Day after day, the annual New Blood Competition in Yulan City was drawing near.
This so-called New Blood Competition was actually a competition between the younger generation of the major clans, who were not yet twenty years old. Every participating clan had to take out their own prize, and only the one who won would be able to claim the prize.
Of course, although the prize was precious, its main purpose was to assess the strength of the next generation!
...
After ten days, Feng Hao's improvement was extremely impressive. These ten days of hard work were definitely comparable to the previous few years of hard work.
And all the credit for this was due to the Tiger Movement Chapter. Of course, there was also the Godly Armament Manual. Both were indispensable.
These days, besides sleeping and eating, Feng Hao cultivated. Today, he was already at the peak of the fourth level of Martial Disciple, and he only needed an opportunity to break through to the fifth level.
Feng Hao could already somewhat grasp the second stage of the Tiger Movement Chapter, and his movements were not as difficult as before.
The sky gradually brightened. Under the red leaf tree, he arched his body, like a ferocious beast that could attack at any time, giving off a ferocious visual impact.
The muscles in his body moved slowly, and his body alternated between crawling and arching. After a few times, he collapsed on the ground.
"Hehe!"
Feng Hao panted heavily, but his tired face was full of joy. With a thought, the medicine spread, and he straightened up.
"Let's try it!"
He retracted his aura, and the muscles in his body tightened. He looked straight at the red leaf tree, his eyes filled with determination.
"Ha!"
His aura suddenly increased, like a ferocious beast, he raised his fist and smashed it against the red leaf tree.
"Bang!"
Feng Hao retreated a few steps, and stabilized his body. Looking at the obvious fist mark on the tree, his heart surged with joy.
"I did it!"
Although he had not completely grasped the Tiger Movement Chapter, based on the punch just now, he believed that even a fifth level Martial Disciple would not feel good.
"Hua!"
A clamor came from within the city. Feng Hao turned around and dashed away.
Everything he had done just now was to welcome the arrival of this day. He wanted to get rid of the title of mediocrity in front of everyone. He wanted his father to be able to stand tall and regain his former prestige!
...
In the center of Yulan City, an arena had been set up long ago. The wooden planks and stakes were all made of extremely sturdy wood. Ordinary cultivators would not be able to break them. Thus, there was no need to worry about them breaking when the younger generation sparred.
Around the arena, the Four Great Families each occupied a corner, while the smaller forces could only watch from afar.
When Feng Hao arrived, there was already a sea of people. Fortunately, these people recognized him as a mediocre young master and made way for him. Otherwise, if he squeezed in, the competition would be over.
Seeing Fenghao arrive, Feng Chen waved his hand, indicating for him to stand beside him.
His arrival also attracted some attention from the various clans. However, it wasn't much. Instead, it was more of mockery and disdain.
In their eyes, a weak youth actually dared to challenge a teacher from the Wind Moon Academy. If he wasn't crazy, he must be stupid.
Yun Ying was already a high-level Martial Grandmaster at such a young age. This meant that her talent was definitely extraordinary. In three years, she might even become a Martial Spirit. A mediocre youth, what could he use to fight?
Facing these gazes, Feng Hao ignored them all. His expression did not change at all, but his fists were clenched tightly.
For so many years, he had lived under such gazes, and today, he was going to change all of this!
When the time was up, the four family heads went up together and took out their respective prizes. After saying a few words of encouragement to the younger generation, they invited Ouyang Peng from the private room to be the judge and announced the start of the competition.
"Bang!"
A figure jumped onto the arena. His posture was upright, and he did look a little imposing.
It was Yang Kui!
"Feng Hao, do you dare to come up?!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Feng Hao.
It was obvious that he was unable to forget the incident at the market. He was constantly thinking of revenge. Therefore, he was the first one to step onto the stage. Moreover, he named Fenghao in an attempt to humiliate him.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Narrowing his eyes, Feng Hao walked toward the arena.
Feng Chen did not try to stop him. He knew that Feng Hao's current cultivation had long surpassed Yang Kui's!
"Humph!"
He lightly snorted and swept his gaze across the crowd that was filled with ridicule, ridicule, and anticipation. He couldn't help but wonder if Fenghao's performance on the stage would cause these people's eyeballs to pop out.
Feng Hao walked up the arena step by step and stood in front of Yang Kui. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"I will definitely make you kneel in front of me and beg!"
Yang Kui's face twitched as he said viciously. His voice was filled with killing intent.
"Is that so?"
Feng Hao replied indifferently. A trace of disdain flashed in his ice-cold eyes.
"Begin!"
At Ou Yangpeng's order, Yang Kui began to move.
"Die!"
He raised his fist and, with all his strength, smashed it directly toward Feng Hao's head. However, Feng Hao stood in the same place without moving an inch. It was as if he was scared silly.
Seeing this scene, many disciples of the Feng Clan closed their eyes. They could not bear to watch anymore. Other than Feng Lie, the three clan masters all revealed a mocking expression. Ou Yangpeng, on the other hand, slightly narrowed his eyes. His pupils were filled with deep doubt.
This was because he realized that the mediocre youth in the past seemed to be different from before. It seemed that his cowardice had changed into confidence?
Where did his confidence come from?
While he was puzzled, Yang Kui's fist had already neared Feng Hao.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came from the arena.
"How is this possible?"
The Yang Clan Master, Yang Chong, stood up and exclaimed.
"Hua!"
Then, there was a clamor from all over the arena.
The scene in front of them shocked everyone's hearts.
Yang Kui, who had long broken through to the fourth level of Martial Disciple, smashed out with his fist. It was caught in the hands of the youth they had always called mediocre. This made everyone unwilling to believe their eyes.
"You!"
Sweat dripped down Yang Kui's face. His face was flushed red, and his expression changed from one of arrogance to one of fear.
It was not that he did not want to struggle, nor was it that he did not want to move. It was that he did not have the strength to move. He felt that every time he used his strength, it would be casually crushed by that steel-like palm.
"Hmph!"
A sharp light flashed in his eyes. Feng Hao's palm began to slowly exert force. As a result, Yang Kui's fist also made an ear-piercing crisp sound.
"Ah!!!"
Yang Kui could no longer bear it and let out a mournful cry. That cry caused everyone's heart to tremble.
As Fenghao slowly clenched his fist, his cries became even more miserable, like a pig being cut by a knife.
"Stop!He admits defeat! "
The corner of Yang Chong's mouth twitched. He had no choice but to call out.
He knew that if this went on, Yang Kui would be crippled.
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