Xin Wuheng lost in ten moves!
Xin Wuheng's appearance had pushed the summit to a new peak. The cheers of the spectators came from all directions.
As the first in the last summit, Xin Wuheng's fame and reputation were unparalleled.
"Xin Wuheng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhao Linlong's eyes flashed with battle intent. His Inner Strength flowed like a stream of iron. The aura of the sixth rank of the Martial Path was like a gust of wind that swept across the entire arena.
"Zhao Linlong, your stamina has been exhausted. It's best if you rest for a few rounds."
Qiu Mengyu reminded him kindly.
Zhao Linlong had just fought a few times, especially with Qiu Mengyu. His stamina and Inner Strength had been exhausted, and he only had seventy to eighty percent of his peak.
If it was against an ordinary opponent, Zhao Linlong wouldn't even consider this problem.
But this time, his opponent was Xin Wuheng, the prodigy who had defeated him in ten moves.
"Brother Linlong, rest for a while. Let me experience his strength."
Zhao Ling leapt into the air, his spear in hand.
In the Zhao Clan's tournament, Zhao Ling was ranked seventh. Originally, he didn't have the right to participate in the summit.
But Zhao Linlong had given him this chance, 'stripping' Zhao Feng of his spot.
Therefore, Zhao Ling was grateful to Zhao Linlong and had helped him this time.
"Alright, don't force yourself."
Zhao Linlong nodded and returned to the pavilion to rest.
With Zhao Ling and the others fighting, he could at least test Xin Wuheng's strength.
"Xin Wuheng … take my spear!"
Zhao Qing cried out in alarm. The spear in his hand transformed into a wave of silver light that swept through the night. It was hard to tell which one was real in the dark.
Xin Wuheng stood on the spot, one hand behind his back, not moving an inch.
Preposterous!
Zhao Ling was enraged. Xin Wuheng's performance showed that he didn't see him as an opponent at all.
Puchi!
The spear's shadow intertwined, piercing towards Xin Wuheng's left shoulder.
Xin Wuheng was as calm as an ancient well. He did not move an inch from where he was and slowly raised his finger.
Clang!
The ordinary finger hit the weak point of the spear tip, and a wisp of condensed inner strength surged in like lightning.
Zhao Qing's Qi and blood were in turmoil. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger trembled, and he almost lost his balance.
"Let go!"
Xin Wuheng struck out with his palm, sending an indescribable force through the spear, causing Zhao Qing to vomit blood on the spot.
Clang!
The spear flew out of Zhao Qing's hand, and he staggered back a few steps as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a tap and a slap, Zhao Qing was defeated, his spear slipping from his hand.
This scene shocked many of the geniuses present, but it was within their expectations.
After all, Xin Wuheng was the top genius in the Upper Realm. If it was Zhao Linlong, he would probably be able to achieve the same result.
In the pavilion.
Zhao Feng's expression was grave. His left eye had clearly seen the entire process of Xin Wuheng's attack.
Xin Wuheng's seemingly casual tap had hit Zhao Qing's weak spot. It was almost identical to the flaw that Zhao Qing had seen with his left eye.
Not only that, Xin Wuheng's attack seemed to follow the most logical path, and it was in perfect harmony with the environment.
Zhao Feng had only felt this from the mysterious "immature girl" at the Valley of the Blood Python.
But the feeling of the immature girl was ten times stronger than Xin Wuheng's.
"Brother Linlong, hurry up and recover. I'll go test him and force him to use his true strength."
Zhao Chi's eyes twinkled, and he leapt into the air.
"Make your move."
Xin Wuheng still stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.
"Sky Howling Fist!"
Zhao Chi's expression was cold as he used a high ranked fist skill that was close to the peak.
At the same time, he used a high ranked footwork skill and circulated his Inner Force and Body Tempering Technique …
Zhao Chi's strength was close to the top geniuses, and he had no weaknesses in any aspect.
He was the most suitable person to test Xin Wuheng.
Breaking Wind Finger!
Xin Wuheng's index finger pierced through the air, and his Inner Force howled like a sharp blade.
Boom!
Xin Wuheng's finger actually brushed past the edge of Zhao Chi's palm.
Zhao Chi staggered and he almost fell to the ground. His arm went numb and he almost lost all feeling.
"Breaking Wind Finger? That seems to be a middle ranked martial art! "
"Wait, I've trained the Breaking Wind Finger before, but why is it different from his?"
The audience was in an uproar, and the sounds of discussion were endless.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Chi's expression became solemn as he used a high-level movement technique to escape from danger.
Pah! Pah! … …
The two of them exchanged punches and fingers.
One move, two moves, three moves …
Xin Wuheng stood calmly on the spot, not moving an inch.
Hu hu …
Zhao Chi panted heavily as sweat beaded on his forehead. His face was red and dry.
It had only been three moves.
Every move from Xin Wuheng would exhaust a large amount of his mental energy, which was equivalent to exchanging hundreds of moves with someone of the same cultivation.
Xin Wuheng's every move seemed to counter him.
The same Inner Strength, the same amount of force, and Xin Wuheng's attacks seemed to have the advantage of timing and location.
When it came to the fifth move, Zhao Chi's chest, arms, palms and other parts of his body were hit.
On the sixth move, Xin Wuheng suddenly changed to a middle level kick technique and with a bang, he kicked Zhao Chi's arm.
"Ahhh …"
Zhao Chi cried out in pain. His arm was almost fractured and he fell to the ground in cold sweat.
Xin Wuheng had used a middle ranked finger skill and a middle ranked footwork skill to defeat Zhao Chi.
"It's the same as last year, all middle ranked martial arts."
"Every single one of his middle ranked martial arts has reached the peak level."
Some of the more experienced geniuses saw that something was wrong.
At the center of the summit.
Xin Wuheng stood calmly with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't used any energy at all.
After Zhao Chi's defeat, the Qiu family also sent out a few geniuses to challenge him. Even Qiu Changyi, who was one of the top geniuses in the last summit, went to test him.
But the result was the same.
The geniuses all lost to Xin Wuheng's middle ranked martial arts.
Even Qiu Changyi only lasted until the seventh move.
Xin Wuheng kept one hand behind his back as he attacked. He only used one hand.
His opponents of the same rank were like peasants who didn't know martial arts and only knew how to use brute force.
"It's hard to believe …"
Zhao Feng had done some calculations when he was watching the battles.
Xin Wuheng had used a total of five to six middle ranked martial arts and every single one of them had reached the peak level.
Some of the moves had even surpassed the limits of Original Martial Arts and were even more powerful than before.
At the same time.
On a big tree near the Genius Summit.
Two figures in dark silver light armor stood on a tree branch, hidden in the shadows of the night.
"To have trained so many middle ranked martial arts to the peak level, I can't believe there's such a genius in this small Sun Feather City. He's at least in the top ten of his generation in the prefecture capital."
One of the dark silver figures said.
"You've underestimated him … although he hasn't reached the 'Breaking Qi stage', he has the senses of a normal Martial Master. You should know what this means."
The other voice was slightly hoarse.
In the area where the summit was located, the geniuses of the three great families, including some elders and guests, didn't even notice these two 'uninvited guests'.
…
At the center of the summit.
Xin Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.
After a while, no one else dared to challenge him.
Everyone's gazes turned towards Zhao Linlong.
Zhao Linlong's cultivation had reached the sixth rank of the Martial Path and he was the only genius who could compete with Xin Wuheng.
Xin Wuheng also looked at the pavilion where the Zhao Clan was, as if he was waiting for something.
"Xin Wuheng, are you ready?"
Zhao Linlong stood up and his mental energy reached its peak. His Inner Strength flowed like a river and he roared.
The powerful aura of the sixth rank of the Martial Path made the disciples of the Zhao Clan in the pavilion feel uncomfortable.
"I don't need to prepare."
Xin Wuheng didn't use much of his energy after fighting so many battles.
This was because all of his opponents were easily defeated, and after a short moment of respite, they recovered to their peak.
"Very well!"
As soon as Zhao Linlong finished speaking, he left a golden afterimage on the spot.
At the center of the summit.
As the two geniuses faced each other, the spectators all held their breaths.
Even the two silvery figures in the shadow of the tree looked on with interest.
Shadow Step!
Zhao Linlong suddenly moved, leaving a few golden afterimages in the night. His speed was like a ghost and it was impossible to see his figure clearly, but one could hear a rustling sound.
Many people knew that Zhao Linlong's movement technique, Shadow Step, had reached the peak.
Furthermore, Shadow Step could achieve twice the result with half the effort in the night.
Hu!
Xin Wuheng let out a breath and slowly let go of the hand behind his back, revealing a serious expression.
Ever since they started sparring, he had only fought with one hand.
This time, his opponent had reached the sixth rank of the Martial Path, so he couldn't be careless.
Facing Zhao Linlong's movement technique, Xin Wuheng stood still like a statue.
Zhao Feng's left eye could clearly see Xin Wuheng's ears moving at a high frequency, merging with his breathing.
"I'm afraid Zhao Linlong's movement technique will be useless against him."
He shook his head and sighed.
"I don't believe it!"
Zhao Ling wasn't convinced and coldly snorted, "Brother Linlong's movement technique has reached the peak, and no one can beat him. Furthermore, his cultivation is the highest. "
For a long time, he had always admired and had confidence in Zhao Linlong.
Zhao Feng smiled but didn't say anything.
Pah!
In the night, a golden figure appeared behind Xin Wuheng and his palm hit the target.
Too fast!
No one saw when Zhao Linlong appeared behind Xin Wuheng.
However, at the last moment, Xin Wuheng also moved.
He was neither fast nor slow as he slightly tilted his back. That lightning-like palm missed by half an inch, almost brushing against his clothes.
The palm missed.
At first glance, it looked like Zhao Linlong had hit his target, but he hadn't. He had missed by just a bit.
"Roundhouse Kick!"
Xin Wuheng's body turned, and without turning his head, he kicked the stunned Zhao Linlong.
Peng!
Zhao Linlong circulated his Inner Strength of the sixth rank of the Martial Path to block Xin Wuheng's fist, but he was forced back a step.
Just as Zhao Feng expected, Zhao Linlong's movement technique was useless against Xin Wuheng.
"How do you know that Zhao Linlong's Shadow Step doesn't work against Xin Wuheng?"
Zhao Yufei asked curiously.
Zhao Ling coldly laughed, "He's just lucky. He's biased against Brother Linlong."
I'm biased against him?
Zhao Feng almost burst out laughing. Who's biased against who?
"What are you laughing at? Let's make a bet."
Zhao Ling flew into a rage.
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