Take a gamble?
A mischievous smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face. "What do you want to bet?"
The other geniuses of the Zhao Clan looked at each other in confusion.
But they all knew that Zhao Qing had always admired Zhao Linlong. Especially at this summit, Zhao Linlong had given a spot that should have belonged to Zhao Feng to Zhao Qing out of prejudice.
Thus, Zhao Qing not only admired Zhao Linlong, but also felt grateful.
"Zhao Qing, forget it. We're all from the same clan. Let's not ruin our friendship."
Zhao Qin advised.
"No!"
Zhao Qing's face turned red and green as he glared at Zhao Feng. "Since you're so prejudiced against Brother Linlong, I'll bet on him! Do you dare? "
It was obvious that Zhao Qing was confident in Zhao Linlong's victory.
"Why not? Not only will I bet that Xin Wuheng will win, but I'll also bet that Zhao Linlong won't last more than twenty moves. "
Zhao Feng chuckled.
What!?
The expressions of the Zhao Clan geniuses changed as they looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief.
Based on the current situation, Xin Wuheng and Zhao Linlong had a fifty-fifty chance of winning.
Where did Zhao Feng get his confidence from to bet that Zhao Linlong wouldn't last more than twenty moves?
"Good, good, good! We'll wait and see … Everyone, please bear witness. The loser will have to apologize to the winner. "
Zhao Qing's eyes were about to spit fire.
"Very well."
On the other hand, Zhao Feng looked relaxed.
The other geniuses of the Zhao Clan had a strange look on their faces.
At the center of the summit.
Whoosh!
Zhao Linlong used Shadow Step again, circling around Xin Wuheng.
A few moments later, a few afterimages were destroyed.
The golden-robed figure appeared once more, sweeping a leg towards Xin Wuheng's lower body at an astonishing speed.
Bam!
Xin Wuheng bent his legs and used a complete stage leg technique to deflect Zhao Linlong's kick.
He blocked it again?
Zhao Linlong's face was filled with bewilderment as he returned empty-handed once again.
"I don't believe it!"
Zhao Linlong didn't believe that anyone could break his Shadow Steps, let alone an opponent with a lower cultivation base than him.
Xin Wuheng was unperturbed as he stood where he was. Occasionally, he would take a step or two to deal with Zhao Linlong.
Zhao Linlong pushed Shadow Steps to its limits. He attacked a few times in a row, but all of his attacks missed. He even suffered merciless counterattacks from Xin Wuheng, which put him in a rather pathetic state.
If not for the fact that his cultivation was higher than the other party's, he would have been completely suppressed.
"As expected, Zhao Linlong's movement technique is useless against him."
Zhao Chi and Zhao Han stared at Zhao Feng in disbelief.
Zhao Feng's assertion was obviously true.
Puzzled, Zhao Qin and Zhao Yufei asked for the reason.
"Xin Wuheng has trained in a martial art that assists in hearing. Through his ears, he can determine his opponent's position and attack trajectory. Furthermore, he uses silence to counter attacks. Zhao Linlong's Shadow Steps is of no threat to him. "
Zhao Feng explained.
Everyone focused their eyes and found that Xin Wuheng's ears were vibrating at an irregular frequency.
If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to see it.
On the other hand, Zhao Feng's left eye could see more accurately.
He found that the direction in which Xin Wuheng's ears were vibrating was Zhao Linlong's actual position.
This meant that Zhao Linlong's movement technique could not confuse Xin Wuheng at all. Xin Wuheng could determine his position even with his eyes closed.
"Hmph, this is just an unorthodox method. Brother Linlong's victory is just a matter of time."
Zhao Ling said stubbornly.
At this time, the two had already exchanged five or six moves.
For the first five moves, Xin Wuheng could only defend passively.
At the sixth move, Xin Wuheng suddenly counterattacked.
Little Cloud Acupuncture Hand!
As Xin Wuheng blocked Zhao Linlong's attack, his other hand grabbed onto Zhao Linlong's arm at an unbelievable angle and speed.
"Open!"
Zhao Linlong's heart skipped a beat as he pushed Xin Wuheng's hand away.
Even so, he still felt pain on his arm, leaving behind a bruise, causing his blood flow to stagnate.
Xin Wuheng had trained all of his middle ranked martial arts to the maximum level. Even with his cultivation of the sixth stage of the Martial Path, he still couldn't take it.
"Xin Wuheng's control of inner strength is undoubtedly more refined. He uses the smallest amount of energy to achieve the greatest damage. That attack just now had hit Zhao Linlong's joint acupoints, slightly reducing his strength … "
Zhao Feng saw everything clearly with his left eye.
Cloud Chess Step!
Xin Wuheng took the initiative to attack, using a movement technique that he had never seen before. It seemed as if he was advancing and retreating at the same time.
This movement technique wasn't fast, but it was extremely strange. Every step was filled with changes.
In Zhao Feng's eyes, it wasn't a movement technique, but a game of chess.
"I've never seen such a movement technique before."
The geniuses on the summit shook their heads.
Under that strange movement technique, Xin Wuheng's speed wasn't fast, but it caused Zhao Linlong to be flustered.
Breaking Wind Finger!
Xin Wuheng's trembling finger tore through the air in an unfathomable trajectory, merging with the strange footwork under his feet.
Finger and movement technique.
The two different martial arts seemed to have merged together to create an unpredictable attack.
At the same time, Zhao Feng once again felt the same feeling from Xin Wuheng.
"What's going on …"
Zhao Linlong's eyes narrowed. Xin Wuheng's attack had given him an inexplicable shock.
His opponent's attack seemed to have merged with a mysterious aura, and it was also strange.
Break!
Zhao Linlong's roar was like thunder. His Inner Force surged as he threw out a punch, taking the attack head-on.
Poof!
Xin Wuheng's body swayed, and he was forced to take four to five steps back from the impact of the powerful Inner Strength.
Zhao Linlong let out a groan as he felt a numbing pain on his arm, causing him to almost lose consciousness.
His right arm drooped down powerlessly.
The geniuses on the summit were dumbfounded as they held their breaths.
"Xin Wuheng's attack is too strange."
Some people were confused.
Only a small portion of the geniuses on the summit could see through it.
Under the shadow of the trees.
"Fusing several martial arts of the Perfection Realm into one, what kind of monster is this?"
A silvery figure said in a low voice.
"This seems like the concept of a Holy Martial Art. He doesn't just have the consciousness of a Martial Master …"
The other figure said in bewilderment.
… …
How could this be?
Cold sweat appeared on Zhao Linlong's forehead.
He was finally at a disadvantage since the start of the battle.
At this moment, the two of them had only exchanged seven moves.
Xin Wuheng couldn't be defeated in ten moves.
Could it be that this rule could never be broken?
Shuttle Cloud Finger!
Zhao Linlong took a deep breath and finally used his most powerful peak ranked martial art.
Howling Tiger Fist!
Xin Wuheng's face was expressionless, and he actually used a kind of fierce mid-level fist technique.
Every one of his Martial Arts had reached the Perfection Stage and had even surpassed the limits of his Martial Arts.
At this moment, Xin Wuheng threw out a punch and his Inner Force burst out like a ferocious tiger. Boom!
Boom!
A finger and a fist clashed together and a powerful gale swept across a radius of five to six meters.
Zhao Linlong felt a pain in his finger. He felt that his opponent's fist was like a metal ball that contained a terrifying force.
Although the power of a finger martial art was powerful, it was also very dangerous and weak in terms of defense.
For example, Zhao Feng's Star Finger was even more dangerous. The slightest mistake could break one's finger.
Xin Wuheng's punch was ferocious and domineering, containing a terrifying vibrational force.
Teng!
Zhao Linlong was at a disadvantage once again and immediately retreated.
This was the first time that one side was on the losing side.
Xin Wuheng closed in on Zhao Feng. Fist Art, Finger Art, Palm Art, Movement Art … Many Martial Arts had reached the Perfection Stage.
The seventh move … the eighth move … the ninth move …
Zhao Linlong was completely suppressed and his injuries weren't light, causing his strength to drop.
If it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Linlong had the advantage in terms of cultivation, he would've been heavily injured in the previous few exchanges.
Finally!
At the tenth move …
"The tenth move!"
Everyone held their breath.
"Shuttle Cloud Piercing Sky!"
Zhao Linlong poured all of his Inner Force into the finger.
The moment the finger technique erupted, it was as if the wind and clouds were tumbling. A piercing howl tore through the night sky, leaving behind a terrifying purplish-green rainbow …
What a powerful finger!
Many of the geniuses at the summit were shocked.
The people who were closer to them found it hard to breathe, and their hearts trembled.
"The power of this finger is close to my 'Star Finger'."
In the pavilion, Zhao Feng's expression changed.
"Interesting."
Xin Wuheng smiled slightly and took a light breath. A condensed inner strength condensed in his arm. A dark gray aura surrounded his arm like ripples … The degree of condensation of that inner strength even exceeded the limits of a Qi Accumulation martial artist.
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe it. How did he do it?
"Sweeping Wind and Clouds!"
Xin Wuheng waved his sleeve and the wind roared like thunder. The rocks under his feet peeled off layer by layer, turning into a ring of dust.
That wave seemed to stir the wind and clouds, sweeping through everything with disdain.
This was clearly Xin Wuheng's strongest attack since his debut!
Boom —
Two terrifying martial arts techniques collided with each other. Dust and Qi waves danced wildly, almost forming a small whirlwind.
At that moment.
The two people in the middle of the arena were completely shrouded in dust. Only two blurry figures could be seen.
The crowd of spectators was shocked.
Powerful!
So powerful!
The geniuses all sucked in a cold breath.
Compared to the clash between the two, the rest of the geniuses were just playing house.
"It's hard to believe that this is a fight between qi cultivation rank martial artists."
"The final burst of power is probably close to the level of a seventh rank Martial Master …"
Some of the guests at the summit were quite knowledgeable. There were even one or two seventh rank Martial Masters.
Hu …
The night wind blew and the dust dispersed.
Two silhouettes appeared clearly.
Xin Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back. His clothes were slightly tattered, his hair was messy and his face was slightly red.
Wah!
Zhao Linlong's body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Plop!
He supported himself with one hand on the ground. His face was filled with fear and unwillingness.
Lost!
Not only did he lose, he lost in the tenth move.
Ten moves against Xin Wuheng!
Could this be a rule that could not be violated?
"How could Brother Linlong lose … it's only been ten moves …"
Zhao Ling was a little lost.
For a long time, Zhao Linlong was his idol. He was grateful and admired him.
Not long ago, he even made a bet with Zhao Feng.
"Lost in ten moves?"
Zhao Feng himself was surprised.
He had made a bet with Zhao Ling that not only would Zhao Linlong lose, he wouldn't be able to last more than twenty moves.
At this moment, the geniuses of the Zhao Clan looked at him strangely.
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