The moment the voice rang out, it signaled the start of the Clan's martial gathering.
The crowd went silent.
"First round, group stage! All participants will be divided into ten groups, and will be distributed to ten stages. Now, we will begin … … "
Under the arrangement of the Clan, the outer disciples were all distributed to different stages.
"Number 188, Tournament Ring 7!"
When Zhao Feng heard this voice, he was arranged to go to Tournament Ring 7.
The rules of the competition were that there would be around fifty people on each stage, and the top ten would be chosen to advance to the next round.
For example, the Tournament Ring 7 that Zhao Feng was in had fifty-two people.
Zhao Feng's left eye swept across the ten groups, and found that there was a rule to how the groups were distributed.
The most obvious point was that the top ten outer disciples were evenly distributed to ten groups.
For example, the first place Zhao Yue was distributed to the first group.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were distributed to the second and third groups … …
This was to prevent the stronger disciples from meeting each other too early.
"Every group will be evenly distributed to ensure that the top ten of each group will advance. There won't be too many flukes."
Zhao Feng inwardly nodded his head.
Next, Zhao Feng began to pay attention to the stronger disciples in his group.
In the seventh group, the strongest disciple was the seventh outer disciple 'Zhao Chengang'.
Zhao Chengang's figure was tall and straight, and his aura of the peak third rank of the Martial Path caused some of the disciples nearby to be intimidated.
To be able to enter the top ten outer disciples, there must be something special about him.
What surprised Zhao Feng the most was that he met someone familiar in the seventh group.
It was a charming and beautiful girl in a snow white robe, and her figure was very familiar.
"Brother Feng."
Zhao Xue forced a smile, and looked at Zhao Feng, but didn't say anything.
Zhao Feng only nodded his head in response.
"Little Xue! Don't worry. With Brother Jian's order, I'll definitely teach Zhao Feng a good lesson. It's best if I can injure him so that he won't be able to get a good ranking. "
Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first in the group, walked up to Zhao Xue and chuckled.
"You …"
Zhao Xue's eyes narrowed. She wanted to say something, but she hesitated.
She didn't know why, but there was an instinctive urge in her heart that she didn't want to see Zhao Feng get a good ranking …
At this moment, the allocation of each group began.
"No. 13 versus No. 65!"
"Number 48 versus Number 355!"
"Number 179 versus Number 24!"
…
In the arena, the referee martial artist's voice sounded out.
The first few rounds of the competition were quickly decided.
The referees were all martial artists of the clan. They were very experienced and had sharp eyes. They could quickly make a judgment on the obvious difference in strength.
For example, "Zhao Chengang", the number one in his group, could send his opponent flying with one move. There was no suspense at all.
"Number 188 vs Number 24!"
Finally, it was Zhao Feng's turn.
Teng!
With a light leap, he landed on the stage.
Number 24 was a young man in the second rank of the Martial Path. He was slightly plump, and when he saw that Zhao Feng was only in the third rank of the Martial Path, he instantly showed a trace of fear.
"Wind Splitting Palm!"
The plump young man clenched his teeth, gathered all the blood in his body, and rushed forward.
What he displayed was a type of intermediate level martial art that focused on speed and ferocity.
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
Zhao Feng casually punched out.
The moment he punched out, the referee on Tournament Ring 7 had a strange look on his face.
Because Zhao Feng used a basic fist technique!
Bang!
The fist and palm intersected. The plump young man let out a muffled groan as he was hit by Zhao Feng's punch. His figure staggered, and he directly tumbled to the ground.
"Number 188 wins!"
The referee was slightly stunned, but he quickly made a judgment.
This was Zhao Feng's first match, and he had won so easily.
Because his opponent wasn't strong, he didn't attract too much attention.
"Hmph! This kid is so arrogant, he actually used a basic fist technique! "
Some of the spectating disciples sneered.
"Number 188 against Number 66!"
After a while, it was Zhao Feng's turn for the second time.
In the group stage, there was a rule that if you lost a total of ten matches, you would be eliminated. This was because the group stage only had ten people in each group.
If you could win twenty matches in a row, you would immediately advance to the next round and leave the group stage.
Zhao Feng's second fight was against a long-faced young man in the peak second rank of the Martial Path.
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
Zhao Feng's fist didn't even need to think. It was like a fish swimming through the deep sea coral, accurately hitting the opponent's vitals.
Bang!
The long-faced young man let out a muffled groan as he was knocked to the ground by Zhao Feng's punch.
"Another basic fist technique!"
Some of the clan's disciples on the stage had displeased expressions.
The referee was slightly startled, but his face was expressionless: "Number 188 wins!"
This was Zhao Feng's second victory.
His performance attracted the attention of some of the Zhao Clan's disciples.
However, in the next two matches, Zhao Feng won both with basic fist techniques.
Four wins in a row!
"This kid is too arrogant. Does he think that he's invincible just by relying on basic fist techniques?"
"Hmph! His opponents aren't strong. It won't be so easy when he meets someone of the same level! "
Some of the disciples below the stage snorted at Zhao Feng's performance.
"Number 188 against Number 47!"
Finally, in the fifth round, Zhao Feng's opponent was a disciple in the third rank of the Martial Path, who was ranked in the top five of the group.
"Zhao Kui! Defeat that kid! "
Below the arena, someone shouted.
There were already many people who were dissatisfied with Zhao Feng.
"Kid, it's over."
Zhao Kui's tall figure stood at the front, his powerful blood essence condensed in the muscles of his limbs.
Just by standing there, he could bring great pressure to the other disciples in the second rank of the Martial Path.
There were only sixty outer disciples in the third rank of the Martial Path participating.
Therefore, every disciple in the third rank of the Martial Path was considered strong in their group.
"Show me what you've got."
Zhao Feng smiled indifferently. He didn't care about ordinary disciples in the third rank of the Martial Path.
"Hahaha … if you have the guts, then use your basic fist techniques."
Zhao Kui laughed. His figure was like a lion as he pounced towards Zhao Feng.
"Lion King's Fury!"
Zhao Kui's blood essence condensed and merged with his body, forming a terrifying impact on Zhao Feng.
Even an expert at the peak of the third rank of the Martial Path wouldn't dare to clash head-on with such power.
"Haha, not bad! Take this — Flaming Metal Fist! "
Zhao Feng's figure flashed, and he actually took the initiative to meet Zhao Kui's attack.
Flaming Metal Fist again?
Some of the disciples below the stage almost fainted.
Hu!
Zhao Feng's fist seemed to be accompanied by a blazing flame as it collided with Zhao Kui's body.
Bang — —
A heavy and oppressive bang exploded out on Arena No.7.
Then, a roar rang out.
Bam!
Zhao Kui's body that was as tall as a tiger was lying on the ground, and a few of his teeth had been broken.
What!
The disciples below the stage were dumbfounded.
"Number 188, Zhao Feng wins!"
The judge couldn't believe his eyes when he announced the result.
Another basic fist technique!
Five wins in a row!
This was undoubtedly a slap to the faces of the disciples.
"Basic fist technique … How is this possible …"
Zhao Kui walked off the stage with a livid face.
After defeating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng's next matches were even easier.
Five wins in a row … Six wins in a row … Seven wins in a row …
In the end, some of the opponents below the third rank of the Martial Path would directly admit defeat when they saw him.
In the Tournament Ring 7, the only one who had the same winning streak was Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first in the group.
"So this kid has trained his basic fist technique to the peak. No wonder he's so strong. This must be the result of training in basic fist techniques. Hmph, when you meet me, I'll let you taste the power of a high ranked martial art … "
Zhao Chengang sneered inwardly.
Up until now, Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang, who were known as the 'Two Heroes' of the Tournament Ring 7, had maintained their winning streak.
Seven wins in a row … Eight wins in a row … Nine wins in a row … Ten wins in a row …
"Who do you think is stronger, Zhao Feng or Zhao Chengang?"
"I think Zhao Chengang has a higher chance of winning, but Zhao Feng isn't weak either. He's obviously a dark horse."
The disciples near the stage discussed among themselves.
Like the other groups, they all had a strong cultivator who was invincible.
For example, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian. Their strength dominated the entire group, and most of their opponents gave up.
Especially Zhao Yijian, his strength was too terrifying. His sword could easily take someone's life, and most of his opponents gave up.
Only Group Seven had a situation where two heroes advanced side by side.
Many people were looking forward to the encounter between Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang.
In Zhao Feng's twelfth match, he met a familiar person.
That person was Zhao Xue!
She was an awkward opponent.
"Xiao Xue, admit defeat."
Zhao Feng said calmly.
Zhao Xue had just barely reached the peak of the second rank, and she definitely wasn't his opponent.
At this time, even Zhao Yijian, who was on stage two, was paying attention to the situation.
"Admit defeat? I won't! "
Zhao Xue gritted her teeth, and her delicate and beautiful face revealed a trace of stubbornness.
She wouldn't allow herself to admit defeat to Zhao Feng like this.
At that time in Greenleaf Town, Zhao Xue had always worshiped and admired Zhao Feng, and she felt that he was the most outstanding youth in the town.
However, after entering Sun Feather City's Zhao Clan, she realized that Greenleaf Town was so tiny …
As a weak girl, under the unfamiliar and cruel environment, she resolutely made a choice to climb up to Zhao Yijian who was ranked in the top three of the outer disciples.
Even though Zhao Feng had never accepted her, Zhao Xue wasn't willing to admit defeat to the choice she made.
"Alright!"
Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.
"Floating Wind Hand!"
Zhao Xue let out a delicate shout, and her slender figure was like a strand of wind as it fused into the continuous palm strike that pointed straight at Zhao Feng's temple.
Floating Wind Hand was a peak intermediate level martial technique that was suitable for females to cultivate, and it excelled in using softness to overcome hardness.
In terms of cultivation technique rank, Floating Wind Hand was comparable to Zhao Feng's Raging Dragon Fist, but it could restrain the latter, and it could similarly restrain the ferocious style of Flaming Metal Fist.
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
Zhao Feng remained unmoved, and a simple and unadorned basic fist struck out in a neither fast nor slow manner.
Bang!
A fist and a palm overlapped each other.
After that, Zhao Xue let out a delicate groan as her body became unstable, and she looked like she was about to fall.
Alas!
Zhao Feng lightly sighed, and he extended his hand to support Zhao Xue.
After all … She was a disciple of the same clan that grew up with him, and he couldn't bear to see her fall.
"Wind Point!"
Unexpectedly, the instant Zhao Xue was supported by him, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her jade finger drew out a sharp whistling sound as it pointed straight at Zhao Feng's chest.
This sudden change in scene caused all the clan disciples present to exclaim in shock.
The judge was also stunned.
At such a close distance, it was impossible for Zhao Feng to dodge the attack as he supported Zhao Xue.
"Hmph!"
A trace of anger appeared on Zhao Feng's face, and a powerful aura surged from his body. His arms and body trembled, and Zhao Xue was sent flying.
Plop!
Zhao Xue let out a shriek as she spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out of the stage. She fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
"Number 188, Zhao Feng wins."
The judge coldly announced, and at the same time, he glanced at Zhao Xue with disdain.
Obviously, Zhao Xue's previous performance made the judge feel ashamed.
"Xue-er!"
Zhao Yijian, who was on the second stage, exclaimed as he flew over.
Zhao Feng walked down the stage with a cold expression. He never expected that Zhao Xue would make a move against him under such circumstances.
"Kid … let's wait and see! When you meet me, you'll know what shame is. "
Zhao Yijian's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"I'm looking forward to it as well."
Zhao Feng turned around and left, not looking at Zhao Xue again.
He could still vaguely hear Zhao Xue's voice, "Brother Jian, you must take revenge for me …"
After defeating Zhao Xue, Zhao Feng had won twelve times in a row.
Twelve times in a row … Thirteen times in a row … Fourteen times in a row!
Zhao Feng's battle record was increasing bit by bit.
From the looks of it, he was going to sweep the Tournament Ring 7 with a set of foundational fist techniques.
In the entire Tournament Ring 7, only Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first in the group, had a similar battle record as him.
"Six more battles and I'll be able to advance to the next round."
Zhao Feng was calm throughout the entire battle.
However.
In the fifteenth round, Zhao Feng met Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first in the group.
The situation of the Tournament Ring 7, "Two Heroes Advance", had finally reached a climax!
"We've finally met!"
The disciples of the Zhao Clan in the seventh group heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. They all looked excited.
Even some of the contestants from the other groups were looking at them eagerly and expectantly.
"Interesting!"
The judge of the Tournament Ring 7 revealed a smile.
"Kid, we've finally met. If you're so good, continue to use foundational fist techniques."
Zhao Chengang licked his lips with a playful smile in his eyes.
In terms of strength, Zhao Chengang was ranked top ten among the outer disciples. What he practiced was a high-level martial art, which was three levels higher than foundational fist techniques.
If Zhao Feng still dared to use foundational fist techniques, it would be tantamount to asking for humiliation!
At this moment, the gazes of many members of the Zhao Clan were attracted to them.
"Why not? I'll continue to use foundational fist techniques. "
Zhao Feng said calmly.
"What! He's still using foundational fist techniques? "
The crowd was in an uproar, followed by more sounds of shock and gasps.
"Is this kid on the wrong side of the bed?"
"He's too arrogant! Does he really think that he can sweep the group stage with foundational fist techniques? "
…
"He's still using foundational fist techniques?"
The judge's face twitched violently.
Even from the judge's point of view, he felt that Zhao Feng was being too arrogant!
As his opponent, the smile on Zhao Chengang's face suddenly froze, as if he had been slapped hard in the face …
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