight. For example, Zhao Feng did not use his left eye to its extreme. He also did not use Lightly Floating Ferry or the Air Pushing Breathing Technique to their highest potentials.
He had two reasons for this.
Firstly, he wanted to see how strong he was without the use of his left eye.
Secondly, he wanted to leave some hidden cards for the family sparring contest.
The result was very obvious. When he restrained himself from using these things he was on par with Zhao Gan. Obviously, Zhao Feng could not confirm if Zhao Gan had left some hidden moves either as the two of them had only exchanged ten blows.
“When did he get so strong……?” A few of those who were familiar with Zhao Feng now stared at him with their eyes open. Zhao Kun was even more exaggerated, he opened his mouth like a wooden chicken.
“Big brother, if you cannot beat him in ten moves you can still beat him up for me.” Zhao Kun said as he caught up to Zhao Gan.
“You better give up. Even if there were no restrictions I cannot beat him either. His speed is too fast for me.” Zhao Gan shook his head.
“How is this possible!” Zhao Kun knew that his brother did not lie. It wasn’t his attitude.
“He won…..” Zhao Xue’s body turned rigid as she looked complexly at the youth not far away. That youth seemed especially handsome, tall, than it was ever was at this point……
“This kid actually has a few tricks.” Zhao Yijian had a cold expression on his face, “But he only fought against Zhao Gan for ten moves…… while Zhao Gan has already lost to me long ago!” Zhao Xue let out a breath as she heard Zhao Yijian’s words.
She did not understand why she was so afraid of Zhao Feng becoming strong. The stronger he became, the more she felt conflicted.
After the sparring match the field resumed to its original state.This was because it was nearing noon and the powerful martial artist would be giving the lecture soon.
“Coach Chen is here!”
The crowd suddenly became excited.
Zhao Feng followed everyone’s eyesights and saw a tall, muscular man slowly walk onto the martial arts field.
“This is Coach Chen.” Zhao Feng secretly opened his left eye and saw that there was a faint yellow glow being emitting from his blood.
The inner strength was pushed every time he let out a breath, this created an unseen pressure.
Why did powerful people have a different aura and create unseen pressure? Zhao Feng understood a bit through looking at him.
At this moment, every step Coach Chen took and every glance he made created pressure. This aura belonged to Martial Artists. Any martial learner under the fourth rank might not even have the courage to attack.
“So strong!” The disciples had faces of awe and fear. How many martial learners on Green Flower Continent wanted to have the title of Martial artist? Even Zhao Feng was similar.
However, his goal was not limited to this. His goal was “Martial Master”, those that had the seventh rank or higher…. And even the rumoured Holy Martial Path…..
“Today I am going to talk about how the skills for martial learners of the third rank or lower should be used. I will also be talking about my experience of Inner strength……” Coach Chen’s voice was deep but not loud. However, even those that were a few hundred metres away could hear him clearly.
After hearing “experiences of Inner strength”, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei and Zhao Yue had their eyes brighten.
“Inner Strength of the martial path? What a coincidence!” Zhao Feng became full of expectations.
EPISODE 18
Inner Strength of the Martial Path
“As everyone know, the Martial Path is split into nine ranks. The first three ranks are known as the Power ranks and have the title of Martial Learners. The fourth to sixth ranks are known as Martial Artists, and the seventh to ninth rank are known as Martial Masters. Everyone who are Martial Masters have a high status, even the Zhao Sect does not have many of them.” Coach Chen simply explained about the nine ranks of the Martial Path.
“Every three ranks have a huge gap between them.”
Zhao Feng’s mind drew a simple diagram.
First three ranks: Strengthen the body and set up a good foundation.
Fourth to sixth rank: Form Inner strength. Every move and action far surpasses the power of Martial Learners.
Seventh to ninth ranks: Upgrading Inner Strength to “Transformation Strength”, which can attack through the air.
There were rumours in Cloud Country of “Big Martial Masters”, those who had reached the peak of the ninth rank and had the title of “Ten Thousand Men Army”, that could easily kill their enemies.
In their eyes, normal martial artists and deadly beasts were ants.
“First we will talk about the first and second rank of the martial path. Through martial art skills, we strengthen our body and blood……” Coach Chen first talked about the foundation of the first two ranks..
Many of the disciples on the field had already reached the third rank so they did not pay much attention to it. Zhao Feng paid close attention as he had been at the first rank of the Martial Path for a very long time. And the one hundred or so martial art books in his mind were then viewed differently.
He suddenly remembered the first skill he learnt, Flaming Metal Fists. Slowly, the moves, experience and skills faded out of his memory.
Zhao Feng was shocked as he did not know what this meant. The only thing he knew was that Flaming Metal Fists had reached its perfection. He did not realised that he had accidentally entered a “meditational state”. These states were rare, even for geniuses.
“Next we will talk about the skills of the second and third rank, and how to execute them…..” Coach Chen didn’t just speak, he also showed how to practise them.
Being a true martial artist, any move Coach Chen showed were all middle ranked martial arts trained to the peak level. Even if Coach Chen used the power of the third rank and middle ranked martial arts, he could still easily beat the top ten disciples.
“Lastly, I will be telling you tricks about Inner Strength .A few of you have already reached the peak of the third rank and are just a bit away from entering the fourth rank.” As Coach Chen spoke up to here, his lips curled into a smile. The top ten outer disciples had all reached the peak of the third rank.
“Even I cannot fully explain how Inner Strength works. The key point is how each of you understands Inner Strength. All I can do is give you some of my experiences…..” Coach Chen’s voice turned low. Just as he finished his sentence, he gave a frightening aura.
At that moment, all the Zhao sect disciples were unable to breathe properly. The unseen pressure flooded over all the martial learners.
“What strength! Is this inner strength? If I had that I could try to break through to become a true martial artist…..” The crowd held their breaths as they looked on in awe.
“Inner Strength is after all, a type of power that forms from within one’s body. Thus, strong blood is the key point in forming Inner Strength. And the strength of one’s blood depends on how strong one’s body and bones are. This is also why the first three ranks are known as the “Power ranks”. They provide a solid foundation to be built on.” Coach Chen said as he demonstrated.
“Rock Breaking Palm!” A faint yellow glow emitted from the centre of his palm.
Peh—-
Before the palm even hit the ground, the forced from the palm had already arrived.
“Ah!”
That palm’s power, filled with Inner Strength, was like a mountain that came crushing towards the disciples. The aura alone could make the martial learners lose.
Plop!
Three disciples of the second rank who stood at the front fell onto the ground.
“Hmph! I can see that your foundation is weak. The wind from my palm has already made you fall. If it was someone of the seventh rank or higher instead of me, you guys would have already been crushed into pieces…….” Coach Chen shook his head.
As he was explaining and demonstrating, one youth was like a sculpture that didn’t move. After Coach Chen finished his demonstration the youth closed his eyes.
“Inner strength is like that…..” Zhao Feng closed his eyes. In his mind, the picture of a person’s body once again came up.
At a certain point, a faint yellow glow came from inside the blood. When Coach Chen was demonstrating earlier, Zhao Feng had used his left eye to get a better look………
His eye had caught every subtle change in Coach Chen’s body, including how inner strength was formed. In his mind, this scene was now being replayed back and forth. Maybe Coach Chen himself could not understand the changes in his body so precisely.
Next, Coach Chen demonstrated some of his own experiences again.
Every time he demonstrated, Zhao Feng would use his left eye to observe.
While the other disciples could only hear the “reasoning”, Zhao Feng could fully “see” how it was formed.
Half an hour later, Coach Chen’s lecture ended.
“You cannot force Inner Strength. To form Inner Strength you must have good talent and a solid foundation.” Coach Chen shook his head as he left. It was obvious that he did not have much hope in these outer disciples.
If his explanation could make one or two of them understand inner strength, it would have been unexpected…..
After Coach Chen left, most disciples were left with questioning faces. After all, Inner Strength could not be described. It was different for everyone.
Obviously, the disciples that ranked highly had gained some insights.
Zhao Yue, who was ranked first and Zhao Yijian sometimes had expressions of thought and sometimes expressions of happiness…..
Zhao Yufei’s eyebrows were slightly fluttering.
As for Zhao Feng, he closed his eyes while standing still. Inside his mind, the memory of Coach Chen performing was played over and over…..
A while later.
Zhao Feng let out a breath as he hurriedly returned home.
Bang!
As soon as he got home he closed the room and sat down cross-legged.
“I have finally understood how Inner Strength works…..” Inside his mind, the late pages of Lightly Floating Ferry came up once again.
According to the Air Pushing Breathing Technique, if he trained it to the peak of the third level, he would have the foundation to form Inner Strength.
The same day he fully absorbed the insights he gained. At night, Zhao Feng performed the Air Pushing Breathing Technique a few times to confirm that he had reached the peak of the third level.
“It is starting now……” Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he slowly tried to form Inner Strength.
According to Lightly Floating Ferry, Zhao Feng slowly pushed his blood together.
Compared with the Air Pushing Breathing Technique, the standards of Lightly Floating Ferry were much higher.
Soon Zhao Feng’s blood passed through his body.
Everything went smoothly.
However, just at the end, Zhao Feng felt like he had no energy left.
The reason was because, although Zhao Feng’s blood was strong, he was lacking in quantity. In terms of blood strength he could be compared to “Zhao Yue”, but in terms of quantity he was still a way off.
Zhao Feng had not reached the peak of the third rank, and the way in which Lightly Floating Ferry formed Inner Strength was harder than most other skills.
“If I fail, my blood will fall into a period of weakness and it will be harder for me to form it next time….” Zhao Feng bit his teeth as he took out a two hundred year old blood plant.
Hu!
Zhao Feng s----d in a breath as the energy from the blood plant merged into his bloodstream.
Weng~
At the last moment Zhao Feng felt the blood rushing within him.
Ha!
A shout as loud as lightning sounded within the room, causing the windows to rattle.
Suddenly, the room went became dark due to the fact that the candle had been blown out.
Under the moonlight there was a youth full of anticipation who slowly opened his palm…. Then, a beautiful faint green glow appeared…….
EPISODE 19
Ranking
“I did it.” Zhao Feng restrained himself from shouting.
At this moment, he only needed one thought to emit a faint green glow from his palm. If one did not look closely, one would not be able to see it. This was the first thread of Inner Strength that Zhao Feng had formed. He had never thought that his dream would be so close to him.
Once someone formed their first thread of Inner Strength, the bottleneck to the fourth rank would be almost non-existent.
For Zhao Feng, it was now only a matter of time. He only needed to reach the peak of the third rank and he would be able to step into the fourth rank, becoming a true martial artist.
“There is not any other outer disciples in the Zhao sect that have formed their first thread of Inner Strength yet. Not even Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian……” When Zhao Feng thought up to here he had a satisfied expression.
Being able to form Inner strength at the third rank meant that he was unstoppable for his cultivation level.
“The two-hundred year old blood plant cannot go to waste.” Zhao Feng felt that his body still had remnants left from the blood plant so he formed a few more threads of Inner Strength.
Inner strength was one’s strength compressed into a higher level. To consolidate his Inner Strength, Zhao Feng meditated for one day and one night.
The moment he stepped out of his room he felt that every breath of his could instantly conjure great pressure.
Zhao Feng’s parents were also aware of this.
“Feng’er seems a bit different. It seems he has more energy nowadays.” Zhao Shi smiled.
“It is time for his growth spurt.” His father Zhao Tianyang even felt a faint pressure emanating from Zhao Feng.
Their feelings were not wrong. These changes indeed did occur on Zhao Feng.
After merging with the mysterious eye, Zhao Feng’s blood had started to slowly change…..
The most obvious point was his strength, it had increased at a rapid rate.
His height and mental energy were also growing.
Adding on the change of his heart state, his whole aura had changed.
“Even my parents can see that I have changed. This means that martial artists can easily see that I have formed Inner Strength.” Zhao Feng went into deep thought. There was still one month left until the family sparring contest, and his goal was to enter the top three!
“I need a way to hide my Inner strength.” Soon, the one hundred martial art skills popped up in his mind.
He soon chose a skill named “Hiding Air Technique”.
The Hiding Air Technique was not a combat skill, it could not even increase one’s cultivation. The reason why Zhao Feng picked it up before was because it was a peak middle ranked martial art, the same level as Angry Dragon Fists.
If Hiding Air Technique was trained to the low level, it could hide one’s inner strength and cultivation. When it reached the high level, one could control one’s aura. When it reached the peak level, one could erase one’s aura, which could be used for tracking and spying. Even a dog would be unable to smell one’s presence.
Zhao Feng began to train in the Hiding Air Technique on the same day. Although it was a peak, middle ranked martial art it was easy for to Zhao Feng to train in it.
Using just half a day worth of time, Zhao Feng had already trained the Hiding Air Technique to the low level, which meant that he could now conceal his inner strength. Even true martial artists of the fourth rank or higher would be unable to find out that Zhao Feng had inner strength.
“According to the book, one needed at least a few months to train it to the low level.” Zhao Feng was slightly shocked, but then he thought about how he had even learnt Lightly Floating Ferry, which was a high rank martial art.
Since the Hiding Air Technique was now at the low level, Zhao Feng could now openly walk around.
After a few more days it was the time for signing up for the family sparring contest.
“Feng’er you can sign up for the family sparring contest now. Do not forget to register.” Zhao Tianyang warned him.
“Ok, I will go right now.” Zhao Feng was very confident.
Zhao Tianyang nodded his head, “You have already reached the third rank. You should be able to reach the top one hundred.”
“Top one hundred?” Zhao Feng laughed as he shook his head. His parents did not have much confidence in him. Zhao Feng felt certain that if he could not place first, he could still place in the top three.
Soon after, Zhao Feng arrived at the registering place.
The family sparring contest was held once every three years and the signup time was one month before the contest itself.
There were many other disciples lining up when Zhao Feng arrived.
“Did you hear? This year’s rewards are extremely good!” One Zhao disciple said.
“Rewards? Tell us! No wonder you are an inner disciple.” A few surrounding disciples had interested expressions as they looked towards the inner disciple.
Their discussion caught Zhao Feng’s attention. He looked at the inner disciple who had a cultivation at the peak of the third rank. From the aura he released, his strength was at least on par with Zhao Gan.
“No wonder he’s worthy of being an inner disciple.” Zhao Feng thought, “Any random inner disciple has such strength.”
“Those that become one of the top fifty will become inner disciples and will have the chance to enter the second floor of the Martial Arts Library and choose a high rank martial art skill. They will also receive a three-hundred year old blood plant. Those that reach the top twenty can choose two high ranked martial arts skill and will get two, three-hundred year old blood plants.”
The inner disciple paused.
“Whoa! Three-hundred year old blood plants! The sect is spending a lot of money for this year’s contest.”
“High rank martial arts skills! Normal disciples will probably never even learn one.” The disciples around seemed shocked by the news. Even Zhao Feng felt excited.
A three-hundred year old blood plant was worth three thousand silver. Obviously, the fact that they got to enter the second floor of the Martial Arts Library was more exciting to him.
“If I get the chance to go inside the second floor of the Martial Arts Library, I can take out a large amount of high ranked skills.” Zhao Feng was full of anticipation.
This time the inner disciple continued, “The top ten can choose two high rank martial arts and will also get a five-hundred year old blood plant!”
Five-hundred year old blood plant!
Many disciples rubbed their palms together as they thought about it. One five-hundred year old blood plant was worth ten thousand silver!
“Apparently the top three can choose a peak rank skill, two high ranked skills and will also get a “Yun blood pill.”
“Peak rank martial art!”
“Yun blood pill?”
Someone who trained a peak rank martial art could cultivate up to the ninth rank of the Martial Path. As for the “Yun blood pill”, it was a precious pill that helped increase one’s cultivation.
This type of precious pill was worth over fifty thousand silver……
“What does first place get?” Someone asked.
“You are right. Usually first place gets an extra reward.” A few Zhao disciples said.
“First place will definitely have extra rewards, but even I do not know what that is.” The inner disciple shook his head.
Ah.
The disciples felt disappointed. However, because they did not know, they felt more intrigued to find out.
After waiting for a long time. Zhao Feng finally arrived at the registration place and took a badge. The badge had a number of 188 on it. Zhao Feng knew now knew what his number was.
The Zhao sect had a few hundred disciples entering the contest. According to the rules, there were only fifty spots for inner disciples under the age of eighteen.
There were fifty inner disciples at the moment.
This meant that some inner disciples may be eliminated and then replaced by the newer generation of disciples. Therefore, this contest was very cruel.
After signing up Zhao Feng returned home to work even harder.
Days passed. The time for the family sparring contest became closer and closer.
Twenty days before the family sparring contest started there was already an estimated ranking list. And the person who ranked first was an inner disciple who was the genius of of the Zhao sect, Zhao Linlong!
Zhao Linlong had reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path two years ago. He was ranked third in the last contest. At that time he wasn’t even fifteen years old.
Now, he was one of the four geniuses of Sun Feather City. There was no doubt that he was the strongest!
Second place was Zhao Chi, third place Zhao Han, fourth place Zhao Qin…… Twenty-first place Zhao Yue! When Zhao Feng saw this he took a cold breath. Zhao Yue, who was first amongst the outer disciples, did not even reach the top twenty of the inner disciples.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were respectively ranked thirty-eight and forty.
As for Zhao Gan and Zhao Guang who were both ranked in the top five amongst the outer disciples, they were ranked overall as forty-ninth and fifty-third. The ranking had a total of one hundred people. Zhao Feng kept on looking.
Finally!
At the second to last name on the list, Zhao Feng finally found his own name…….
EPISODE 20
Start of the Martial Contest
“Ninety-ninth?”
Zhao Feng’s lips curled into a smile, “I am getting pumped up for this contest……”
Those that could rank in the top one hundred were all considered talented in the sect.
After all, there were over thousands of youths between the ages of twelve and eighteen in the sect. And at least five hundred of them had entered the competition.
If Zhao Feng did not merge with the mysterious eye he would not even have the right to enter right now.
“There are still twenty days left. I need to use my time wisely……” Zhao Feng headed straight home to prepare for the competition.
The time of the family sparring contest was coming closer and closer.
All of the Zhao sect youths were under a tense atmosphere…. Many disciples even broke through under this pressure…………
This was the result that the Zhao sect’s higher level wanted.
After Zhao Feng returned home, apart from consolidating his Inner Strength, he kept on training in Angry Dragon Fists. Up to now Angry Dragon Fists was Zhao Feng’s most powerful attack skill.
Half a month ago, he had trained Angry Dragon Fists to the high level.”
Now, his Angry Dragon Skill had reached the peak level.”
The peak level represented ninety percent or higher of its maximum damage, which was more than fifty percent stronger than it in the high level. Up to now Zhao Feng had never heard of any other outer disciples who had trained a middle ranked skill to the peak level.
There was still half a month left till the contest.
Zhao Feng put even more energy into cultivating. His key focus was the Air Crossing Breathing Technique as it helped with Inner Strength. To further his cultivation, Zhao Feng even used his three-hundred year old blood plant.
Since he had already formed the first few thread of Inner Strength, his cultivation had increased at an insane speed and easily broke through to the peak of the third rank. He was only half a step away from entering the fourth rank.
Hu~
Zhao Feng let out a long breath. He had trained his body to its maximum potential.
“There are still three days left. I wonder if I can reach the fourth rank.” Zhao Feng murmured.
Being the Zhao sect’s most favoured genius, Zhao Linlong had apparently reached the fourth rank two years ago.
For the next two days, Zhao Feng tried to reach the fourth rank but failed at both of his attempts. This was within his expectations though.
“My inner strength and body strength is still far away from reaching the fourth rank.” Zhao Feng soon found the reason. The first three ranks of the Martial Path talked about a solid foundation. If the foundation was not solid, it would affect the realms later on.
And for the past two months Zhao Feng had broken through at extreme speed, which made his foundation not be solid enough.
Zhao Feng knew this and did not forcibly try to reach the fourth rank.
Soon there was only one day left.
“The family sparring contest will start tomorrow!” Zhao Feng took a deep breath and a faint green glow appeared as he opened his palms. Having inner strength, he could instantly kill a cultivator of the third rank. Now, his strength was not that of a quasi martial artist anymore. It was that of a half step martial artist!
A quasi martial artist could easily defeat a normal third rank in one or two moves and would even cause a certain amount of threat towards deadly beasts such as the Green Headed Tiger King. However, once one reached the point of half step martial artist, one’s strength exceeded that of a quasi martial artist.
Zhao Feng could now even exchange a few blows with the Green Headed Tiger King. The biggest difference between him and martial artists was not inner strength, instead it was body strength.
That night, in a certain garden in the Zhao sect.
Jiang!
A sword was drawn from its sheath and created illusions in the air. The sword’s owner was a youth clothed in purple. His sword’s power had reached a frightening level.
His casual strikes could be compared with Xin Fei’s Cracking Wind Sword, which could kill cultivators of the third rank in one move.
“Yijian’er, not bad! You have already trained the high rank skill Cold Flowing Sword to the high level. Out of the outer disciples, it is probably only you who have trained a high rank martial art to the high level.” A middle-aged man said smiling.
The purple clothed youth was Zhao Yijian who was ranked third amongst the outer disciples.
“It looks like the first place amongst the outer disciples will be changing soon. And Zhao Feng, that bug, will be crushed under my feet!” Zhao Yijian said coldly.
When he mentioned Zhao Feng, his sword suddenly fired five different blows. The strength he used would even shock true martial artists.
“Yijian’er, your eyesight is limited. Do not just think about the outer disciples.” The middle aged man shook his head, “Your true opponents are inner disciples! With your strength, you can easily make in into the top twenty, but you will be making me blush if you could make it to the top ten.”
“Yes, father! I am seventy percent sure that I can make the top ten.” Zhao Yijian was very confident as he said this.
In another building in the Zhao sect.
“Yufei, the preliminaries are starting tomorrow. How confident are you?” A one-armed old man said as he smiled.
“Do not worry grandfather, I have complete confidence that no one amongst the outer disciples are my match.” Zhao Yufei face gave a warm glow as she smiled.
“You need only worry about Zhao Yijian. As for Zhao Yue, his forte is defense so he should not be able to threaten you.” The one-armed old man analysed.
“Zhao Yijian? Maybe.” Zhao Yufei felt incredible.
Being one of the sect’s geniuses, there was no one who could enter her eyes. However, she did not know why that youth kept appearing in her mind…..
That person was not even ranked in the top ten amongst the outer disciples……
“Also, if you enter the finals and meet Zhao Linlong, who is ranked first, do not be stubborn. After all, he is the most powerful one amongst the Zhao sect’s youths.” The old man warned.
At the same time, in a magnificent structure.
“Gan’er, Kun’er, both of you have to perform well in this year’s contest. Especially you Gan’er. Your strength has reached that of a quasi martial artist. With that, you should aim for the top ten.” An arrogant voice sounded.
“Yes father! With my strength, even Zhao Yue, who is ranked first amongst the outer disciples, is not my match.” Zhao Gan said casually.
Zhao Kun, who was next to him said, “Zhao Feng! I have reached the third rank now and have trained the Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake to the first six changes. I will beat you at this contest!”
Even some of the elders were anticipating this contest.
Countless of Zhao sect disciples were rubbing their palms together for tomorrow’s fight. Everyone were waiting for the chance to change their destiny………
The morning of the next day.
Just as the sky turned bright, a lot of people came into view as they gathered at the “Sky Martial Field”, an important area of the sect. Many of those who arrived were Zhao sect disciples, and a few of them had middle or high positions in the sect.
The top three outer disciples Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei had also arrived.
Even Zhao Feng was here.
This was his first time entering the Sky Martial Field.
The Sky Martial Field had ten stages, all over them had a surface area of one hundred metres. As time passed the disciples that arrived increased. However, most of them were outer disciples. There were not many inner disciples that showed up.
Zhao Feng did not find it weird as there would first be preliminaries. The preliminaries first started with the outer disciples. Fifty outer disciples would then face off against the other fifty inner disciples. The point of this was to eliminate the weak outer disciples, leaving just the elite behind.
This meant that the inner disciples did not need to enter the preliminaries. They only had to wait for the final tournament that was half a month later.”
Finally, around twenty inner disciples came into view. These inner disciples had looks of interest as they looked towards the outer disciples.
“Hehehe… There is a few, quite strong, outer disciples. I wonder how many inner disciples will be eliminated.”
“I think only the top three have a chance at becoming inner disciples.” The inner disciples discussed.
“Look! Zhao Qin, who is ranked fourth amongst the inner disciples, is here!”
The crowd went into dead silence.
She was one of the main focuses of the inner disciples. She had a clear face and a quiet attitude. As Zhao Feng inspected the girl with his left eye, he found out that she had inner strength that was weaker his own!
“Martial Artist….. This Zhao Qin has reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path!” Zhao Feng s----d in a cold breath. Although he knew that the inner disciples had incredible talent, it was higher than he expected.
If Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth, already had a cultivation of the fourth rank, then how strong would Zhao Linlong, who was ranked first, be?
“I heard that Zhao Qin’s strength is only weaker than the strength of Zhao Linlong, Zhao Han and Zhao Chi, and that it is one step below the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City.”
“First place Zhao Linlong, second place Zhao Chi, third place Zhao Han….. none of them are here!”
Zhao Yue, who was first in the outer disciples, had his expression turn ugly. It was obvious that none of them felt that it was worth watching the matches of the outer disciples
Their strength and rank had reached an unwaverable step. Maybe, they would only be seen at the final tournament.
Half an hour later, a voice sounded throughout the field, “The family sparring contest starts now! Today is the preliminaries and only the outer disciples will participate. Only fifty of the five hundred and twenty two people will proceed to the final tournament!”
EPISODE 21
Core Ranked Martial Art Skill
The voice sounded the official start of the family sparring contest.
The field went quiet.
“The first round, group elimination! The contestants will be split into ten groups, spread over the ten stages. Now we will start splitting the groups……”
Under the sect’s guidance the outer disciples were split into ten different groups
“Number 188, seventh stage!”
Zhao Feng headed towards the seventh stage.
The rule was that, in every stage, ten people would be chosen out of the fifty-ish people to proceed to the next round. For example, Zhao Feng’s group had fifty two people, and only ten of them would proceed to the next round.
Using his left eye, Zhao Feng scanned across the ten groups and realised that the group splitting was rigged. The most obvious was that the top ten disciples were all in different groups.
For example, Zhao Yue, who was first had been sent to the first group. Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei, were sent into the second and third group respectively. This meant that the top disciples would not meet too early on.
“Every group has an even spread of strong and weak disciples. This means that there will not be many youths that will advance through luck.” Zhao Feng nodded his head in agreement.
Next, Zhao Feng started to survey the ones that threatened him most.
The strongest was Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh amongstthe outer disciples. Zhao Chengang stood tall as his peak of the third rank aura spread out.
To be able to rank in the top ten amongst the outer disciples meant that they had their own forte. Zhao Feng was taken aback when he felt a familiar person in group seven. It was a beautiful figure clothed in white.
“Brother Feng.” Zhao Xue said as she looked at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng nodded in response.
“Little Xue! It is alright. Brother Yijian told me to beat up Zhao Feng and make him be unable to achieve a good result.” Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first out of the group, said as he walked towards Zhao Xue.
“You………..” Zhao Xue was going to say something but stopped herself from doing so.
She did not know why she did not want Zhao Feng to achieve a good result…..
At this time the tournament started.
“Thirteen vs Sixty-five!”
“Forty-eight vs Three hundred and fifty-five!”
“One hundred and seventy-nine vs Twenty-four!”
The judges’ voices sounded in each group.
The first few rounds ended quickly.
The judges were all from the sect and had rich experience. For those matches that were one-sided, the judges could always quickly make the correct decision.
For example, Zhao Chengang defeated his opponent in one hit.
“One hundred and eighty-eight vs Twenty four!”
It was finally Zhao Feng’s turn.
Teng!
His body swiftly landed on stage.
Twenty four was a youth who had a cultivation of the second rank. His eyes let out fear when he realised that Zhao Feng was at the third rank.
“Slamming Wind Palm!” The slightly fat youth bit his teeth together and attacked with all his might. The skill he used was at the middle rank and used speed to try and win.
“Flaming Metal Fists!” Zhao Feng casually waved his fist.
The moment he used his fist skill the expression of the judge on the seventh stage changed. This was because Zhao Feng was using a core rank martial art skill!
Peh!
As they exchanged blows they slightly fat youth was sent flying.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” The judge said.
Because Zhao Feng’s opponent was not strong he did not receive much attention.
“Hmph! This kid is so arrogant, using a core rank martial art!” The disciples below sniggered.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number sixty-six!” Soon, it was Zhao Feng’s time to go up again.
There was a rule in each group: once one lost a total of ten matches one was eliminated. The matches would not stop until there were only ten people left.
If one could win twenty matches in a row one would be promoted to the second round.
Zhao Feng’s second match was against a horse-faced youth who had a cultivation at the peak of the second rank.
“Flaming Metal Fist!” Zhao Feng did not even think as he hit the vital parts of the opponent.
Peh!
The horse-faced youth cringed as he fell head over heels onto the ground.
“He used a core rank martial art again!” The Zhao sect disciples looked on disdainfully.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!”
This was already Zhao Feng’s second victory. However, for the next two matches, Zhao Feng still used the core rank martial art.
Four wins in a row!
“This brat’s way too arrogant! Does he think he is unbeatable by using a core rank martial art?”
“Hmph! His opponents aren’t even strong! Once he faces someone of the same rank it won’t be that easy!” The disciples below sniggered.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number forty-seven!” Finally, at the fifth round, Zhao Feng’s opponent was someone of the third rank, who was also ranked in the top five in his group.
“Zhao Kui! Beat that kid!” Someone shouted. Many were already dissatisfied were Zhao Feng.
“Kid, this is as far as you go.” Zhao Kui’s muscular body stood in front. His immense strength was all compacted in his muscles. He normally just had to stand there and the second rankers would admit defeat due to the pressure.
There were a total of around sixty people who had reached the third rank amongst the outer disciples. Therefore, a third rank was considered to be powerful in the groups.
“Use all of your skills.” Zhao Feng faintly smiled, he did not put normal third rankers in his eyes.
“Hahaha…… if you’ve got guts keep on using that core rank martial art!” Zhao Kui laughed and, like a lion, pounced towards Zhao Feng.
“Lion King’s Anger!” Zhao Kui compacted all of his strength into his body. Most peak third rankers would not even face him off.
“Hehe not bad! See if you can block my move, Flaming Metal Fist!” Zhao Feng actually still used core level martial arts!
Flaming Metal Fist again? The disciples watching almost fainted.
Hu!
A loud thump sounded from the seventh stage and a scream soon followed.
Boom!
Zhao Kui’s massive body la!d on the ground, a few of his teeth were also broken.
What!? The crowd below stared at this scene.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” Even the judge felt that it was unbelievable. He again won with a core rank martial art!
Five wins in a row!
This was slapping the disciples’ faces on purpose.
“Core rank martial art…. How is this possible……….?” Zhao Kui walked off stage, his face green.
After beating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng’s matches became easier.
Five wins…… Six wins…… Seven wins in a row!
Later on, all those under the third rank admitted defeat when they saw him. The only other person with the same record as him in group seven was Zhao Chengang.
“It looks like this kid had trained the core ranked martial art to the peak level, no wonder it is so powerful. Hehe wait until you meet me, then I’ll let you have a taste of high level martial art skills……” Zhao Chengang laughed coldly.
Up to now Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang had become known as the “Duo Eagles” of the seventh stage, as they both had not lost one match yet.
Seven wins….. Eight wins…….. Nine wins…… Ten wins in a row!
“Who do you think is stronger? Zhao Feng or Zhao Chengang?”
“I think Zhao Chengang is a bit stronger, but Zhao Feng is not weak either, he is a black horse.”
They had two people with the same streak unlike the other groups where there was just a single dominant figure.
For example, all the opponents Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian faced, they all admitted defeat.
Zhao Yijian’s strength was too powerful. Every move he took could kill his opponent. Only group seven had the “Duo Eagles” title. Many were excited and looked forward to the clash between Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang.
In Zhao Feng’s twelfth match, he met a familiar person.
It was Zhao Xue!
This was an awkward opponent.
“Little Xue, admit defeat.” Zhao Feng said calmly.
Zhao Xue had barely managed to reach the peak of the second rank, she obviously wasn’t his match.
Even Zhao Yijian, who was in group two, looked over to see what was going on.
“Admit defeat? Never!” Zhao Xue bit her teeth as her face turned stubborn. She would never allow herself to admit defeat in front of Zhao Feng.
When they were at Green Leaf Village, Zhao Xue had loved Zhao Feng, thinking he was the most talented youth there was. However, after entering Sun Feather City she realised that Green Leaf Village was tiny in comparison……
Being a weak woman, she could not adapt to the cruel new environment, so she made a hard decision – to climb onto Zhao Yijian who was ranked third. Zhao Xue would never allow herself to admit defeat to her first love that she then threw away.
“Fine!” Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.
“Floating Wind Hand!” Zhao Xue was like a wind that merged into that palm and came straight towards Zhao Feng’s head. [Floating Wind Hand] was a martial art skill at the peak of the middle rank and was suitable for women as it used softness to break hardness.
In terms of martial art skill rank, [Floating Wind Hand] was the same as as [Angry Dragon Fists], but it could restrain the latter from using its fullest potential, like how it could restrain [Flaming Metal Fists] as well.
“Flaming Metal Fist!” Zhao Feng did not move and simply threw out a punch.
Pah!
The fist and palm intertwined together.
Suddenly Zhao Xue groaned and started to fall.
Ai!
Zhao Feng gently sighed and tried to help Zhao Xue stabilize. After all….. They had grown up together and he could not bear to see her being injured.
“Pointed Wind Finger!” The moment Zhao Feng held Zhao Xue, the latter’s eyes flashed coldly and her jade-like fingers sliced at Zhao Feng’s chest.
This scene caused many disciples to scream in fear. At such a close distance, Zhao Feng could not dodge at all.
“Hmph!” Zhao Feng expression turned angry and his body suddenly burst with power, sending Zhao Xue flying.
Plop!
Zhao Xue screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood as she landed on the ground.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins.” The judge said while looking disdainfully at Zhao Xue. It was obvious Zhao Xue’s actions did not please him.
“Xue’er!” Zhao Yijian came running over.
Zhao Feng coldly walked down the stage. He never thought that Zhao Xue would attack him under those conditions.
“Kid….. we’ll meet later on! I’ll give you a personal experience of shame!” Zhao Yijian coldly said.
“I’ll be waiting.” Zhao Feng turned and left without bothering to look at Zhao Xue.
He then heard Zhao Xue say in the background, “Brother Jian you have got to take revenge for me…..”
After beating Zhao Xue, Zhao Feng had won twelve matches.
Twelve wins….. Thirteen wins…… Fourteen wins in a row!
Zhao Feng’s record steadily increased.
His core ranked fist skill wiped out everyone at the seventh stage. Only “Zhao Chengang” in the seventh stage had the same record as him.
“There are still six matches left until I can enter the next round.”
However, at the fifteenth round, Zhao Feng met Zhao Chengang who was ranked first in the group. The Duo Eagles were now facing each other! The atmosphere had reached a c----x on the seventh stage!
“They are finally meeting each other!” The disciples of the seventh stage let out a deep breath as they became excited. Even some of the contestants from the other stages looked anticipatedly over at the seventh stage.
The judge of the seventh stage let out a smile.
“Kid, I’ve finally met you. If you’ve got skill then keep using your core rankfist skill.” Zhao Chengang licked his lips as his eyes showed a tinge of playfulness.
In terms of strength Zhao Chengang was ranked in the top ten amongst the outer disciples and had learnt high ranked martial arts, which were three ranks higher than core rank martial arts.
“Why not? I will keep on using my core rank fist skill.” Zhao Feng said calmly.
What! He is still going to use the core rank fist skill? The crowd was filled of cold breaths.
“Did this kid eat the wrong medicine?”
“Way too arrogant! Does he think that, just by using a core rank fist skill alone, he can beat the whole group?”
“Still….. Still using a core rank fist skill?”
The judge’s face twitched. Even from the judge’s point of view, he thought that Zhao Feng was being way too arrogant!
Being the opponent, Zhao Chengang’s smile froze, it was as if he had been slapped…….
Being the opponent, Zhao Chengang’s smile froze, it was as if he had been slapped…….0
☆☆☆☆☆
Max level
Obviously, Zhao Feng’s words caused an outrage. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.
“Hmph! This guy is way too arrogant.”
“Zhao Chengang! Take him down!”
The disturbance caused others to look over.
“Core rank martial art? That is a bit interesting.” A quiet girl smiled as she looked on interestingly. She was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth amongst the inner disciples.
Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to enter the preliminaries. With her cultivation she could beat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue their difference was to big.
“Fine…. Fine…. Fine! I will see….. how strong your core ranked martial art is!” Zhao Chengang’s face was deadly. The opponent’s performance was slapping his face!
“Flowing Wind Fist!” Zhao Chengang pushed down his anger and used the high rank skill Flowing Wind Fist.
This fist skill used strength and speed to overpower the opponent. Its attack was like a raging storm.
Zhao Chengang’s strength was well within the crowd’s expectations. His power was approaching that of a Quasi Martial Artist and did not disappoint. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing the outer disciples ranked seventh, would he still use core rank martial arts?
Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.
“Flaming Metal Fist!” The simple punch gave off a red glow.
It was core martial arts again!
“It is Flaming Metal Fist again!”
“He is still using core rank martial arts?” The Zhao sect disciples were shocked. A lot of them had thought that Zhao Feng was just joking, and that he wasn’t going to do it.
However, the truth was, he was even crazier than expected!
“Kid, fall!” Zhao Chengang’s eyes looked as they could spit out fire as his two fists came crushing towards Zhao Feng. The power contained inside his fists made many Zhao sect disciples shout out.
“Normal third rank cultivators won’t even be able to take this one punches.”
“Not bad, Flowing Wind Fists has reached the low level, it is obvious that he has trained hard!” Even some of the older generation nodded their head.
Peh!
The two figures clashed together, fist against fist.
“Go down!” Zhao Chengang pushed his Flowing Wind Fist to the max. If he used a high rank martial art and couldn’t take down Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how would he be able to get a foot in amongst the top ten outer disciples?
“Open!” Zhao Feng was calm. His fists seemed to be alive and easily blocked Zhao Chengang’s fist.
Boom!
The burn on Zhao Chengang’s fist made his fist go numb as hewas pushed back two steps, while Zhao Feng only trembled but did not move.
“……. How is this possible?” Zhao Chengang was shocked. He had thought that he could take down Zhao Feng in one punch, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!
“What is going on!” The Zhao sect disciple around paused.
“I do not believe it…… it was an accident! It accidentally hit the weakness of my move.” Zhao Chengang howled as he again pounced towards using Flowing Wind Fist.
Pah!
Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were even, Zhao Chengang was being constrained.
“It really is a core martial art skill….. How did he do that?”
“How can a core rank martial art gain the upper hand while facing a high rank martial art?”
The Zhao sect disciples were confused.
One move…. Two moves…. Three moves…..
Every time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.
When two people of the same rank fought it was normal to have one side gain the upper hand. However, using a core rank martial art while fighting against a high rank martial art was unheard of.
What was going on?
Zhao Chengang turned crazy as he used all of his power.
Many looked towards the judge and the older generation of the sect.
“Zhao Feng’s battle conscience and skill far surpasses Zhao Chengang’s.” The judge said uncertainly. His analysis didn’t satisfy the people.
“Hehe, this kid has trained a core ranked skill to the ‘max level’.” An old voice sounded from the centre of the crowd. It was an old man who had a white beard. It was this contest’s main judge.
Max level?
A few judges quickly nodded their heads. Everyone knew that the higher the skill level, the more damage was dealt. However, this was not the case for everything!
For example, when one trained a low rank martial art to the high level, and another trained a high rank skill to the low level, the high rank martial art would not be as powerful as the low rank martial art.
Normally, the levels were: Beginner, low, high and peak level.
Peak level meant that it had reached ninety percent or higher.
Normally, someone training a martial art to the peak level was already very rare. However, peak level did not mean that it was the limit. Above peak level was the max level!
Max level meant that the skill had been trained to at least ninety-nine percent of its fullest potential. It could be said that it was ‘perfect’.
“Although it seems like there is a small difference between the max level and the peak level, the gap is insanely huge! The difference is even bigger than the difference between the low level and the high level!” The main judge smiled faintly.
“But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight on par against Zhao Chengang.” One martial artist still did not understand.
After all, high ranked martial art skills were three levels higher than core ranked martial art skills, and Zhao Chengang had trained the high rank martial art to the low level.
“You are right! The max level of a core rank martial art can barely fight on par with the low level of a high rank martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Feng’s body strength, reaction speed, battle conscience etc all far exceeds that of Zhao Chengang’s.”
The main judge praised. Through his explanation the crowd now fully understood.
Just at this moment, the battle on the seventh stage was changing.
“Zhao Feng’s starting to attack now!”
“Oh my god! What a fast speed!”
Peh! Pah! Beng…..
The audience’s eyes were attracted by the seventh stage, only to see Zhao Feng’s defense turn into offense. His fists had already surpassed the realm of what Flaming Metal Fists could achieve.
His speed, power, all struck at the opponent’s weaknesses. Zhao Chengang, who was in a frenzied state, instantly fumbled and got hit by one of Zhao Feng’s punches.
Pah—
Zhao Chengang gave a scream as his shoulder was ripped out of its socket.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” The judge of the seventh said as he let out a breath.
Hua!
The seventh group went into an uproar.
“Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang by only using a core ranked martial art!”
“Unbelievable! Zhao Chengang was ranked first in the group…….”
Zhao Feng won had won his fifteenth match. This meant that he was now the strongest in group seven.
At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei all looked over.
“Max level? When the martial artist held the lecture, I felt all the moves of Flaming Metal Fist disappear from my mind….. This is probably why.” Zhao Feng understood.
When he came back from the lecture he felt that his core ranked martial art had reached a peak, where it could fight against quasi martial artists. And Zhao Chengang’s strength had only barely reached that of a quasi martial artist.
“Not bad. It looks like the outer disciples have a black horse.” The main judge smiled.
“Core rank martial art…. Although he has trained it to the max level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core ranked martial arts are just core ranked!” A middle-aged man faintly smiled.
“Oh?” The main judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian’s father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced towards Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.
“True…. The potential of core ranked martial arts are limited…. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train it to the max level, which means that he would not have much time left to train in other skills….. So unfortunate.” As the main judge spoke up to here, he shook his head.
“Hmph! Max level of a core ranked martial art?” Zhao Yijian looked mockingly at Zhao Feng. In his eyes, core ranked martial arts were rubbish.
The white-clothed girl looked shockingly at Zhao Feng, “Brother Yijian, you have got to beat him.”
“Xue’er, it is fine. I only need three to ten moves at most! But I won’t let him off the hook that easily, I am also going to humiliate him.” Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was very loud so many of the people present heard it.
At this time, Zhao Feng’s eyes landed upon them.
Their four eyes met. While Zhao Yijian’s eyes were cold, Zhao Feng had a faint smile on.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number two hundred and thirty-three!”
The group contest still continued.
After Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang he had no more opponents that were his match on the seventh stage.
Sixteen wins….. Seventeen wins….. Eighteen wins……
Most of the people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they were finished in one fist.
“It is too disgraceful to lose against a core ranked martial art!”
The Zhao sect disciples looked at Zhao Feng like he had a disease.
Eighteen wins…. Nineteen wins…… Twenty wins in a row!
Finally Zhao Feng won twenty matches in a row, allowing him to proceed to the next round!
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