The tenth move!
The geniuses at the summit held their breaths as they stared at the two figures in the dust.
Zhao Linlong and Zhao Ling's faces were the ugliest.
"Ten moves, how could he …"
Zhao Linlong's face was dark.
From the start of the summit until now, he was the only one who could withstand ten moves from Xin Wuheng, even if he was defeated in the tenth move.
At the same time.
Zhao Feng, whom he had always looked down on, had also made it to the tenth move.
As the number one genius of the Zhao Clan, how could he allow such a thing to happen?
Moreover, he was still faintly worried. If Zhao Feng …
"How could this be!"
Zhao Ling's face was pale.
He had bet with Zhao Feng several times, but he had lost every single time.
Zhao Feng's performance was on par with his idol, Zhao Linlong.
It wasn't that he didn't lose … he surpassed him!
When the dust settled, the two stood in the middle of the summit, facing each other.
Xin Wuheng and Zhao Feng had their arms crossed and their breathing quickened.
There were some scratches on Xin Wuheng's body. He furrowed his eyebrows as if he was in pain.
Zhao Feng stood where he was, his clothes slightly tattered. His blood boiled as he stabilized himself.
Since he had reached the fifth level of the Metal Wall Technique, he wasn't injured.
In terms of defense, he was at a high point.
In terms of speed, he had Lightly Floating Ferry.
In terms of offense, he had Star Finger.
In all aspects, he was one of the best in his generation.
He didn't lose after ten moves!
The geniuses at the summit were in an uproar as they discussed among themselves.
Today, Xin Wuheng's legend of not losing after ten moves had finally been broken.
There was finally one person in his generation who could last ten moves without losing.
This scene was like a heavy hammer that struck Zhao Linlong and Zhao Ling.
Zhao Chi, Zhao Han and Zhao Qin looked at each other in shock.
Who would have thought that there would be such a dark horse in the Zhao Clan other than Zhao Linlong?
No! He had long been a dark horse!
From the outer ring of the Clan Martial Meet, to the Martial Meet Main Competition, and then to the Genius Summit, Zhao Feng had always created miracles, breaking his own record.
"Amazing!"
Zhao Yufei's beautiful eyes flickered with extraordinary splendor. She was overjoyed and extremely excited.
"Humph! He just said that he would last thirty moves against Xin Wuheng. No … fifty moves! "
Zhao Qing gritted his teeth.
Although Zhao Feng's strength was not inferior to Zhao Linlong's, and was even slightly better than him, he was still not convinced!
"Xin Wuheng, your so-called undefeatable ten moves should have something to do with your Cloud Chess Steps. With ten moves, you can achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of power."
A smile appeared on Zhao Feng's face.
"That's right! If you can withstand ten moves, it means that your strength is equal to mine, or even above mine. "
Xin Wuheng's eyes flashed.
The two of them were very close to each other, so they could both launch lightning-fast attacks and secretly accumulate power. It was extremely thrilling.
"Hehe! You are too humble, unless your cultivation is only limited to the peak of the fifth rank of the Martial Path. "
Zhao Feng said with deep meaning.
His words seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Xin Wuheng's expression suddenly changed, becoming more solemn.
Flaming Metal Fist!
Zhao Feng took the opportunity to attack.
This time, he did not use Raging Dragon Fists, nor Star Finger, but the lowest rank foundational martial art - Flaming Metal Fist!
At such a close distance, the simpler and faster the attack, the more effective it would be.
And Flaming Metal Fist was without a doubt the most proficient martial art that Zhao Feng practiced.
But Xin Wuheng was not to be trifled with. His senses exceeded the level of a Martial Artist, comparable to a Martial Master.
The moment Zhao Feng gathered his inner strength and threw out a punch, Xin Wuheng reacted and retreated with his palm.
Peng!
The fist and palm clashed, and Xin Wuheng was forced back. His blood flow was shaken, and he almost suffered some internal injuries.
Zhao Feng had trained Metal Wall Technique, so he had the advantage in terms of defense and defense. He also had the initiative, so his punch was obviously better.
Raging Dragon Fists!
Zhao Feng chased after Xin Wuheng as he pushed his inner strength to the peak of the fifth rank.
Ten moves later.
Zhao Feng had the upper hand, and he continued to press forward!
The geniuses were shocked to the core.
No one had thought that there would be a new talent in Sun Feather City that could compete with Xin Wuheng.
Eleven moves … Twelve moves … Thirteen moves …
Within twenty moves, Zhao Feng had the upper hand and the upper hand.
His left eye could see that Xin Wuheng's blood flow was churning and he had suffered some internal injuries. He didn't give Xin Wuheng any time to recover.
Xin Wuheng had to retreat in defeat to gain some time to catch his breath and recover from his internal injuries.
But Zhao Feng's left eye saw everything, and he didn't give Xin Wuheng any chance.
The geniuses were all dumbfounded.
In the pavilion where the Zhao Clan was.
Zhao Linlong's face was dark, and he clenched his fists.
The strength that Zhao Feng had displayed wasn't much stronger than him.
Why was he able to compete with Xin Wuheng without losing?
Under the shadow of the tree.
"Tsk tsk, interesting. To think that a small Sun Feather City would produce two geniuses at the same time. The potential of these two would be at least in the top five of their generation in Guanjun province city. "
A dark silver figure said.
"We have to report this to the Lord, in case other forces get here first …"
Another person said cautiously.
… …
In the middle of the mountain, the two figures were locked in battle.
Twenty moves … Twenty-one moves … Twenty-two moves …
After twenty moves, Xin Wuheng's disadvantage was slowly turning around.
His Cloud Chess Step was good at using slow speed to counter fast speed.
He tried his best to avoid clashing with Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's strength was too strong, and when he used Star Finger, his attacks were comparable to those at the peak of the sixth rank.
This meant that even if Zhao Linlong, who was at the sixth rank of the Martial Path, fought with Zhao Feng head on, he would still be at a disadvantage.
Xin Wuheng could only avoid it and gain some time to recover.
Thirty moves … Thirty-five moves …
Finally, after thirty to forty moves, Xin Wuheng managed to turn the tables.
The battle between the two was getting more and more dangerous.
After Xin Wuheng stabilized the situation, he no longer defended passively. Sometimes, he would counterattack, combining Cloud Chess Step.
But Zhao Feng's reaction was fast, and he could see through Xin Wuheng's moves at the most critical moment.
"How did he do it? Does he have the same senses and consciousness as a martial dao master like me?"
Xin Wuheng was shocked.
Fifty moves … Sixty moves …
It was a draw!
Plop!
Zhao Ling's face was ashen as he sat on the ground.
He had made a bet with Zhao Feng that if Zhao Feng could last ten moves, he would lose.
Zhao Feng laughed, "Ten is too little, at least thirty, maybe even fifty …"
At this moment, the battle between the two had reached more than sixty moves, but it was still hard to determine a winner.
Sixty moves … Seventy moves …
The frequency of the two's attacks became higher and higher.
Finally, it was eighty to ninety moves.
Xin Wuheng took a deep breath. Many mid-ranked martial arts were integrated into one, and the aura of power that complemented his surroundings became stronger.
This kind of power was similar to that of the young girl in the Blood Python Canyon, but it was much weaker.
Facing this intent, Zhao Feng felt as if he was an ant fighting against the heavens.
That feeling made it hard for him to breathe, and it was a little stifling.
After ninety moves, Xin Wuheng's every move was like a stroke of the gods.
Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, and on his eyeball, there was a faint green luster that was hard to detect.
In that instant, he entered the super-vision interface, and Xin Wuheng's movements were slowed down by more than ten times …
Whoosh!
In the dark space of his left eye.
A shadow that looked like Xin Wuheng repeatedly attacked, and the process and details of each attack were replayed.
The shadow's moves contained a kind of power, and it was easier to understand than the young girl's.
After comprehending the young girl's Mysterious Wind Palm, Zhao Feng could "learn it immediately" when facing Xin Wuheng's power.
Open!
Zhao Feng unhurriedly merged the Air Crossing Breathing Technique, Light Micro Steps, and Flaming Iron Fist into one.
His body also produced a strange power that was similar to Xin Wuheng's.
Pah — —
Zhao Feng pushed Xin Wuheng back with one palm.
Teng teng teng …
Xin Wuheng's body retreated, and his face was filled with shock: "What's going on, his palm …"
He had a strange feeling that the intent in Zhao Feng's palm seemed to have been "plagiarized" from him.
If that was really the case, then it was too terrifying …
Xin Wuheng's heart turned cold, and he took a deep breath, condensing his inner strength to the extreme.
His perception was comparable to a martial master, and the degree of condensing his inner strength far exceeded that of a qi cultivating martial artist.
In other words, martial artists under the seventh rank of the martial path couldn't compare to Xin Wuheng's inner strength.
This was also one of the reasons why Xin Wuheng could beat Zhao Linlong with his cultivation of the fifth rank of the martial path.
But what he didn't know was that Zhao Feng's left eye was able to see all the changes in his inner strength.
So that's how it is …
Zhao Feng had some understanding of that power, and he quickly learned Xin Wuheng's inner strength condensing technique.
Star Finger!
Zhao Feng's finger pierced through the air, and a green light flashed, and it was more condensed and powerful than before.
"Star Finger" was a finger technique that specialized in concentrating and condensing inner strength.
After comprehending some of Xin Wuheng's intent and condensing inner strength, Zhao Feng's third level of Star Finger had increased by a bit.
"Great! Star Finger is nearing the peak of the third level. "
Zhao Feng was overjoyed.
He really wanted to thank Xin Wuheng.
Firstly, he would be able to comprehend that mysterious concept from the other party.
Secondly, he had learned the inner strength condensing technique of a martial master.
Ninety-one moves … Ninety-two moves …
Zhao Feng became more and more courageous as he fought.
Although Xin Wuheng wasn't at a disadvantage, he wasn't able to gain any advantage.
What made him even more disappointed was that Zhao Feng's potential was increasing at an alarming rate.
The other party's intent seemed to have come from nothing, and the condensation of Inner Strength was also of the same lineage as his.
What kind of monster was this!?
Xin Wuheng couldn't help but admit that he had met his nemesis.
He was an expert in creation, but Xin Wuheng's comprehension had reached a heaven-defying level.
Ninety-five moves … Ninety-six moves …
The two's fight was approaching the hundredth move.
Everyone held their breaths, and their eyes were filled with excitement as they waited for the final result.
According to the rules, the fight would stop when it reached the hundredth move, and the host and the guests would discuss the outcome.
However, when it reached the ninety-ninth move.
Teng!
Xin Wuheng took a step back and leapt tens of meters into the air, then landed on the ground and said: "That's enough!"
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