Zhao Feng's words caused an uproar.
Especially the disciples of the Zhao Clan in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.
"How dare he! This guy is too arrogant! "
"Zhao Chengang, beat him up!"
The commotion attracted the attention of the disciples of the other groups.
"Fundamental martial arts? Interesting. "
Among the spectators, there was a graceful and quiet girl. She smiled, showing a trace of interest.
The one who spoke was Zhao Qin, ranked fourth among the inner disciples.
As an inner disciple, Zhao Qin didn't need to participate in the preliminaries, and her cultivation level was enough to show disdain to all the disciples. Even Zhao Yue, ranked first among the outer disciples, was a level lower than her.
"Good! Fundamental martial arts … I'd like to see it! "
Zhao Chengang's face was pale, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.
His opponent's performance was a complete insult and disregard for the first place in his group.
"Flowing Wind Fist!"
The anger under Zhao Chengang's gloomy face burst out along with the fist that was as fast as wind and thunder.
As soon as he made his move, he used the advanced martial art "Flowing Wind Fist."
This set of fist art suppressed people with speed and momentum. When it was mastered, it could sweep away the autumn wind and leaves, and its attacks were like a storm.
The power of Zhao Chengang's moves was completely within everyone's expectations. His strength was close to that of a Prospective Martial Artist, and he lived up to his reputation as the first in the group and the seventh outer disciple.
However, most people paid attention to Zhao Feng.
Facing the seventh outer disciple and the first in the group, would Zhao Feng still use the fundamental martial arts?
Zhao Feng was as calm and collected as ever. He used his own actions to explain everything.
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
The simple and unadorned punch was like a ball of fiery light, displaying the endless passion of life. It was perfect, as if it was made by the heavens.
Another fundamental martial arts!
In the Sky Martial Field, many disciples of the Zhao Clan were attracted by Zhao Feng's movements.
"Flaming Metal Fist again!"
"He's still using basic boxing techniques?"
Some members of the Zhao Clan were dumbfounded, their faces full of astonishment.
Many people thought that Zhao Feng was only saying it verbally and did not dare to be so arrogant in reality.
The reality was even crazier than they had imagined!
"Brat, how arrogant. Get down —"
Zhao Chengang's eyes were almost spitting fire. His fists were like a meteor storm, and his momentum was like thunder, causing the surrounding air to faintly suffocate.
The power of that punch made many members of the Zhao Clan cheer.
"I'm afraid a normal third rank Martial Path cultivator can't take this punch."
"Not bad. You've mastered Flowing Wind Fist, and you've grasped some of its essence!"
Even some of the clan elders nodded in agreement.
Bang bang bang —
Two figures approached each other in the blink of an eye, and their fists collided.
"Get down!"
Zhao Chengang's eyes were bloodshot. He poured in all his strength and pushed Flowing Wind Fist to its limit.
If he couldn't take down Zhao Feng in two or three moves, how would he be able to stand in the top ten outer disciples?
"Open!"
Zhao Feng's eyes were calm and steady. His punch seemed to have a mind of its own. It was like a burning flame in the air, and at a subtle moment, it blocked Zhao Chengang's punch.
Bang bang!
Zhao Chengang's body shook, and a strong aura made his fist go numb. He lost control of his body and took two steps back.
As for his opponent, Zhao Feng's body only slightly swayed.
"This … How is this possible!"
Zhao Chengang's face was full of shock and disbelief.
He thought that his punch would be able to take down Zhao Feng, but it was easily repelled by his opponent.
"What's going on?"
The members of the Zhao Clan near Tournament Ring # 7 were stunned.
"I don't believe it … It must have been a coincidence! That kid hit the weak point of my move by accident. "
Zhao Chengang roared in anger. He once again activated Flowing Wind Fist and lunged at Zhao Feng.
"Flame Steel Fourth Move!"
Zhao Feng was calm and composed, and he was still using the fundamental boxing technique.
Bang bang!
The two clashed again. Under the head-on collision, Zhao Chengang was pushed back again.
Although the outcome of the two face-to-face confrontations was not decided, Zhao Chengang was faintly being suppressed.
"It's really the fundamental boxing technique … How did he do it?"
Some of the disciples who were watching the battle were stunned, and they didn't know what to do.
"How can a fundamental boxing technique be able to fight against a high ranked martial art and gain the upper hand?"
Many of the Zhao Clan's disciples were confused.
One move … Two moves … Three moves …
Zhao Chengang was repeatedly pushed back by Zhao Feng.
Both of them were at the same level, so it was normal for them to have their advantages and disadvantages.
However, it was shocking to hear that a fundamental boxing technique could suppress a high ranked martial art.
What was going on?
Zhao Chengang looked like he had gone crazy, and he attacked hysterically.
Therefore, many people looked at the judges and some of the elders in the spectator stands.
"Zhao Feng's battle awareness and combat skills are far better than Zhao Chengang's, and he is calm enough."
One of the judges said uncertainly.
His analysis was obviously not satisfactory.
"Haha, this kid actually cultivated a set of Basic Fist Technique to the Perfection Stage."
An old voice came from the center of the spectator stands.
The speaker was an old man with a white beard, and he was the head judge of the preliminaries.
Perfection?
Some of the judges nodded, and they immediately understood.
It was common knowledge that the higher the level of a martial art, the more powerful it would be.
However, this was not absolute!
Martial arts were divided into high and low levels, but different people cultivated them and had different levels of attainment.
For example, one person had mastered a low ranked martial art to great success, while the other person had just mastered a high ranked martial art. In this way, the person who mastered a high ranked martial art would not be a match for the person who mastered a low ranked martial art.
Normally, martial arts that could increase one's power were divided into four realms: Beginner, Small Success, Great Success, and Peak.
The Peak Success was ninety percent mastery.
It was rare for a normal person to master a martial art to the Peak Success.
However, the Peak Success did not mean that it was the highest.
Above this, there was the even higher realm of perfection.
The so-called Perfection was at least ninety-nine percent mastery, and it was even close to perfection.
"Although the difference between the Perfection and the Peak Success seems small, the former is to master a set of martial arts to perfection, to return to its original state, and even to break away from the shackles of martial arts. Therefore, the difference between the Perfection and the Peak Success is even bigger than the difference between Small Success and Great Success! "
The head judge said with a smile.
"Even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight to a draw with Zhao Chengang."
A martial artist next to him still did not understand.
After all, a high ranked martial art was three levels higher than a fundamental one, and Zhao Chengang had mastered a high ranked martial art to the Small Success.
"That's right! A fundamental fist technique at the Perfection level could barely fight to a draw with a high ranked martial art at the Small Success level. However, as you can see, Zhao Feng's Qi and blood strength, reflexes, mentality, and battle awareness are all better than Zhao Chengang's. He is indeed a talent with potential. "
The head judge said with a hint of admiration.
After hearing his explanation, the crowd finally understood.
Right at this moment, a change occurred in the situation on Arena No.7.
"Zhao Feng is starting to fight back!"
"Oh my god! He is so fast! "
Everyone's attention was attracted by the Tournament Ring # 7.
Bang! Pak! Bang …
Zhao Feng changed from defense to offense. His punches were unconstrained, and it seemed to have surpassed the limits of the Flaming Metal Fist.
His attacks, speed, and power were flawless, and he always hit the opponent's vitals.
Zhao Chengang, who was originally furious, suddenly became flustered. In a moment of distraction, he took a punch from Zhao Feng.
Pak — —
Zhao Chengang's shoulder was hit, and he screamed in pain. His joints were dislocated, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Number 188, Zhao Feng wins!"
The judge of Tournament Ring # 7 let out a long breath, and his eyes were still filled with surprise.
Wow!
The disciples of Zhao Clan in group seven were shocked.
"Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang, and he used fundamental fist techniques!"
"I can't believe it! Zhao Chengang is number one in the group … "
Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang in a row, and he won 15 times in a row.
This also meant that he became the number one in group seven.
Such a victory made him the focus of the outer disciples for the first time.
At this moment, the number one Zhao Yue, the top three Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Qian all looked at Zhao Feng.
"Complete Mastery? Last time when the instructor was teaching, I felt that the moves of the Flaming Metal Fist had completely disappeared from my mind … This is probably the reason. "
Zhao Feng understood.
Ever since he came back from the class, he felt that his fundamental fist techniques had reached a whole new level, and he estimated that he could fight against a Prospective Martial Artist.
And Zhao Chengang's strength was barely close to a Prospective Martial Artist.
"Not bad, among the outer disciples, there is a dark horse."
The head judge smiled.
"Mastery of the fundamental fist techniques to the Complete Mastery is indeed unexpected. But … he met my son, Zhao Yijian, and he could only suffer a crushing defeat. Fundamental Martial Arts are, after all, only the basics! "
A middle-aged martial artist beside him smiled lightly.
"Oh?"
The head judge's face showed a trace of interest, and he looked at the middle-aged martial artist who spoke.
The middle-aged martial artist was Zhao Yijian's father.
The middle-aged martial artist smiled and did not reply. His gaze fell on Zhao Yijian in group two, and he looked very confident.
"That's right, the potential of fundamental martial arts is limited. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of effort to master the fundamental fist techniques to the Complete Mastery, and he did not have the time to master other high level martial arts … What a pity. "
The head judge could not help but shake his head at the end of his sentence.
"Hmph! Perfect Mastery? Fundamental Martial Arts? "
Zhao Yijian from the second team had a mocking expression on his face.
In his eyes, fundamental martial arts were not worth mentioning, even if they were mastered to the Complete Mastery.
The snow-robed girl beside him looked at Zhao Feng, and her bright eyes dimmed. She bit her lips and said in a low voice, "Brother Jian, you must defeat him."
"Xue Er, don't worry. I will defeat him in at least three moves, and at most ten moves! But I don't want to let him go so easily. I will definitely humiliate him when the time comes. "
Zhao Yijian said confidently.
His voice was very loud, and many people in the crowd heard it.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's gaze fell on them.
The two of them looked at each other. Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold, and his face was gloomy.
Zhao Feng's face was calm, and he had a faint smile on his face.
"Number 188 versus number 233!"
The group competition was still ongoing.
After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chenfeng, he had no opponents in the Tournament Ring Seven.
Sixteen consecutive wins … seventeen consecutive wins … eighteen consecutive wins …
Most of Zhao Feng's opponents admitted defeat, and even if they fought, they were defeated by one fundamental fist technique.
"Losing to a fundamental fist technique is too embarrassing!"
The disciples of Zhao Clan in group seven saw Zhao Feng as a plague, and they kept a respectful distance from him.
Eighteen consecutive wins … nineteen consecutive wins … twenty consecutive wins!
Finally, Zhao Feng won twenty consecutive wins, and he successfully advanced out of the group competition!
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