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Chapter 25 – Upper Outdoor Student (2)

"Inner strength!"


Ssss!


Cold breaths sounded throughout the field. Everyone was really surprised.


The white-bearded judge stood up and muttered, "Fourteen years old and he already understands the principle of Inner Strength. It could be said that he would easily become a martial artist. His talent could be compared to Zhao Linlong!”


The attention of the crowd was once again focused on Zhao Feng. This was the new king of the outer disciples.


Zhao Feng looked at his fists in disbelief. He had seen Zhao Yijian's arm break, seeing his sword break in two..


He even refrained from using all his strength. Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's injury wouldn't have been as simple as a broken arm. At least half of his arms would be useless. If it was a normal third rank cultivator, this blow would kill him instantly.


"This is the power of inner strength." Zhao Feng trembled with excitement.


The disciples in the crowd looked at Zhao Feng with fear. They now understood the difference in strength between a Martial Student and a Martial Artist.


"Zhao Feng won!" The judge glanced at Zhao Feng deeply. Even though he was biased towards Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.


Not only did it win, it won at full strength!


“Jianer!” Zhao Tianjian shouted and appeared beside Zhao Yijian. His speed was so fast that the people nearby only saw a blur.


"What speed!" Zhao Feng estimated that Zhao Yijian's father might have reached the sixth rank of the martial path.


The sixth rank of the martial path was a peak Martial Artist. One step further meant becoming a Martial Master.


"I'm lost. I can't believe it.” Zhao Yijian could not feel his left arm.


"Call an alchemist!" Zhao Tianjian saw that there was a possibility that his son's arm was useless.


"Young man! What does this mean?" Zhao Tianjian had a killer in his eyes as he looked towards Zhao Feng.


The aura of the sixth rank of the martial path caused great pressure towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng felt as if the air had frozen. Every word he spoke would consume a lot of energy. He was lucky to have his own inner strength to counter Zhao Tianjian's aura.


the pah! the pah!


The faint green light within his left eye, which was originally three feet and nine-tenths of a foot, began to creep towards the four-foot mark ……


Under the pressure, Zhao Feng had increased his cultivation.


"Good! Now I have the requirement to break through to the fourth rank! ” Zhao Feng laughed.


After experiencing a great battle and then being under Zhao Tianjian's pressure, it helped him increase his cultivation.


His small change did not fool Zhao Tianjian's eyes.


Can't let him live!


Zhao Tianjian felt that Zhao Feng was a threat to him, “Young man, you are only a lowly branch disciple. Because of injuring my son's arm, I will take your cultivation.”


The soup!


In an instant, Zhao Tianjian jumped towards Zhao Feng.


No fine!


Zhao Feng felt a great danger coming towards him.


Lucky he was on guard. As strength began to condense within Zhao Tianjian's body, Zhao Feng had seen it with his left eye.


Teng!


Zhao Feng did not even think at all as he pushed the Lightly Floating Ferry to its limit. He jumped over ten meters and barely managed to dodge the attack. However, he knew that this was the only chance he had to avoid.


When Zhao Tianjian missed, he knew something was wrong, "Die!"


He used his own footwork skills to follow Zhao Feng.


"Light Floating Wave!" Zhao Feng jumped double in the air and ran towards the high-status people of the sect.


He knew that Zhao Tianjian only had middle-top status within the sect. The higher level of the sect would not allow Zhao Feng's cultivation to be crippled in front of them.


Sou!


Zhao Feng ran towards his target with his fastest speed.


“Ga! This kid.” Zhao Tianjian understood Zhao Feng's intention.


“Zhao Tianjian! Stop that!" A deep voice as loud as thunder boomed. Accompanying this voice, a powerful aura formed above the head. It was a white-bearded old man. He stood in front of Zhao Tianjian.


No fine! This is the chief judge!


Zhao Tianjian knew that he was someone of the seventh rank or higher. However, Zhao Feng was right before his eyes! He didn't want to let her go like this! Zhao Tianjian clenched his teeth as he faced the elder.


"Down!"


An invisible hand slammed down.


Pa!


Zhao Tianjian felt his strength dissipate as he spat out a mouthful of blood.


Attack through the air! How strong!


It was clear that the main judge had mastered the Power of Transformation, a higher level of Inner Strength.


"Older! This Zhao Feng is deadly and cunning! He broke my son's arm! How can you not punish him?" Zhao Tianijan half kneeled on the ground as he spoke in fear.


“Hmph! Who is deadly? When Zhao Feng attacked, he had already refrained from using all of his strength, or the result would not be as simple as a broken arm! His arm would at least be paralyzed, or could even die as a result!” said judge.


Zhao Tianjian immediately understood.


Zhao Feng clenched his fists filled with cold sweat and looked gratefully at the elder. The elder seemed to notice this and returned his smile with praise in his eyes.


This disorder does not affect the rest of the game.


“He beat Zhao Yijian.” Zhao Xue's face was stiff. He had a feeling as if he had fallen from heaven and into an abyss.


In his eyes, that familiar figure was now the king of the outer disciples.


Now, Zhao Feng was without a doubt the best among the outer disciples.


Seventy victories seventy-one victories..


Zhao Fengs record continued to rise. Most of his opponents immediately gave up.


Even when he faced Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng only needed to use his inner strength to directly destroy the opponent's Metal Body.


Zhao Fengs strength was no longer a pseudo martial artist, it had reached a half-step martial artist! A half-step martial artist was when one had inner strength and had reached a pseudo-martial artist at the same time. To a certain extent, it was equal to the fourth rank.


However, there was an unexpected turn.


Zhao Yufei still had a perfect line.


At Zhao Yufei's eighty match, he met Zhao Yue.


“Telapak Butterflies!”


Zhao Yufei shouted as his jade-like hand unleashed an incredible force.


The crack!


Zhao Yue's metal body once again broke.


"Yes God! This is Inner Strength again! ”


No one had expected that there would be anyone else who understood Inner Strength other than Zhao Feng.


"Interesting!" The chief judge smiled faintly.


However Zhao Feng's expression did not change when Zhao Yufei used inner strength.


He had already seen the inner strength lurking within Zhao Yufei's blood with his left eye.


That day, when the coach gave his lecture, many outer disciples had gained some insights, with Zhao Feng gaining the most.


This was because he had the help of his left eye and had trained the Air Pushing Breathing Technique to the peak of his third level.


Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to form an inner strength.


In comparison, Zhao Yufei was slower than him by half a month.


“It looks like the first place has not been decided.”


The crowd was anticipating the clash between Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.


Finally, when Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei each won the ninety match, they met.


"start."


Although Zhao Yufei had inner strength, Zhao Feng was not afraid of him.


"I know there's still some difference between you and me. But I won't give up." Zhao Yufei's smile was like an open flower.


"The Enraged Dragon Fist!" Zhao Feng started with his peak level, a middle rank martial art.


The reason he was able to defeat Zhao Yijian so badly was not just because of his inner strength. It was because Angry Dragon Fist was already at the peak of middle rank martial arts and when used, its damage exceeded the damage given by high rank martial arts trained to low level.


Furthermore, Zhao Feng's Angry Dragon Fist was nearing its maximum level.


If Angry Dragon Fists could reach their maximum level, he could easily win against the Cold Flowing Sword that trained to a high level.


the pah! Pa!


The two exchanged blows.


As expected, Zhao Yufei was not as strong as Zhao Feng.


After all, Zhao Feng had a stronger foundation of inner strength and his speed was faster. Although Zhao Yufei had high-ranked speed skills, it was no faster than Zhao Fengs Lightly Floating Ferries.


Zhao Feng's attack became even faster.


Zhao Yufei started to blush as he felt his strength thin.


Good opportunity!


Zhao Feng's left eye easily locked a flaw and his fist hit Zhao Yufei's shoulder.


"Thank you for going so easily." Zhao Yufei's body trembled but he then flipped in the air and landed on the ground.


It was clear that Zhao Feng's punch had been restrained, or else he would end up similar to Zhao Yijian.


"No problem." Zhao Feng smiled, he really liked Zhao Yufei's attitude.


After defeating Zhao Yufei, there were no more opponents left to become his opponents. All his opponents admitted defeat.


"I'm giving up!"


"I'm giving up!"


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Half an hour later Zhao Feng finally finished his serious battle, and with his score, easily reached the number one title among the outer disciples.