On the stage.
Two Martial Disciple geniuses faced each other.
One was the 'black horse', Zhao Feng, who had swept the outer disciples, while the other was one of the top inner disciples, Zhao Han.
The crowd quietened down.
Towards this battle, no one felt that there was much suspense, but they were still excited.
Hu …
Zhao Han's face was cold, and the Inner Strength in his body started to move, emitting a strange cold pressure that created a formless cold wind in the surroundings.
Even from a few yards away, Zhao Feng felt a coldness envelop his body.
This wasn't an illusion, it was the true coldness that came from the Inner Strength in Zhao Han's body.
"What a strong Inner Strength, and it even contains a special element. It's even stronger than some peak fifth ranks."
Some of the higher ups of the Zhao Clan exclaimed.
Indeed.
The Inner Strength in Zhao Han's body was too shocking.
That day when he fought with the third ranked Xin Tong of the Xin family, Zhao Han had used this huge advantage to win in one move.
At that time, Zhao Han's strength had seeped into their hearts.
Today, Zhao Han's control over the Inner Strength had far surpassed the last time, and his aura had become even more terrifying.
"Zhao Han, this kid, had a fortuitous encounter a few months ago, and he absorbed the power of a mysterious ice shard, allowing his Inner Strength to break through."
An elder of the higher ups smiled as he explained.
"So it's like that, but fortuitous encounters can't be forced."
The elders of the higher ups nodded their heads.
The Green Flower Continent was boundless and had existed for thousands of years, leaving behind countless mysteries and ruins. The beings that lived on this continent all had fortuitous encounters, and one day they would soar into the sky.
Without a doubt, Zhao Han was one of these lucky people.
In this half a year, he had relied on his fortuitous encounters to increase his cultivation and strength, and he now had the qualifications to become first in the inner disciples.
"Zhao Feng, I'll give you three moves."
Zhao Han looked down from above, and the coldness in his voice seemed to have merged with his Inner Strength. Just a few words were enough to cause others to tremble.
Three moves?
The crowd did not think that he was arrogant. Instead, they thought that it was only natural.
After all, Zhao Han's ranking was way higher than Zhao Feng's. If he did this, he would not be criticized for bullying the weak after he won.
"Hahaha … Three moves? Zhao Han! Is that all you've got? Instead, I can give you ten moves. "
Zhao Feng let out a long laugh. He was unexpectedly domineering as he retorted sarcastically.
Ten moves!
The crowd was in an uproar. They looked at Zhao Feng as if they were looking at a monster.
Not only did Zhao Feng not want Zhao Han to let him have three moves, he even took the initiative to let him have ten moves.
This counterattack, at least in terms of momentum, was not the slightest bit weaker. In fact, it was even slightly stronger.
After the uproar, the hall returned to silence.
"He must be joking. He must have said it out of anger."
"You can't take it seriously."
Someone shook his head.
"He's going to lose anyway. What's the difference if I let him have ten moves?"
…
"Ten moves?"
Zhao Han's face turned green and his eyebrows twitched. His chest was burning with anger and his words were bone-chilling. "… You're asking to be humiliated!"
Whoosh!
Before he finished his sentence, a cold aura rose from his arms and shoulders. It was like frost in winter, giving off an oppressive coldness.
Many of the forty-eight inner disciples sitting across from him shuddered at the sight of this.
Zhao Han snorted and a layer of frost appeared on his palm. It was like a heavy ice blade as he slashed towards Zhao Feng.
With his cultivation of the fifth stage of the Martial Path and his powerful Inner Strength, Zhao Han's palm could shock anyone in the fourth stage of the Martial Path.
"First move … Good!"
Zhao Feng exclaimed. He didn't attack, but he circulated his Air Crossing Art and Metal Wall Technique.
Two figures, one attacking and one defending, clashed.
Pah!
Zhao Han's palm landed on Zhao Feng. The latter squatted down and twisted his arm, successfully blocking the cold palm.
In an instant, the two Inner Forces collided with one another.
Teng! Teng! Teng …
One of the figures retreated a few steps, followed by a surprised and angry shout.
What's going on!
The disciples of the Zhao Clan were stunned.
Because the figure that was retreating pathetically was Zhao Han!
Zhao Han retreated a few meters and stabilized himself. His face was gloomy.
His arm went numb and he couldn't help but exclaim, "How can he have such terrifying strength?"
Ten days ago, Zhao Han had fought with Xin Tong. Xin Tong's body strengthening technique was powerful and could almost threaten him.
But compared to Zhao Feng, the Xin Tong of that day paled in comparison.
"Hehe, you're not the only one in this world who has a fortuitous encounter."
A smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face as he released a sharp yet agile Inner Strength.
The Inner Strength had even broken through the fourth rank of the Martial Path and reached the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
The most important thing was that Zhao Feng's Inner Strength was extremely condensed, unlike Zhao Han's which relied on quantity to win.
"Inner Strength of the fifth rank of the Martial Path!"
The elders on the spectator's stand were shocked.
Zhao Feng's cultivation level was at the peak of the fourth rank, but his Inner Strength had reached the fifth rank.
"His body strengthening technique is extremely powerful. I'm afraid it has surpassed all the inner disciples of the clan."
The white-bearded judge had a smile on his face.
It turned out that supporting Zhao Feng was the right choice.
"I can feel the aura of a treasure on him. It looks like he has had some luck recently."
Zhao Tiancang said with his eyes squinted.
"Kid! I only used half of my strength just then. "
Zhao Han's eyes were cold and he was a little angry.
Cold Snow Palm!
Zhao Han's figure floated over and he slowly thrust his palm forward.
Although the palm seemed slow, it contained an even more powerful Inner Strength. Before the attack even reached its target, the coldness had already caused the opponent's blood to freeze.
"The second move!"
Zhao Feng calmly circulated his Air Crossing Breathing Technique and Metal Wall Technique to block Zhao Han's attack.
Bam!
A low rumbling sound could be heard in front of the two. When the Inner Strength of the Martial Path collided, a ring-shaped wave of air swept out four to five meters, enough to injure a Martial Disciple.
After the second clash, Zhao Han took a few steps back, and his arm was numb.
After pushing Zhao Han back, Zhao Feng also felt a cold Inner Strength enter his body.
However, after reaching the fourth rank of the Metal Wall Technique, not only did his body become like an iron wall, but it also increased his resistance against Inner Strength.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng's Air Crossing Breathing Technique was not to be trifled with. He also had the cultivation of the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
"This is impossible!"
Savagery appeared on Zhao Han's face as he furiously circulated his Inner Strength and leapt towards Zhao Feng.
But in his eyes, Zhao Feng was like a steel wall, unmoving and unmoving.
No matter how hard he attacked, Zhao Feng's Iron Wall was unbreakable. Zhao Han was pushed back again and again.
"What a strong body. This level of defense is probably the strongest among the inner disciples."
The disciples of the Zhao Clan were all stunned.
The second move … the third move … the fourth move …
Every time Zhao Feng blocked an attack, he would give Zhao Han a warning, which put a lot of pressure on him.
That's right.
Since the beginning of the battle, he had only been defending and had not attacked.
"Oh my god, is he really going to give Zhao Han ten moves?"
"That's right, it's already been five moves, and he hasn't attacked yet."
The crowd was in an uproar.
On the chair, Zhao Yijian, who was ranked twelfth, looked pale. "How can this be … When did his strength increase to such a level? Miracle? Why can't it be me? "
"Not only is he not dead, but he also has a miracle …"
Zhao Tianjian's face was green, and he almost exploded in anger.
He had hired someone to assassinate Zhao Feng, but instead, he had helped the enemy advance by leaps and bounds. This was truly a case of going for wool and pecking the rice instead.
"His defense is like an iron wall, and he can even defend against inner force attacks. He has at least reached the fourth level of the Iron Wall Technique."
Zhao Yufei's face was full of shock. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Even if she told her grandfather this, he wouldn't believe it.
The Iron Wall Technique that Zhao Feng cultivated was from her. Zhao Yufei knew the power and difficulty of this martial art.
The fifth move … the sixth move … the seventh move …
Zhao Han's attacks became more and more frenzied.
In the end, his eyes were filled with chaos, and he bit his lips until they bled.
However.
Every attack made the skin between his thumb and forefinger split, and blood flowed out. Not only did he not hurt Zhao Feng, but he was also injured.
"The ninth move … the tenth move …" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly became louder. "Zhao Han! Ten moves have passed! Your strength is getting weaker and weaker. How disappointing. "
His voice was like a nightmare, and it made Zhao Han's body shake.
Ten moves had passed!
Zhao Feng wasn't joking.
He said he would let you have ten moves, and he meant it.
He meant it!
This scene shocked many of the Zhao Clan's disciples and elders.
It could be expected that after ten moves, Zhao Feng wouldn't be on the defensive.
"Angry Dragon Fist!"
A ball of green aura appeared in Zhao Feng's palm. It was like an illusionary flame, and it whistled like a dragon.
He had executed the 《Angry Dragon Fists》, the 《Angry Dragon Fists》 that had almost surpassed the Consummate realm!
Now, Zhao Feng's Angry Dragon Fist was about to break through the original style, and it had the elegance of the Air Crossing Manual.
Pah —
The elegant fist hit Zhao Han's weak point, and the moment it hit its target, it exploded with a power like the roar of an angry dragon.
Wah!
Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and he took a few steps back. His arm was almost broken.
But at this moment, he had completely lost his mind, and he roared as he counterattacked.
But the more he fought back, the more weak points he had.
In Zhao Feng's eyes, his opponent was like a child waving a stick.
When Zhao Han was at his peak, Zhao Feng thought that he could be on par with Zhao Chi, or even slightly stronger. But now that he had lost his mind, he was no longer a threat.
"I don't believe it, lose!"
After being defeated again and again, Zhao Han became more and more frenzied. He only used his Inner Strength without any technique.
Soon, Zhao Feng dodged Zhao Han's attack, and he kicked Zhao Han's stomach.
Bang!
Zhao Han's body flew tens of meters through the air, and he fell flat on his face.
"I don't believe it!"
Zhao Han struggled to get up, and he wanted to counterattack.
"Judge, hurry up and announce that he has lost!"
Zhao Feng frowned and reminded the judge.
"Ah!"
Only then did the judge 'wake up', and he announced, "Zhao Han has lost the challenge! The challenged Zhao Feng will take the third place. "
Third place?
A smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face.
His goal was to enter the top three of the inner disciples, and he had achieved it.
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