"The top outer disciple! Zhao Feng is here! "
"He is the new king of the Zhao Clan's outer disciple."
Zhao Feng's appearance caused a stir in the crowd.
"Tsk tsk, I thought he was some big shot, but he is just a half-step martial artist. Let Zhao Linlong come out. "
The youth in the straw hat said with disdain.
Among the disciples of the two families, he had the highest cultivation and prestige, but he hadn't fought yet.
On the other hand, Xin Fei's eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Feng.
"Zhao Feng! That 'Xin Fei' is the top outer disciple of the Xin family. He fought three of us and won in one move. "
Zhao Qian reminded in a low voice.
Fight three of us? Win in one move?
Zhao Feng was shocked. After all, Zhao Qian and the others were all quasi-martial artists.
"Zhao Feng, we meet again. Do you remember our promise?"
Xin Fei walked out slowly and looked at Zhao Feng.
He didn't look down on Zhao Feng because of his cultivation.
Xin Fei still hadn't forgotten what had happened in the Sky Cloud Forest. When Zhao Feng was still at the peak of the second rank, he had defeated Xin Gang, who was at the peak of the third rank, in three moves.
Half a month ago, Xin Fei had reached the fourth rank and became the top outer disciple of the Xin family.
He heard that there was a genius in the outer disciple of the Zhao family. At the age of thirteen, he had condensed his Inner Strength and became the top outer disciple.
And that genius of the Zhao Family just so happened to be called Zhao Feng.
It wasn't a coincidence that he and the youth in the straw hat came to challenge the Zhao family.
The difference was.
Xin Fei's target was Zhao Feng, who was the top outer disciple.
And the youth in the straw hat's target was Zhao Linlong, who was the top inner disciple.
"Of course I remember the promise."
Zhao Feng walked out of the crowd.
The two sides quickly emptied out a space.
The venue gradually quietened down.
Zhao Feng and Xin Fei stood several zhang apart, facing each other.
The youth in the straw hat from the Xin family was slightly surprised, "Although Xin Fei has just reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path, his strength is not to be underestimated. I can't believe he places so much importance on this kid."
"My cultivation and age are both higher than yours. I won't use my saber for the time being."
Xin Fei's face was decisive as he sheathed his saber.
"Xin Fei, I advise you to give it your all."
Zhao Feng's tone was filled with confidence.
The disciples of the two clans were shocked by his words.
Pooh!
Where did this kid get his confidence from?
The members of the Xin family snickered.
Zhao Yue, Zhao Qian, and the others were also shocked.
"Alright! As you wish. "
Xin Fei's expression became even more serious as he slowly took out his long saber.
"It's starting!"
Zhao Feng shouted as his body turned into a gust of wind. The Air Crossing Breathing Technique in his body trembled and spread throughout his body.
The spectators couldn't see Zhao Feng's movements clearly.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng's movements were light and graceful, as if his body was weightless.
Third Wind Slash!
Xin Fei's eyebrows twitched as he waved the saber in his hand. A domineering Inner Strength swept out and pierced through his skin and bones.
Poof! Poof! Poof …
In half a breath's time, Xin Fei slashed out three times with the saber in his hand. The aura from the blade shredded the leaves around him.
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng's fist was erratic, but under the support of Air Crossing Breathing Technique, his explosive power was shocking.
He easily dodged the first two slashes.
Bang!
On the third slash, Zhao Feng's fist emitted a faint green aura like the roar of a raging dragon, clashing with Xin Fei's saber.
"What a strong explosive power, and that Inner Strength, it's so strange and erratic."
Xin Fei felt his hand go numb as he took a few steps back. The saber in his hand almost fell out of his hand.
Other than that, there was an erratic Inner Strength that seeped into his body.
Teng teng teng …
Xin Fei took a few steps back before he could barely block his opponent's attack.
After suffering a loss in one move, he immediately understood the reason.
Firstly, Zhao Feng's Raging Dragon Fist's explosive power was shocking, and it was extremely pure.
Secondly, his opponent's fist seemed to be able to find the weak point of the saber.
Thirdly, Zhao Feng's Inner Strength was not any weaker than him, who was at the fourth rank of the Martial Path. In fact, it was even more profound.
The biggest reason was the third point.
As a true martial artist of the fourth rank of the Martial Path, how could his Inner Strength lose to a half-step martial artist?
Raging Dragon Seventh Move!
Zhao Feng activated his Raging Dragon Fist, chasing after his opponent.
Because Raging Dragon Fist had reached perfection, Zhao Feng's moves were even able to break free from the restrictions of his original martial arts. Especially when combined with Air Crossing Breathing Technique, this set of fist techniques was even more agile.
Six Gale Slashes!
Xin Fei's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he used his strongest move.
In that instant, the cold light from the saber swept out, and as the saber moved, streaks of light sealed off the surrounding few meters.
In such a situation, some of the spectating martial artists were all moved.
Zhao Feng understood that his opponent's move was an area-of-effect attack, trying to turn the tables and force him to retreat.
However, Zhao Feng did not retreat. He calmly dodged, closed in, and occasionally used his fist to hit the flaws of his opponent's saber.
In terms of speed, he completely surpassed Xin Fei, and his Inner Strength was also much better.
Dang!
Zhao Feng's fist hit the back of Xin Fei's saber, and he once again closed in, using his Inner Strength several times.
Xin Fei retreated, and his blood boiled.
Wah!
After seven punches, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure swayed as he retreated from the battlefield.
"Thank you."
Zhao Feng smiled, leaving behind the shocked youths of the two clans.
"So powerful! He defeated a True Martial Artist with his half-step martial artist cultivation. "
"No wonder he's the top outer disciple of the Zhao family."
… …
It was indeed not easy to defeat a True Martial Artist with his half-step martial artist cultivation.
During the battle, Zhao Feng was' restricted 'by his cultivation, so he held back his strength and Inner Strength. He also purposely didn't use Raging Dragon Fist to its fullest.
Even so, he only used around ten moves to defeat Xin Fei.
"You're brilliant, I'm impressed."
Xin Fei lost, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he looked calm.
Zhao Feng couldn't help but praise him. Xin Fei wasn't arrogant, and he didn't give up. Such a mentality was rare, and he would definitely achieve great things in the future.
"Tsk tsk! Kid, you have some skills. I, Xin Tong, would like to learn a thing or two. "
The youth in the straw hat next to Xin Fei let out a weird ear-piercing sound.
Puchi!
With a wave of his hands, the straw hat on his head and the clothes on his body flew away, revealing his muscles that were as if they were cast from iron.
Hiss!
The disciples of the Zhao sect all took in a cold breath.
Zhao Feng's left eye locked onto Xin Tong, and his eyebrows twitched.
Every inch of Xin Tong's muscles seemed as if they were made of copper and iron. They contained powerful Qi, blood, and explosive power. His Martial Path Inner Strength flowed continuously.
"Zhao Feng, watch out! He's Xin Tong, ranked third among the inner disciples of the Xin family. He has cultivated Bronze Skin and Iron Body to the fourth level, and his strength is limitless. Even swords can't hurt him … "
Zhao Qian warned.
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Xin Tong slowly walk over.
He didn't seem to gather his energy or Inner Strength, but a powerful pressure came from his body.
"I'm afraid his strength is comparable to the fourth rank of the Martial Path."
Zhao Feng felt an invisible pressure.
"Before I challenge Zhao Linlong, you can be my appetizer."
Xin Tong licked his lips.
After saying this, he walked toward Zhao Feng as if there was no one else around.
Or rather, it was more accurate to describe it as pressure.
Zhao Feng found that Xin Tong's body had many flaws, and he seemed to be very casual.
Flaming Metal Fist!
Zhao Feng quickly gathered his Inner Strength with the Air Crossing Breathing Technique and punched Xin Tong's chest.
Peng!
The punch hit Xin Tong, and the latter laughed, "That's all you've got?"
What a strong defense!
The disciples of the two clans were dumbfounded.
"Not good!"
Zhao Feng's punch didn't break through Xin Tong's defense.
Scram!
Xin Tong's roar was like thunder as he waved his arm, and a powerful Inner Strength rushed over like an iron bull.
This attack relied on brute force and Inner Strength, and it could probably challenge those of the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
Zhao Feng reacted quickly, and the Air Crossing Breathing Technique quickly gathered his Inner Strength.
Peng! Peng — —
He lightly touched Xin Tong, and he used the force to fly. He flipped a few times in the air, and landed on the ground.
"What strength, and his body, it's as strong as steel."
After Zhao Feng landed on the ground, the blood in his body moved slightly.
"Not bad, kid. Take a few more of my moves."
Xin Tong's speed was faster than expected, and he pounced at Zhao Feng. His body was like a steel fortress, pressing down.
Zhao Feng obviously wouldn't clash head on with him, so he used his speed and Inner Strength to deal with him.
Peng! Pa!
Every time they clashed, Zhao Feng's arm would go numb, and he would quickly pull away.
He knew that the biggest difference between him and Xin Tong was in physical strength and defense.
Xin Tong was a martial artist that specialized in body tempering, and his muscles were as hard as steel, and his strength far exceeded those of the same rank.
Zhao Feng's cultivation was suppressed to half-step martial artist, and he could only use sixty to seventy percent of his strength and Inner Strength, so it was naturally hard for him to fight head on.
"Hahaha … … Kid, you're too weak. Get Zhao Linlong out. Other than him, I don't care about anyone else."
After Xin Tong pushed Zhao Feng away, he stopped fighting.
Ceng!
Zhao Feng was like a feather, and he landed on the ground with a smile on his face.
Due to his advantage in speed and Inner Strength, even if Zhao Feng couldn't win, he wouldn't lose.
Xin Tong didn't want to fight with Zhao Feng, and he wanted to conserve his strength to fight with Zhao Linlong.
"Really? Other than Zhao Linlong, you don't care about anyone else? "
At this moment, an extremely cold voice came from behind.
The voice was so cold that it made people shiver.
"Who's there?"
Xin Tong roared.
Everyone's gaze turned towards the owner of the voice.
"Zhao Han!"
Some of the disciples of the Zhao Clan exclaimed.
Under everyone's gazes, a black-clothed youth slowly walked out with a cold expression.
Every step he took gave off a strange coldness and suffocating pressure.
"Zhao Han, ranked third among the inner disciples, just below Zhao Linlong and Zhao Chi."
This was the first time that Zhao Feng sized up Zhao Han.
However, when his left eye locked onto Zhao Han, he was shocked and he blurted out, "Fifth rank of the Martial Path!"
That's right, not the fourth rank of the Martial Path, but the fifth rank of the Martial Path!
"How is this possible? When did Zhao Han reach the fifth rank of the Martial Path?"
Some of the disciples of the two clans exclaimed.
"It looks like the first rank of the inner disciples of the Zhao Clan will change."
"At least I haven't heard of Zhao Linlong reaching the fifth rank of the Martial Path."
… …
Zhao Han's appearance shocked the two clans.
His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on Zhao Feng's face, he coldly said, "You are Zhao Feng?"
Eh?
Zhao Feng felt a cold pressure, and he thought to himself, "This Zhao Han knows me?"
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