With just one move, the difference between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became apparent.
Zhao Guang finally stabilized himself. He panicked and breathed heavily, unable to believe what he had just seen.
Zhao Feng smiled calmly. He did not take advantage of the situation to attack. He had absolute confidence in his speed. Even a martial artist of the fourth rank of the Martial Path might not be able to beat him.
In an instant, the battle between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became the focal point of all ten arenas.
After a short period of commotion, the crowd gradually calmed down.
"His speed is even faster than Zhao Guang's!"
Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei, who were ranked in the top three, were shocked.
"What a mysterious movement technique!"
On the viewing platform, some of the elders were also shocked.
"His movement technique is somewhat familiar."
The head judge muttered to himself.
"He is practising Lightly Floating Ferry! There's no mistaking it! "
On the viewing platform, a martial artist took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complicated expression.
As it turned out, this clan's martial artist had also practiced the 'Lightly Floating Ferry' movement technique before.
However, Lightly Floating Ferry was too difficult, and it was incomplete. That was why he had given up after one or two years. His level of attainment was far below that of Zhao Feng.
"So it's Lightly Floating Ferry!"
Some of the elders in the spectator stands came to a realization.
"To be able to train Lightly Floating Ferry to such a level, he must be very perceptive. It's a pity..."
Some of the elders shook their heads regretfully after they exclaimed in admiration.
Even though Lightly Floating Ferry was a high level martial art, it was still incomplete. Its potential was limited.
"Zhao Feng is making his move!"
Another wave of exclamations came from the crowd.
Zhao Feng took the initiative to attack. His body was like a floating leaf, his speed terrifying.
Zhao Guang tried his best, but he could not dodge Zhao Feng's attack. He could only take it head-on.
Raging Dragon Fifth Move!
Zhao Feng was using Raging Dragon Fists. It was well known among the intermediate level martial arts, and many people could recognize it.
Bang! Pa! Chi … …
Zhao Feng's Qi and blood surged like a long river, as if he had transformed into a raging dragon. His punches were accompanied by a deep roar, and his aura was astonishing.
Zhao Guang felt a deep sense of pressure. The other party's Qi, blood, and explosive power made it hard for him to breathe.
With every punch, he took a step back, and even his internal organs were shaken.
He was completely suppressed by Zhao Feng and had no strength to resist.
In terms of speed, Zhao Feng easily beat him. In terms of martial arts power, Zhao Feng was also slightly better than him.
Wow!
After the eighth punch, Zhao Guang spat out a mouthful of blood and admitted defeat.
Zhao Guang, who was ranked fifth, was defeated in less than ten moves.
Many people in the audience were dumbfounded.
Even though he knew that Zhao Feng was strong enough to challenge the top five, the result was far more shocking than he had expected.
Zhao Feng's performance was not inferior to Zhao Yue and the others who were ranked in the top three.
"This kid's comprehension is shocking. Not only did he train the Basic Fist Technique to perfection, he even trained the Angry Dragon Fist to its peak."
"Even without Lightly Floating Ferry, with his peak mid-grade martial arts, his strength is still slightly better than Zhao Guang's."
The elders and upper echelon in the spectator stands were knowledgeable. They were shocked and impressed by Zhao Feng's performance.
On the Sky Martial Field, the ten dueling platforms were still in progress.
After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, his momentum was close to that of Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.
At this point in the competition, there were only four people who had a perfect winning record: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.
Suddenly, these four people became the "top four" of the Sky Martial Field and were extremely popular.
"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng! "
Amidst the loud cheers, Zhao Feng stepped onto the dueling platform again and again.
Every time he stepped onto the platform, most of his opponents admitted defeat or finished him off in two or three moves.
During this time, Zhao Feng even met Zhao Kun.
"I admit defeat!"
Zhao Kun clenched his teeth. He wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Based on the current situation, Zhao Feng's strength and popularity had surpassed his brother, Zhao Qian. He did not dare to embarrass himself anymore.
The "top four" maintained a perfect winning record and advanced together.
Many people were looking forward to the "top four" meeting.
Finally, at the 60th win streak, the first ranked Zhao Yue and the second ranked Zhao Yijian met.
Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!
Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!
…
Cheers erupted from the spectator stands. Many people were extremely excited.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, who were not in the top four, also showed their interest.
"Zhao Yue! After our defeat half a year ago, we finally meet again. "
Zhao Yijian took a deep breath. His eyes were full of confidence and fighting spirit.
Among the outer circle of the family, Zhao Yue kept a low profile. He trained hard, but his foundation was the most stable. He had always been number one.
"Make your move. Let's see if your Cold Flowing Sword or my Iron Shield is stronger."
Zhao Yue's voice was steady and powerful. He was taller than Zhao Yijian.
Swoosh!
Zhao Yijian drew his sword out of its sheath. The cold light sliced through the air, forming a flickering cold current. It was shockingly fast and cold.
As soon as the Cold Flowing Sword was used, the air seemed to freeze. Even the spectators felt a strange chill.
"Iron Shield Palm!"
Zhao Yue's body was like a mountain, and his palm was like steel. He threw out a punch. The air howled, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
Clang!
In the blink of an eye, the sword and the palm clashed. An ear-piercing sound shook the eardrums.
The moment the two clashed, Zhao Yijian's body swayed. He took two steps back and then turned around, his sword piercing towards Zhao Yue's lower body.
"These two, one is steady and solid, the other is unconventional."
Zhao Feng watched silently.
Without a doubt, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian's strength could suppress a normal martial artist.
If he had not cultivated inner strength, Zhao Feng would not be able to break through Zhao Yue's defense. He would not be able to block Zhao Yijian's terrifying attack with his bare fists.
Clang, clang, bang …
The battle between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian reached its climax.
Zhao Yijian's sword attacks became faster and faster. The cold air and the sword light intertwined and enveloped Zhao Yue's body.
Zhao Yue was neither fast nor slow. He took a deep breath and blocked all of Zhao Yijian's attacks.
This was because he had cultivated a high-ranked body training martial art, Iron Dipper Body. If it was a normal martial path third rank, he wouldn't even be able to block a single sword from the opponent.
"Zhao Yue's foundation is stable, his meridians are long, and he is good at defense. If Zhao Yijian cannot win in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, then there is no doubt who will win."
The head judge said calmly.
"Hehe, half a cup of tea? It won't take that long. "
The middle-aged martial artist, who was Zhao Yijian's father, smiled confidently.
"Oh?"
The head judge and the others were slightly surprised.
At this moment, the situation changed.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yijian's hand danced in an arc of cold air, and the air was filled with the howling of a cold winter wind. The bone-chilling coldness and dense sharpness intertwined.
Clang!
Zhao Yue let out a groan. His steel-like arm was cut open, and he was forced to retreat.
"How can my Iron Dipper Body be broken …"
Zhao Yue's face was slightly pale.
Iron Dipper Body was a defensive martial art that strengthened the body. After practicing it, one's skin and flesh would be like iron, and one's strength would be shocking.
Coupled with the high-ranked martial art Iron Luo Fist, his defense and strength would reach a limit. He believed that no one under the fourth rank of the Martial Path would be able to break through his defense.
"High ranked martial art, large success!"
The judge on the stage exclaimed.
High ranked martial art, large success?
The nearby disciples of the Zhao Clan sucked in a breath of cold air.
Everyone knew that there were small success and large success in martial arts.
It was not easy to train a high ranked martial art to small success, and it was even more difficult to train it to large success.
However, if a high ranked martial art could be trained to large success, its power would increase by more than 50%.
Cold Flowing Sword was a high ranked martial art that had terrifying attacks. Once it was trained to small success, one would be comparable to a quasi martial artist at the third rank of the Martial Path. If it was trained to large success, it would be far more powerful than a quasi martial artist, and it could even threaten a real martial artist.
"High ranked martial art, so that's how it is! Congratulations … Zhao Tianjian, for having such a talented son. "
The head judge smiled at the middle-aged martial artist beside him.
Zhao Tianjian was Zhao Yijian's father.
"Thank you, elder!"
Zhao Tianjian was flattered. The head judge was an elder of the clan, and even he, as a martial artist, had to respect him.
On the stage.
"Cold Flowing Sword!"
Zhao Yijian took advantage of the situation to chase after Zhao Yue. His treasured sword moved at an even faster speed, and with the Cold Flowing Sword, he forced Zhao Yue into a dangerous situation.
Puff!
The clothes in front of Zhao Yue's chest were torn, and blood spurted out as he retreated.
"Zhao Yijian wins!"
The head judge decisively announced the winner.
"High ranked martial art at large success, and it is the Cold Flowing Sword that specializes in speed. I have no regrets losing."
Zhao Yue let out a long sigh, and his eyes dimmed as he walked off the stage.
After defeating Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian's popularity was unstoppable.
"Zhao Yijian!"
"Zhao Yijian!"
The cheers from below the stage continued, attracting the admiration of many youths, and the admiration of some girls.
At the moment of victory, Zhao Yijian was like the king of the outer disciples, and many outer disciples were convinced.
Zhao Yijian looked around the stage, and his gaze suddenly fell on Zhao Feng, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Brother Jian!"
Zhao Xue's face was flushed, and she was a little excited as she walked up to him.
At the moment, Zhao Yijian's powerful strength made her completely relax. There was no way that she would lose to that person.
At the same time, Zhao Xue secretly glanced at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng was expressionless, and he was unmoved.
The competition was still going on, and there were only three people left with perfect winning records: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.
However, the audience did not have much expectation and suspense anymore.
In the eyes of the audience, Zhao Yijian was already the unshakable king of the outer disciples, and even among the inner disciples, he would be ranked at the top.
"High ranked martial art at large success?"
Zhao Feng murmured in his heart, but his face was still calm.
His perfect winning record was still going on, sixty wins in a row, sixty-one wins in a row …
But in the ranking competition, it was inevitable that he would meet Zhao Yijian.
Finally, on the sixty-ninth win, Zhao Feng walked onto the stage, and he saw a cold youth in purple with straight eyebrows.
It was Zhao Yijian!
When the two met, many people's eyes were on them, and the stage was inexplicably quiet.
After all, Zhao Feng was also one of the three who had a perfect winning record.
"Zhao Feng! Don't tell me you will also admit defeat? "
Zhao Yijian had a disdainful look on his face as he sneered.
In his eyes, the only opponent in the outer disciples was Zhao Yue, and the others were just supporting characters.
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