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Chapter 25

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Inner Force!

Hiss!

Gasps of surprise spread to every corner of the Sky Martial Field.

The disciples of the Zhao Clan, the judge, the elders, and the elders were all shocked.

On the stage, the white bearded judge stood up excitedly, "To be able to comprehend Inner Strength at the age of fourteen, the position of a martial artist is within reach. With this kind of talent, he will definitely be the next Zhao Linlong!"

Everyone's eyes were on Zhao Feng, the new king of the outer disciples!

Zhao Feng looked at his own fist in disbelief. He could only watch as Zhao Yijian flew out, his arm broken, and his sword broken in half.

He had held back a little in his punch just now. When he broke Zhao Yijian's sword, he had forcefully retracted some of his Inner Strength.

Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's injury wouldn't just be a broken arm. At the very least, his entire arm would be crippled.

If it was a normal third rank Martial Path cultivator, his internal organs would have been shattered and he would have died on the spot.

"So this is the power of inner force …"

Zhao Feng's heart trembled.

Around the stage, some of the Zhao sect disciples were shocked and fearful.

They finally understood the difference between a Martial Disciple and a Martial Artist.

"Zhao Feng wins!"

Only now did the judge react. He gave Zhao Feng a deep glance and made his decision.

Even though he was biased towards Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.

Not only did he win, but he also shocked the outer disciples with his absolute strength!

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how unfair it was, it would not be able to stop him.

"Jian 'er!"

Zhao Tianjian roared and a cold aura surged from his body. With a swoosh, he appeared in front of Zhao Yijian.

His speed was so fast that the people around him only saw a blur.

"So fast!"

Zhao Feng estimated that Zhao Yijian's father's strength had reached the sixth rank of the Martial Path.

The sixth level of the martial dao was already the peak of the ordinary martial artist realm. One more step and he would be able to reach the level of a martial dao master.

"I lost … I actually …"

Zhao Yijian was in unbearable pain. He broke out in a cold sweat and lost all feeling in his arm.

Come quickly, Apothecary!

Zhao Tianjian roared with all his might. Looking at his son's injuries, that arm might even be crippled.

"Junior! It's just a competition, yet you're so heavy-handed. What are your intentions? "

Zhao Tianjian's face was cold, his eyes flickering with killing intent as he stared at Zhao Feng.

The terrifying aura of the sixth stage of the Martial Path, under the effect of his powerful aura and Inner Strength, formed an invisible pressure.

Zhao Feng's body swayed. His Qi, blood, and breathing seemed to freeze. Even speaking took a great deal of effort.

Fortunately, he had the inner strength of the Martial Path. He activated the light green aura in his body and used his tenacious will to resist.

Thump! Thump!

His left eye throbbed. In the pitch-black space, the spiral halo slowly extended. From the three foot nine foundation, it continued to expand, infinitely approaching four feet.

Under the unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng's energy and potential were further squeezed out.

"Great! I now have all the conditions to break through to the fourth rank of the Martial Path. "

Zhao Feng was overjoyed.

After the previous battle, he was now under pressure from Zhao Tianjian, which had actually helped him improve.

The subtle changes in his body naturally did not escape Zhao Tianjian's eyes.

This kid couldn't be left alive!

Zhao Tianjian felt a hidden sense of danger. A cold light flashed in his eyes. "Junior, you're just a branch family disciple. How dare you injure my son's arm? I'll cripple your cultivation."

Whoosh!

In a blur, Zhao Tianjian pounced on Zhao Feng.

Not good!

Zhao Feng felt a great sense of danger pressing down on him.

Fortunately, he was wary of Zhao Tianjian, and his left eye locked onto him.

In the instant that Zhao Tianjian's Qi and blood were activated, he predicted his opponent's direction of attack.

Teng!

Without thinking, Zhao Feng pushed Lightly Floating Ferry to the limit. His body leapt ten meters into the air, barely dodging the attack.

However, he understood that he only had one chance to dodge when facing a powerful martial artist of the sixth stage of the Martial Dao.

Zhao Tianjian's attack missed, and he knew that something was wrong. He roared in anger, "Die!"

He also used his body lightening technique, leaping into the air and grabbing at Zhao Feng.

"Lightly Floating Ferry!"

Zhao Feng used his second life force in midair, leaping into the air towards the higher ups of the clan.

Because he knew that Zhao Tianjian was only one of the higher ups of the clan. The elders present would definitely not allow him to do as he pleased.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng barely dodged Zhao Tianjian's attack, and floated towards the platform.

"Damn! This kid … "

Zhao Tianjian understood Zhao Feng's intentions.

"Zhao Tianjian, stop!"

A thunderous voice descended from the sky.

As the voice spoke, an extremely powerful aura came from above his head.

An elder with a white beard floated above Zhao Tianjian's head like a feather.

Not good! It was the head judge!

Zhao Tianjian felt a great deal of pressure. He was facing an elder of the clan, a master of the seventh rank of the Martial Path.

But Zhao Feng was right in front of him. His heart was filled with unwillingness, and he clenched his teeth.

"Get down!"

A majestic and angry voice came from above him.

The head judge did not come close, but a transparent white aura turned into an invisible palm and slammed down.

Pah!

Zhao Tianjian's Inner Qi dissipated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground, sprawled on the ground.

Attacking someone through the air, what a terrifying technique!

The crowd was silent. It was obvious that the head judge had trained his Inner Qi to the Transcendent Realm, and he could kill a normal martial artist with a flick of his finger.

"Elder! This Zhao Feng is ruthless, and he almost broke my son's arm. How can I let him go so easily? "

Zhao Tianjian half-knelt on the ground, filled with fear and unwillingness.

"Hmph! Who is the ruthless one here? When Zhao Feng attacked, he had already retracted part of his Inner Qi. If not, Zhao Yijian's arm would have been crippled, and his life would have been in danger. "

The white-bearded head judge's eyes were burning.

Zhao Tianjian was speechless.

"Why aren't you saving your son?!"

The white-bearded judge waved his robe, and his body floated back to the stage.

The disturbance was temporarily calmed down.

Zhao Feng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and he looked at the white-bearded head judge with gratitude.

The head judge seemed to have sensed his gaze, and he smiled gently as he nodded his head in approval.

This interlude did not affect the ranking competition.

After defeating Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng became the "King of the outer disciples".

"He actually defeated Zhao Yijian …"

Zhao Xue, who was in the corner, had a stiff expression on her face. She felt as if the world was spinning.

From extreme joy to extreme sorrow, she felt as if she had fallen from heaven to hell.

In her field of vision, that familiar figure had become the focus of everyone's attention.

Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning of the Green Leaf Village. That youth, with his identity as a genius, had stood proudly in the Zhao family, and he had become the number one person among his peers.

Now that he had reached a new starting point, Zhao Feng had become the number one person among the outer disciples of the Zhao family.

Seventy consecutive wins … seventy one consecutive wins …

Zhao Feng's battle record was being updated.

His opponents basically admitted defeat straight away.

Zhao Yue, Zhao Qian, and other strong opponents had all lost to him.

Even when facing Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng's Inner Qi could immediately break through his opponent's Iron Dipper Body.

Zhao Feng's strength was no longer that of a quasi martial artist, but a half-step martial artist!

Half-step martial artists possessed Inner Qi on the basis of a quasi martial artist. To a certain extent, there was no difference between a quasi martial artist and a quasi martial artist.

However.

In the competition, there was still an anomaly.

Zhao Yufei also maintained her perfect win record.

On Zhao Yufei's eightieth consecutive win, she met Zhao Yue, who was originally the number one outer disciple.

"Butterfly Leaf Palm!"

Zhao Yufei shouted in a tender voice. Her jade-like small hand shook, and a light green transparent aura surged out of her blood.

Crack!

Zhao Yue's Iron Dipper Body was broken once again.

"Oh my god, it's Inner Qi again!"

Exclamations came from the crowd.

No one would have thought that other than Zhao Feng, there would be a second person who had comprehended Inner Qi.

"Interesting, interesting!"

A smile appeared on the head judge's face.

Seeing that Zhao Yufei had comprehended Inner Qi, Zhao Feng's expression did not change at all.

When he was watching the competition, his left eye had already sensed the Inner Qi hidden in Zhao Yufei's blood.

That day at the martial arts field, after the Head Teacher's explanation of Inner Qi, the top few outer disciples all had comprehended it.

Among them, Zhao Feng had comprehended the most.

This was because he had the help of his left eye and the foundation of the third stage of the Air Pushing Manual.

Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to comprehend Inner Qi.

In comparison, Zhao Yufei was half a month behind him.

"It seems like the winner of the first place is still unknown."

The crowd of Zhao Clan disciples were filled with excitement and anticipation.

As they wished, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei met on their ninetieth consecutive win.

"Let's begin."

Zhao Feng's expression did not change.

Although Zhao Yufei had comprehended Inner Qi, he was not afraid.

"Although I know the difference between us, I will not give up."

A smile bloomed on Zhao Yufei's face, like a blooming lotus.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

Zhao Feng's first move was the peak level Angry Dragon Fist.

Before, the reason why he could beat Zhao Yijian up so badly was not only because of the Inner Qi.

Angry Dragon Fist was already at the peak of the intermediate level, and its explosive power was shocking. The peak level Angry Dragon Fist's power was stronger than a low level high level martial art, and was even close to a high level high level martial art.

At this time, after Zhao Feng had experienced Zhao Tianjian's pressure, his potential was stimulated, and his Angry Dragon Fist was getting closer to the peak level.

If he could train Angry Dragon Fist to the peak level, he could even win against the high level high level Cold Flowing Sword.

Bang! Pah!

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei's fists and palms clashed, and the latter kept on retreating.

As expected, in a head on clash, Zhao Yufei was not as good as Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng had comprehended Inner Qi first, so it was more powerful.

Moreover, the Inner Qi formed by Air Crossing was even more unique. It was fast, elegant, and unconstrained.

Even though Zhao Yufei had trained in a high level footwork, she could not stop Zhao Feng from moving faster with Lightly Floating Ferry.

Zhao Feng's attacks were getting faster and faster.

Zhao Yufei's breathing quickened, and her face turned red. She could not hold on any longer, and her movements became sluggish.

Good chance!

Zhao Feng's left eye immediately locked onto an opening, and his fist brushed past Zhao Yufei's shoulder.

Pah!

Zhao Yufei's body swayed, and she floated backwards. She somersaulted in the air and landed on the ground.

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Zhao Yufei's eyes were filled with gratitude, and her face was still red.

Zhao Feng had not used his full strength in that punch, or else her ending wouldn't be any better than Zhao Yijian.

"Thanks for letting me win."

Zhao Feng nodded with a smile, he admired Zhao Yufei's style.

After defeating Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng had no more opponents in the ranking competition, and all his opponents had admitted defeat.

"I admit defeat!"

"I give up!"



An hour later.

Zhao Feng had won ninety-nine times in a row, and his points were the highest.

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