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Chapter 21 – Maximum Level

Clearly, Zhao Feng's words caused anger. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.


“Hmph! This guy is too cocky.”


“Zhao Chengang! Lower her!”


The disturbance caused others to look.


“Core ranked martial arts? That's kind of interesting.” A quiet girl smiled as she looked interestingly. He was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth among the inner disciples.


Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to enter the preliminary round. With his cultivation he could defeat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue, their difference was simply too great.


"good. Good. Alrighty! I'll see..how strong your core rank martial arts are!” Zhao Chengang's face was deadly. The opponent's appearance slapped his face!


"Flowing Wind Fists!" Zhao Chengang suppressed his anger and used the high-level skill Flowing Wind Fist.


This boxing skill uses strength and speed to defeat the opponent. His attack was like a raging storm.


Zhao Chengang's strength was good in the expectations of the crowd. His strength approached Quasi Martial Artist and did not disappoint. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing a seventh rank outer disciple, was he still using a core rank martial art?


Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.


“Fire Metal Boxing!” That simple punch emitted a red light.


It was a core martial art again!


"It's Flaming Metal Fist again!"


"He still uses core ranked martial arts?" Sect disciple Zhao was shocked. Many of them thought Zhao Feng was just joking, and he wouldn't do it.


However, in truth, he was even crazier than expected!


"Son, fall!" Zhao Chengang's eyes looked like they could spout fire as both of his fists smashed into Zhao Feng. The power contained within his fist made many Zhao sect disciples shout.


"Normal third rank cultivators won't even be able to take this one hit."


"Not bad, the Flowing Wind Fists had reached a low level, it was clear that he had trained hard!" Even some of the older generations nodded.


the pah!


The two figures clashed together, fist against fist.


"Down!" Zhao Chengang pushed his Flowing Wind Fist to the maximum. If he were to use a high-level martial art and could not defeat Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how could he gain a leg among the outermost ten disciples?


"Open!" Zhao Feng was calm. His fists looked lively and easily blocked Zhao Chengang's fists.


The explosion!


The burns on Zhao Chengang's fist made his fist numb as he was pushed back two steps, while Zhao Feng only trembled but did not move.


“. How is this possible?" Zhao Chengang was surprised. He had thought that he could defeat Zhao Feng in one hit, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!


"What's going on!" The Zhao sect disciples around stopped.


“I can't believe.it was an accident! It was unintentionally about my movement weakness. ” Zhao Chengang howled as he pounced back using the Flowing Wind Fist.


Pa!


Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were balanced, Zhao Chengang was restricted.


"It's really a core martial arts skill ….. How'd he do that?"


"How can a core ranked martial art win when facing a high ranked martial art?"


Sect disciple Zhao was confused.


One movement. Two gestures. Three moves..


Each time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.


When two people of the same rank fight, it is normal for one side to win. However, using a core ranked martial art when fighting against a high ranked martial art was unheard of.


What the hell is going on?


Zhao Chengang went crazy as he used all his strength.


Many looked towards the judges and the older generation of the sect.


"Zhao Fengs conscience and battle skills far surpassed Zhao Chengang." The judge hesitated. His analysis did not satisfy people.


"Hehe, this kid has trained his core ranking skills to ‘level max’." An old voice sounded from the crowd. It was an old man who had a white beard. That's the main jury of this contest.


Maximum level?


Some judges quickly nodded their heads. Everyone knew that the higher the skill level, the more damage was given. However, this does not apply to everything!


For example, when one trains a low-level martial art to a high level, and another trains a high-level skill to a low level, the, a high-level martial art would not be as powerful as a low-level martial art.


Usually, the levels are: Beginner, low, high, and peak levels.


Normally, someone who trained martial arts to the peak level was already extremely rare. However, a peak level does not mean that it is the limit. Above the peak level is the maximum level!


The maximum level means that the skill has been trained to at least ninety-nine percent of its full potential. Arguably ‘perfect’.


“Although there seems to be a small difference between the max level and the peak level, the distance is huge! The difference is even greater than the difference between low level and high level!” The chief judge smiled faintly.


"But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight on par with Zhao Chengang." A martial artist still did not understand.


After all, a high ranked martial arts skill was three levels higher than a core ranked martial arts skill, and Zhao Chengang had trained a high ranked martial art to a low level.


"You're right! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art could barely fight on par with the low level of a high ranked martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Fengs body strength, reaction speed, fighting awareness etc all far exceeded Zhao Chengang.”


The grand jury praised. Through his explanation, the crowd now understood completely.


Right at this moment, the battle at the seventh stage was changing.


"Zhao Feng started attacking now!"


"Yes God! Very fast speed! ”


the pah! Pa! Bengs..


The eyes of the audience were attracted at the seventh stage, only to see Zhao Fengs defense turn into offense. His fists had surpassed what Flaming Metal Fists could achieve.


Speed, strength, all attack the opponent's weakness. Zhao Chengang, who was in a frenzied state, immediately fumbled and was hit by one of Zhao Feng's punches.


Pah”


Zhao Chengang screamed as his shoulder slipped out of its sockets.


"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!" The seventh judge said with a sigh.


A hua!


The seventh group became in an uproar.


"Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang just by using a core rank martial art!"


"Difficult to believe! Zhao Chengang ranked first in the group . ”


Zhao Feng won the fifteenth match. This means he is now the strongest in group seven.


At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei all turned their heads.


"Maximum level? When the martial artist held a lecture, I felt all the movements of the Flaming Metal Fist disappear from my mind ….. Maybe this is why. ” Zhao Feng understands.


When he returned from college he felt that his core ranked martial arts had reached its peak, where he could fight against pseudo-martial artists. And Zhao Chengang's strength had just reached a quasi martial artist.


"Not bad. It seems like the outer disciple has a dark horse. ” The main judge smiles.


“Martial arts core rank. Even though he has trained him to the maximum level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core rank martial arts were only core rank! ” A middle-aged man smiles thinly.


"Oh?" The chief judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.


The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian's father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced towards Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.


"really. The potential of core ranked martial arts was limited. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train him to the maximum level, which meant that he would not have much time left to practice other skills.. Very unfortunate.” As the main judge spoke to here, he shook his head.


“Hmph! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art? ” Zhao Yijian looked at Zhao Feng mockingly. In his eyes, core rank martial arts were trash.


The white-clothed girl looked at Zhao Feng in surprise, "Sister Yijian, you have to defeat him."


“Xueer, it's okay. I only need three to ten moves at most! But I won't let him get away with it that easily, I will also humiliate him.” Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was so loud that many people present heard him.


At this moment, Zhao Fengs eyes were fixed on them.


Their four eyes met. While Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold, Zhao Feng smiled faintly.


"Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number two hundred and thirty-three!"


The group contest continues.


After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang, he had no more opponents who became his opponents on the seventh stage.


Sixteen victories.. Seventeen wins.. Eighteen wins


Most of the people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they were exhausted in one fist.


"It's too embarrassing to lose against a core ranked martial art!"


The Zhao sect disciples looked at Zhao Feng like he had an illness.


Eighteen wins. Nineteen wins ... Twenty wins in a row!


Finally Zhao Feng won twenty matches in a row, allowing him to proceed to the next round!