The multi-colored robed Kong Feiling was obviously the center of attention. Zhao Feng wasn't the only one paying attention to her.
Without a doubt, Kong Feiling was the prodigy of the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan.
The last disciple of an Emperor … an Imperial Dao bloodline … she was even listed on the Imperial Genius rankings.
In the Great Gan Lord Dynasty.
There was the Imperial Dao bloodline ranking, which listed the five hundred strongest bloodlines.
Apart from that, there was the Imperial Genius Rankings, which listed the five hundred strongest geniuses.
Something worth mentioning was that.
These two rankings were the survival of the fittest, with some advancing and some retreating.
After all, as time progressed, geniuses grew, and bloodlines evolved.
Within the arena.
Of all the geniuses of the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan, Zhao Feng only glanced at Kong Feiling a little more and felt that her talent and strength were close to Nan Gongsheng's.
As if she had sensed something.
The beautiful woman of rainbow feathers turned her beautiful eyes to where Zhao Feng was.
Instantly.
An invisible mental energy pressure covered the area where Zhao Feng was.
The ten geniuses near Zhao Feng felt a suffocating pressure, as if they had been sliced by an invisible blade.
Plop!
The knees of one of the True Spirit Realm outer disciples went soft, and he knelt onto the ground.
Of these people, only Zhao Feng remained calm and composed, even faintly smiling.
"That youth …!"
Kong Feiling couldn't help but exclaim. Even under the pressure of her half-step Intent, that youth was still able to act so casually.
"Senior Martial Sister Kong, that person is the Beast Tamer Zhao Feng who has recently become famous in the sect. I heard that he's the disciple of a mysterious Emperor, and Duke Nanfeng even appreciates him. "
A male in green next to her introduced with a smile.
The brief exchange of gazes between Zhao Feng and Kong Feiling obviously caught the attention of the other geniuses.
"Who's that guy? He can withstand the half-step Intent of the Head disciple?"
The gazes of many geniuses turned toward Zhao Feng.
This was especially so for the southern arena where Zhao Feng was.
"He's the Zhao Feng you were talking about?"
A sharp light flashed through Liu Tianfan's eyes.
Huang Yunhu suppressed the shock in his heart and nodded repeatedly, "That's him!"
Huang Yunhu didn't expect Zhao Feng to be in the limelight this much. Even a half-step King's will couldn't suppress him.
He had whispered to "Liu Tianfan" and fanned the flames, hoping that Liu Tianfan would teach Zhao Feng a lesson.
"You don't need to instigate me. I'm interested in this Zhao Feng."
Liu Tianfan gave him a meaningful look.
Huang Yunhu felt weak in his heart, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
Liu Tianfan's cultivation was only below Kong Feiling, who was ranked first in the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan.
"Liu Tianfan should be able to teach Zhao Feng a lesson with his strength."
Huang Yunhu thought.
After all, the difference in their cultivation was too great.
One was at the initial Origin Core Realm while the other was at the peak Great Origin Core Realm.
According to the rules of the Divine Fantasy Trial, there was a high chance that Zhao Feng, Huang Yunhu, and Liu Tianfan would meet.
"The rules of the competition are an elimination system. If you lose seven matches in a row, and the total number of matches you lose reaches twenty, you will be eliminated from the competition. "
Zhao Feng said in his heart.
The top fifty would be chosen from each arena.
At the end, the top sixty would be chosen from the four arenas.
Even the overall competition adopted an elimination system. Only sixty people were left after the elimination.
Why sixty? Not sixty-five.
This was because five of the spots were decided by the clan.
Not long after.
The battles on the four arenas started at the same time.
Plop!
"Arghhh!"
As soon as the battle began, a disciple was sent flying. The victor was decided in an instant.
Zhao Feng looked over and couldn't help but shake his head.
The Ten Thousand Sacred Clan disciples participating in the Divine Fantasy Trials ranged from outer disciples to Core disciples, then Core disciples, and their strengths were all different.
If an outer disciple met a Core disciple, they would be instantly killed.
Round after round, the competition continued.
It was soon Zhao Feng's turn.
However … his opponent was slightly weak. He was only an early-stage True Lord Rank Core disciple.
"I admit defeat."
The True Lord Rank Core disciple immediately admitted defeat when he saw Zhao Feng, who was at the Origin Core Realm.
His cultivation was at the Origin Core Realm, and he was definitely at the top of the younger generation.
Rather than being injured, it was better to conserve his strength.
Usually, when the difference in strength was too great, the judge would announce the winner early.
Just like that, Zhao Feng's first match ended abruptly.
Liu Tianfan and Huang Yunhu, who had the highest cultivation in the southern arena, were the same.
These two were true disciples. When other disciples encountered them, they would immediately admit defeat.
In the eyes of the other disciples, Zhao Feng was no different from a Core disciple, and he was even more unfathomable than normal Core disciples.
Half a day later.
Zhao Feng's second opponent was a peak True Lord Rank, and he also admitted defeat.
"Boring."
Zhao Feng shook his head. The little thieving cat on his shoulder was also lazy.
It wasn't that the battles weren't interesting.
Some evenly matched battles, or the weak defeating the strong, also appeared from time to time.
Instead, it was Zhao Feng, whose cultivation was at the Origin Core Realm, who stood at the top of the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan.
Compared to back in the Sacred True Dragon Gathering, Zhao Feng's cultivation was below average, and his strength was only above average at the start.
At the beginning of the Sacred True Dragon Gathering, the opponents of the five overwhelming prodigies were either instantly killed or admitted defeat. It was also very boring.
However, the Divine Illusion Trials used an elimination system, and the process was very long.
The entire Divine Illusion Trials would take around twenty days to a month.
The Divine Illusion Trials was different from the Sacred True Dragon Gathering.
The Sacred True Dragon Gathering needed to decide the top ten.
On the other hand, the Divine Illusion Trials would continuously eliminate people until there were exactly the same number of people left.
Until the third battle.
Zhao Feng's opponent was a cold-faced youth at the half-step Origin Core Realm, and he was an elite amongst the Core disciples.
"This Zhao Feng has only just reached the Origin Core Realm. If I'm able to fight evenly with him, I might be able to catch the attention of a King Elder."
The cold-faced youth made up his mind.
Although the chances of him winning weren't high, he still decided to try.
On the arena.
The clash between Zhao Feng and the cold-faced youth attracted the attention of some people.
Among them were the strongest in the south arena, Liu Tianfan, the true disciple Huang Yunhu, and the strongest true disciple, Kong Feiling.
However.
The battle ended faster than he had imagined.
Shua ~ ~ Shua!
A faint ripple of wind and lightning was left behind, and the cold-faced youth's attack missed.
"Not good!"
Then, he felt a heavy gust of wind coming from behind him.
Peng Peng!
The cold-faced youth was smashed to the ground by the youth behind him.
He barely managed to circulate his half-step True Yuan defense, but it was like paper in front of that simple punch.
Hua!
A wave of shocked exclamations arose within the arena.
"What speed!"
Most of the spectators only saw a blur as Zhao Feng punched out, and the cold-faced youth fell to the ground.
Those with lower cultivation could only sense Zhao Feng's speed.
However, those with higher cultivation had solemn expressions and disbelief.
"That punch just now didn't seem to contain any True Yuan …."
Huang Yunhu's mouth dropped open.
He was paying one hundred and twenty percent attention to Zhao Feng's battle.
After all, he had lost to Zhao Feng twice.
"No."
Liu Tianfan, who was standing beside him, said with certainty.
Just now, Zhao Feng had first closed in with overwhelming speed and then unleashed a simple punch.
That punch didn't contain any True Yuan, but it easily shattered the defense of a half-step Origin Core Realm.
After this battle, Zhao Feng's fame rose, and everyone feared him.
After that, as long as Zhao Feng's opponents weren't at the Origin Core Realm, they would immediately admit defeat.
He won eight matches in a row.
In the ninth match, Zhao Feng met Huang Yunhu.
"Has it started?"
Huang Yunhu sucked in a deep breath and prepared for battle.
He lost to Zhao Feng in both battles, and he even made King Lu Yun lose face.
At this moment.
King Lu Yun was also paying attention to this battle.
"Begin!" The judge waved his hand.
Weng ~ ~
Huang Yunhu circulated his True Yuan and covered his body in a thick scarlet crystal armor. He used a precious earth-elemental Earth-Grade armor to defend.
"Huang Yunhu's strategy is not bad. His advantage is speed. As long as he can stabilize his defense, he can counterattack. "
Liu Tianfan praised.
Peng ~ ~
In a blur, Zhao Feng's fist slammed into Huang Yunhu's Earth-Grade armor, and a soul-shaking boom resounded through the air.
"How is this possible …?"
Huang Yunhu almost vomited blood as he retreated.
The instant Zhao Feng punched out, a layer of silver-blue metal appeared on his body.
Part of an invisible, domineering force pierced through the Earth-rank armor and into his internal organs.
The spectators were in an uproar.
Huang Yunhu felt like he was sent flying with just one punch.
Peng! Peng! Boom!
Huang Yunhu's feet left the ground, and he was hit by Zhao Feng's powerful punches before he could stabilize himself.
"My Earth-Earth Armor can increase gravity by ten times when it's activated, but that brat isn't affected at all …."
Huang Yunhu was shocked as he retreated.
Wah!
After a few punches, Huang Yunhu spat out a mouthful of blood, and a crack appeared on his armor.
"Zhao Feng wins!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, the referee immediately announced the verdict.
In reality, this was what King Lu Yun wanted.
"The two aren't even on the same level. Zhao Feng was able to suppress Yun Hu with just his body strengthening technique alone …. "
King Lu Yun sighed.
In the battle, he had clearly seen Huang Yunhu barely manage to counterattack and kick Zhao Feng.
However, Zhao Feng's body didn't move at all.
In other words:
Zhao Feng's speed, power, and defense were all at the peak of the same rank.
King Lu Yun also noticed that Zhao Feng's attacks were casual, as if he was holding back.
"This Zhao Feng is very strong!"
Liu Tianfan had a solemn expression, but his eyes were filled with battle-intent.
At the back.
Only a few people like Zhao Feng and Liu Tianfan were still able to maintain their winning streaks.
Some geniuses had already been eliminated.
As long as they lost seven matches in a row, or lost twenty matches in a row, they would be eliminated.
The core disciples on the southern stage were also looking forward to the battle between Liu Tianfan and Zhao Feng.
As more disciples were eliminated, the chances of the two meeting became higher.
Finally.
After Zhao Feng won his thirtieth match, he met Liu Tianfan.
This battle caught everyone's attention. Even the two Kings in the secret dimension looked over with interest.
"This Liu Tianfan's cultivation has reached the peak Sovereign Lord level. I can't use my Intent or my eye-bloodline …. "
For the first time, Zhao Feng felt troubled.
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