Hu!
Zhao Feng let out a sigh of relief and sat below the stage to rest. The surrounding Zhao Clan disciples looked at him with fear and dread.
In the group stage, Zhao Feng was a dark horse. With a set of foundational martial arts, he was invincible.
Even Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh, had lost to him.
After twenty consecutive wins, Zhao Feng had already left the group stage and didn't need to compete anymore.
"I wonder how the other groups are doing."
Zhao Feng's gaze swept across the other groups.
In the preliminaries, the entire venue was split into ten groups. Each group had a top outer disciple.
Apart from Zhao Feng, the other groups also had people who won twenty consecutive wins and left the group stage.
Among them, the fastest was Zhao Yijian of the second group.
The speed of Zhao Yijian's sword was frighteningly fast. His eyes could only see a cold stream of sword light. Before his opponent could even react, the tip of the sword was already at his throat.
In terms of speed, Zhao Yijian was even faster than Zhao Yue.
"In the outer disciples tournament, only the top three, Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei, can threaten me."
Zhao Feng observed calmly.
Zhao Yue, who was ranked first, was seventeen years old and had a strong physique. His foundation was deeper than everyone else's.
"Headwind Fist!"
A disciple of the third rank of the Martial Path punched Zhao Yue. The latter's body was like a mountain and his skin was as hard as iron.
What!
The Zhao Clan disciple of the third rank of the Martial Path had a pale face and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
What a strong defense!
Zhao Feng's heart trembled.
A full force attack of the third rank of the Martial Path couldn't injure Zhao Yue at all.
It was conceivable that Zhao Yue must have cultivated a defensive martial art that strengthened his body, causing his defensive power and resistance to far exceed those of the same level.
At the very least, under normal circumstances, Zhao Feng wouldn't be able to use his body to take an attack from someone of the third rank of the Martial Path without being injured.
If Zhao Yijian's specialty was speed and powerful attacks, then Zhao Yue was the exact opposite. He was very stable and specialized in defense.
Following closely behind her was Zhao Yufei, who was ranked third. She was lithe and agile, and her beauty was otherworldly. Her cultivation technique was a combination of hardness and softness. She would often defeat her enemies in a casual manner, giving off a graceful and moving sense of beauty.
She wore a purple dress with long eyelashes and jade-like skin. Her figure was graceful like a dream and she was extremely eye-catching on the stage.
Watching Zhao Yufei's battle had a pleasing feeling to the eye.
"Who is she? At such a young age, he already has the strength of a quasi-martial artist. "
Even some of the inner disciples were attracted to Zhao Yufei.
"She's really beautiful, her temperament is extraordinary, and her talent is high. Such a beauty would be dazzling even if she entered the inner disciples. I'm afraid we won't be able to get her."
"She's still young. In another two years, she might be able to compete with the number one beauty of Sun Feather City, Qiu Mengyu."
… …
To a certain extent, Zhao Yufei's attention exceeded that of Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, who were ranked first and second.
This was mainly because of her beauty and talent.
In just a short while, there were ten people who had won twenty battles in a row in the group stage.
The first group was Zhao Yue, the second group was Zhao Yijian, the third group was Zhao Yufei, the fourth group was Zhao Qian, and the fifth group was Zhao Guang …
These names were basically the top ten of the outer disciples.
However, the only one that was different was the seventh group.
Zhao Feng was a dark horse, and he replaced Zhao Chengang in the seventh place.
Other than these ten people, there were very few people who had won twenty battles in a row.
The group stage continued, and the top ten were chosen from each group, determined by the number of battles won.
Using only one day's time, the group stage competition would select a hundred people.
These one hundred people were all the elites of the outer disciples.
However, in order to participate in the Clan Martial Meet and compete with the inner disciples, only the top fifty outer disciples would be chosen.
On the second day, the one hundred advanced disciples once again gathered at the Sky Martial Field.
After a night's rest, Zhao Feng was full of energy.
He realized that through this kind of competition, his cultivation would improve to a certain extent.
"Today we will enter the second round, the ranking competition! The one hundred of you are all the elites of the outer disciples, but in today's competition, half of you will be eliminated, and fifty will be chosen to participate in the Martial Meet. Next, the competition rules … "
A loud and clear voice resounded throughout the entire Sky Martial Field.
The one hundred people participating in the ranking competition all held their breaths, carefully listening to the competition rules.
The ranking competition used a point system. Everyone started off with one point, and with every win, one point would be added, and with every loss, one point would be deducted.
In the end, the ranking would be based on the number of points, and the top fifty would be chosen to compete with the inner disciples.
"The competition begins!"
As the host's voice fell, the judges on the ten stages began to announce the competition numbers.
"Number 144 against number 26!"
"Number 73 against number 429!"
The ten stages were not divided into groups, and the competition was carried out at the same time.
On every stage, after one round of competition ended, the next round would immediately begin, and the efficiency was extremely high.
Usually, when facing a strong opponent, many people would choose to forfeit.
For example, Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, these top disciples with unshakable strength, would directly forfeit, and save their energy for the next round of competition.
"Number 188 against number 169!"
Finally, it was Zhao Feng's turn.
His opponent was a black faced youth at the peak of the second rank of the Martial Path.
"I forfeit!"
Seeing that it was Zhao Feng, the black faced youth shuddered, and immediately forfeited.
Zhao Feng could not help but be startled.
It turned out that this black faced youth was in the same group as Zhao Feng, but they did not fight. However, he had witnessed the entire process of Zhao Feng dominating the group with his fundamental fist technique.
Just like that, Zhao Feng easily obtained the first point of the competition, and his points increased from one to two.
The efficiency of the competition was very high, and even if there was a fight, the judges had the right to decide the winner.
Not long later, it was Zhao Feng's turn for the second time.
This time, his opponent was a pretty girl in plain clothes, and she was only in the second rank of the Martial Path.
"You are very strong, and I have seen your previous battles, but I will not give up so easily."
The girl bit her lips.
Facing such a weak opponent, most people would be soft-hearted, and they would go easy on her.
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
The simple fundamental fist technique whistled like a ball of fire, and the girl was pushed back five to six meters, and fell to the ground.
Winning in one move, clean and direct!
Zhao Feng did not want to waste time, and his opponent's strength was too weak.
"I lost!"
The girl was a little disappointed, and she left quietly.
"Tsk! What's so great about bullying a weak girl! "
"I will definitely take revenge for Sister Xin when I go up!"
Zhao Feng's performance caused some of the youths to be dissatisfied.
"Number 188 wins!"
The judge looked at Zhao Feng with slight admiration.
The following battles were carried out in an orderly manner.
Zhao Feng's points continued to accumulate.
"Forfeit!"
"I give up!"
"Flaming Metal Fist!"
Most of Zhao Feng's opponents admitted defeat, and only a few of them 'stubbornly resisted', and they naturally lost on the spot.
"This kid's strength has probably reached the Quasi-Martial Path."
As the battle continued, more and more people recognized his strength.
In his free time, Zhao Feng did not forget to pay attention to Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and the others' battles.
At a certain moment.
A battle on the third stage attracted everyone's attention.
"Look! Zhao Yijian versus Zhao Qian! "
Many people exclaimed, and it attracted many people's attention.
Zhao Feng looked to the side and saw Zhao Yijian and Zhao Qian were already fighting.
The battle between the second and fourth ranked disciples naturally attracted attention.
Both of them were in the top five, and their strength was not that far apart.
"Venomous Serpent Tenth Transformation!"
Zhao Qian snorted, and like a snake, he moved nimbly on the ground, dodging a few attacks from Zhao Yijian, and kept getting closer to him.
Zhao Feng was slightly moved. After not seeing Zhao Qian for a month, his strength had increased so much, and he had trained the Thirteen Transformation of the Venomous Serpent to the tenth transformation, reaching the Quasi-Martial Path.
The current Zhao Qian's strength was comparable to 'Xin Fei' in the Sky Cloud Forest.
"You've improved a lot, but you're still my loser."
Zhao Yijian's expression was cold and arrogant, and the sword in his hand flashed, creating a cold stream of sword light.
Some of the disciples of the Zhao Clan outside the stage felt an inexplicable chill.
"High ranked martial art, Cold Flowing Sword! This is a high ranked martial art that is extremely difficult to learn, and it's known for its speed and sharpness. It's extremely difficult to deal with! "
Some people whispered.
The sword light in Zhao Yijian's hand became colder and colder, and a trace of cold trajectory was left behind, like the cold wind in winter.
Zhao Qian barely dodged a few attacks, but he was in danger, and a bloody mark was left on his body.
In his senses, wisps of cold sword wind covered his body and mind, like a shadow that wouldn't disappear.
"Zhao Yijian wins!"
The judge immediately stopped the fight and declared Zhao Yijian the winner.
At this time, Zhao Qian's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he looked at Zhao Yijian in disbelief, "How did he do it …"
In less than ten moves, Zhao Yijian defeated Zhao Qian.
"Zhao Yijian's strength has become so strong!"
Some of the disciples of the Zhao Clan were frightened.
In the past, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Qian had fought before.
But at that time, if Zhao Yijian wanted to defeat Zhao Qian, it was possible that it would take at least dozens of moves, and at most hundreds of moves.
"I'm afraid Zhao Yijian's strength can compete with Zhao Yue."
Some people guessed.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue, one was good at attacking, and the other was good at defending.
If these two met, what would the result be?
Many people were secretly looking forward to it …
The competition proceeded in an orderly manner.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue became the hot contenders for first place among the outer disciples.
Secondly, Zhao Yufei was very popular, and had not lost a single match.
Zhao Feng quietly observed all this, his expression as calm as ever.
When he had accumulated 45 points, Zhao Feng had not lost a single match.
At this time, he met a strong opponent.
It was Zhao Guang, ranked fifth among the outer disciples. His ranking was just below Zhao Qian.
Zhao Guang had also accumulated more than 40 points, and had only lost one match to Zhao Yue.
"Hehe, kid! Since you've met me, your winning streak will end here. "
Zhao Guang smiled brightly.
Many people looked at Zhao Feng with schadenfreude.
Ranked fifth, this was the strongest opponent Zhao Feng had met so far.
"Your strength is barely at the threshold of a prospective martial artist."
Zhao Feng said calmly.
"Is that so? Then I would like to see what other moves you have other than basic fist techniques. "
Zhao Guang's eyes flashed coldly.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed to Zhao Feng's side.
His figure was like a ghost, and many people felt their vision blur.
"So fast!"
"Among the top five, Zhao Guang and Zhao Yufei are the most agile."
Zhao Guang's speed was commendable.
Competing in speed?
Zhao Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.
Whoosh!
Zhao Guang's palm struck "Zhao Feng", but his target disappeared right in front of his eyes!
It was as if his palm had turned Zhao Feng into a vacuum.
Not good …
Zhao Guang had a bad feeling.
Whoosh!
Gasps came from below the stage. Many of the Zhao Clan disciples were dumbfounded.
Those with quick reflexes stared behind Zhao Guang.
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Guang felt a gust of wind coming from behind, and he was shocked.
Bam!
Zhao Guang instinctively retaliated, barely managing to block Zhao Feng's "Raging Dragon Fist". He felt an explosive force rushing towards him.
Bam —
Zhao Guang's body staggered, and he was pushed back a few meters, almost falling.
"What martial arts does he practice? His speed is even faster than mine!"
Zhao Guang's heart was in turmoil.
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