The moment the sound sounded, it signaled the official start of the family martial arts meeting.
The whole place fell silent.
"First round, group stage! All contestants are divided into ten groups and distributed to ten competition stages. Now let's start grouping..."
Under the arrangement of the family, many outer-level disciples were assigned to each competition stage.
"No. 188, Arena No. 7!"
Zhao Feng heard this voice and was assigned to the competition stage No. 7.
The rules of the competition are that in each competition stage, there are about fifty people, and the top ten are selected to advance to the next round.
For example, there are fifty-two people in the No. 7 competition stage where Zhao Feng is.
Zhao Feng's left eye swept across the ten groups in the field and found that the family's allocation to each group was regular.
The most obvious point is that the top ten disciples in the outer layer are evenly distributed into ten groups.
For example, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, was assigned to the first group.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were assigned to the second group and the third group...
Doing this will prevent overly powerful disciples from meeting too early.
"Each group has an even distribution of strengths and weaknesses, ensuring that the top ten in each group advance without too much luck."
Zhao Feng nodded secretly.
Next, Zhao Feng began to pay attention to some of the stronger disciples in this group.
In the seventh group, the strongest one is "Zhao Chengang" who ranks seventh among the outer disciples.
Zhao Chengang has a slender and straight figure, and the aura of the third level of martial arts, intimidating some of the nearby disciples.
If you can be ranked among the top ten disciples of the outer layer, you must be exceptional.
What surprised Zhao Feng the most was that in the seventh group, he also met an acquaintance.
It was a charming and beautiful girl in snow robe, and her figure looked so familiar.
"Q."
Zhao Xue forced a smile, looked at Zhao Feng and said nothing.
Zhao Feng just nodded in response.
"Xiaoxue! Don't worry. As Brother Jian gave you just now, I will definitely repair Zhao Feng properly. It's best to injure him so that he won't get a good ranking."
"Zhao Chengang", who ranked first in the group, walked up to Zhao Xue and smiled softly.
"you……"
Zhao Xue's eyes narrowed and she wanted to say something, but she stopped talking.
For some reason, there was an instinct in her heart that she didn't want to see Zhao Feng get a good ranking...
At this moment, the competition allocation for each group began.
"No. 13 vs. No. 65!"
"No. 48 vs. No. 355!"
"No. 179 vs. No. 24!"
…
In each group on the field, the referee warrior's announcement sounded.
In the previous rounds, the winner was decided quickly.
The referees are all warriors from the family, with rich experience and sharp eyesight. They can quickly make judgments on obvious gaps between advantages and disadvantages.
For example, the number one player in this group, "Zhao Chengang," knocked his opponent away with one move without any suspense.
"No. 188 vs. No. 24!"
Finally it was Zhao Feng's turn to appear.
Teng!
He jumped lightly and landed on the competition stage.
On the 24th, he was a young man with a second level of martial arts. He was slightly chubby. When he discovered that Zhao Feng had a third level of martial arts, he suddenly showed a hint of fear.
"Splitting Wind Palm!"
The fat boy gritted his teeth, gathered all his energy and blood, and rushed forward.
What he performs is an intermediate martial art, which relies on swift and violent momentum.
"Yangang Fist!"
Zhao Feng casually punched him forward.
The moment he punched, the referee on stage No. 7 showed a slightly strange expression.
Because what Zhao Feng used was a basic boxing technique!
boom!
The fists and palms clasped together, and the fat boy grunted, and was deflected by Zhao Feng's punch. He stumbled, stumbled, and rolled to the ground.
"No. 188 wins!"
The referee was slightly startled and quickly gave his judgment.
Zhao Feng won so easily in his first appearance.
Because his opponent is not strong, he is not too noticeable.
"Hmph! This kid is really brave enough to use basic boxing techniques!"
Some of the disciples watching the game sneered.
“No. 188 vs. No. 66!
After a while, it was Zhao Feng's turn to play for the second time.
In the group stage, there is a rule that if you lose ten games in total, you will be eliminated, because in the group stage, only ten people are selected from each group.
If you can win twenty games in a row, you can immediately advance to the next round and escape the group stage.
Zhao Feng's second match was a horse-faced boy at the second level of martial arts.
"Yangang Fist!"
Zhao Feng's fists didn't even need to be thought about, like fish swimming through deep sea corals, accurately hitting the opponent's vital points.
Bang!
The horse-faced boy groaned and was knocked to the ground by Zhao Feng's punch.
"Basic boxing again!"
Some of the family members on the field looked calm.
The referee warrior looked a little surprised and said with a deadpan expression: "No. 188 wins!"
This is already Zhao Feng’s second win.
His performance attracted the attention of some Zhao clan disciples.
However, in the next two matches, Zhao Feng won using basic boxing techniques.
Four consecutive wins!
"This kid is so arrogant. He thinks he can be invincible just by relying on basic boxing skills?"
"Hmph! None of his opponents are strong. When he meets an opponent of the same level, it won't be so easy!"
Some of the disciples in the audience sneered at Zhao Feng's performance.
"No. 188 vs. No. 47!"
Finally, in the fifth round, Zhao Feng's opponent was a third-level martial arts disciple who ranked among the top five in the group.
"Zhao Kui! Knock that kid down!"
Under the competition stage, someone shouted.
Many people below have long been dissatisfied with Zhao Feng.
"Boy, that's it."
Zhao Kui's tall body stood in front, with the powerful energy and blood in his body condensed in the muscles of his limbs.
Just by standing in front of him, he can put great pressure on the other disciples of the second level of martial arts.
There are only about 60 outer-level disciples participating in the competition, who are at the third level of martial arts.
Therefore, every disciple of the third level of martial arts is considered a strong person in this group.
"Show your skills."
Zhao Feng smiled indifferently, he didn't pay attention to the ordinary third level martial arts.
"Hahaha... if you have the ability, then use basic boxing techniques."
Zhao Kui gave a long laugh and looked like a lion, carrying a heavy wind and pounced on Zhao Feng.
"The Lion King is angry!"
The energy and blood all over Zhao Kui's body condensed and exploded, blending into the weight of his body, creating a terrifying impact on Zhao Feng.
Even a strong man at the third level of martial arts would not dare to collide head-on with such a powerful force.
"Haha, not bad! Take my move - Yan Gang Fist!"
Zhao Feng's figure flashed, and he actually took the initiative to meet Zhao Kui, and even moved his body below him.
Is it Yan Gang Fist again?
Some of the kids in the audience almost fainted.
call!
Zhao Feng punched out, as if accompanied by a ball of fierce flames, it collided fiercely with Zhao Kui's body.
Poof——
A dull and heavy sound exploded on the No. 7 competition platform.
Immediately, a howl came.
Bang pit!
Zhao Kui's body, as tall as a tiger, lay on the ground with several of his teeth broken.
What!
All the kids in the audience were shocked.
"No. 188, Zhao Feng wins!"
The referee warriors were a bit unbelievable when they gave their verdicts.
It’s basic boxing again!
Five consecutive wins!
This undoubtedly slapped some family members hard in the face.
"Basic boxing skills...how is this possible..."
Zhao Kui walked off the stage with a livid face.
After defeating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng's next competition became even easier.
Five consecutive wins...six consecutive wins...seven consecutive wins...
Later, some opponents who were below the third level of martial arts simply gave up after seeing him.
On Arena No. 7, the only one with the same winning streak is "Zhao Chengang" who ranks first in the group.
"It turns out that this kid has practiced basic boxing to the peak level. No wonder he is so powerful. This must be the result of specializing in basic boxing. Hum, when you meet me, I will let you taste the power of advanced martial arts..."
Zhao Chengang sneered secretly.
So far, Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang, who can be called the "two heroes" of the No. 7 competition stage, have maintained a winning streak.
"Which one of you is more powerful, Zhao Feng or Zhao Chengang?"
"Zhao Chengang should have a better chance of winning, but Zhao Feng is not weak either. He is obviously a dark horse."
The family members near the competition stage were talking a lot.
Like other groups, there is one strongest person who is invincible all the way.
For example, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian were superior in strength to the entire group, and most of their opponents along the way abstained.
Especially Zhao Yijian's display of strength was so terrifying that he could kill someone with just one strike, and his opponents basically gave up.
Only in Group 7, there is a situation of "two heroes advancing together".
Many people in the audience were looking forward to the encounter between Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang.
In Zhao Feng's twelfth game, he met an acquaintance.
That is Zhao Xue!
This is an awkward opponent.
"Xiaoxue, give up."
Zhao Feng looked calm.
Zhao Xue just barely reached the second level peak and could never be his opponent.
At this time, even Zhao Yijian at the No. 2 competition stage was watching the situation here.
"Admit defeat? I won't!"
Zhao Xue bit her silver teeth, and a hint of stubbornness appeared on her pretty and pretty face.
She couldn't allow herself to admit defeat to Zhao Feng like this.
In the beginning, when she was in Qingye Town, Zhao Xue had always admired and admired Zhao Feng, thinking that he was the most outstanding young man in the town.
However, after entering the Zhao clan in Yuyang City, she realized that Qingye Town was so small...
As a weak woman, in an unfamiliar and cruel environment, she resolutely made a choice and climbed up to Zhao Yijian, who ranked among the top three in the outer class.
Although Zhao Feng never accepted her, Zhao Xue refused to admit defeat to her original choice.
"All right!"
Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.
"Wind Hands!"
Zhao Xuejiao scolded, her slender figure was like a wisp of breeze, blending into the continuous palm, pointing directly at Zhao Feng's temple.
"Flowing Wind Hands" is a set of intermediate and peak martial arts, suitable for women to practice, and is good at using softness to overcome strength.
In terms of skill level, "Piao Feng Shou" is equivalent to Zhao Feng's "Wrathful Dragon Fist", but it can restrain the latter, and it can also restrain the fierce style of "Yangang Fist".
"Yangang Fist!"
Zhao Feng remained unmoved, and struck out with a simple and basic punch, slowly and quickly.
Bang bang!
One punch and one palm, overlapped together.
Immediately, Zhao Xue snorted, her body was unstable, and she was about to fall down.
well!
Zhao Feng sighed softly and stretched out his hand to support Zhao Xue.
After all... the other party was a child of the same race who grew up together, and he couldn't bear it to some extent.
"Point the wind finger!"
Unexpectedly, the moment Zhao Xue was supported by him, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her jade finger drew a sharp thorn, pointing directly at Zhao Feng's chest.
The sudden change in this scene made many family members on the scene shout in surprise.
The referee warrior was also stunned.
At such a close distance, Zhao Feng reached out to support Zhao Xue and was almost unable to dodge.
"snort!"
A trace of anger appeared on Zhao Feng's face, and a strong energy and blood emerged from his body. His arms and body shook, sending Zhao Xue flying away.
thump!
Zhao Xue screamed, vomited out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the competition arena, fell to pieces, and groaned.
"No. 188 Zhao Fengsheng."
The referee warrior gave an indifferent verdict and at the same time glanced at Zhao Xue with disdain.
Obviously, Zhao Xue's performance just now even made the referee feel ashamed.
"Snow!"
Zhao Yijian, who was on stage No. 2, exclaimed and flew over.
Zhao Feng walked down the competition stage with an indifferent expression. He never expected that Zhao Xue would attack him under such circumstances.
"Boy... let's see! When you meet me, you will know what shame is."
There was a sinister and cold light in Zhao Yijian's eyes.
"I'm looking forward to it too."
Zhao Feng turned around and left, never looking at Zhao Xue again.
He also vaguely heard Zhao Xue's voice: "Brother Jian, you must avenge me..."
After defeating Zhao Xue, Zhao Feng achieved twelve consecutive victories.
Looking at this trend, he has a set of basic boxing skills that will sweep the No. 7 competition stage.
In the entire No. 7 competition stage, only "Zhao Chengang", who ranked first in the group, had the same record as him.
"With six more games left, I can advance to the next round."
Zhao Feng appeared calm and calm throughout the competition.
However.
In the fifteenth round of the competition, Zhao Feng met "Zhao Chengang" who ranked first in the group.
The situation of "two heroes advancing side by side" in the No. 7 competition stage has finally reached a climax!
"Finally met!"
The children of the Zhao clan in the seventh group breathed a long sigh of relief as if they were relieved of a heavy burden, and they all showed excitement.
Even some contestants from other groups are looking here eagerly and expectantly.
interesting!
The referee on stage No. 7 showed a smile.
"Boy, I finally met you. If you have the ability, you can continue to use basic boxing techniques."
Zhao Chengang licked his tongue, with a playful smile in his eyes.
In terms of strength, Zhao Chengang ranked among the top ten disciples of the Outer Level, and he practiced advanced martial arts, which was three levels higher than basic boxing.
If Zhao Feng still dares to use basic boxing techniques, it is tantamount to asking for humiliation!
At this time, the eyes of many Zhao clan members on the field were attracted here.
"Why not? I'll continue to use basic boxing techniques."
Zhao Feng said neither salty nor bland.
What! Still using basic boxing techniques?
There was an uproar on the field, accompanied by more shock and gasps.
"Did this kid take the wrong medicine?"
"It's so arrogant! Does he really think he can sweep the group stage with his basic boxing skills?"
…
"Still...still using basic boxing techniques?"
The referee's face twitched violently.
Even from the referee's perspective, he felt that Zhao Feng was too much!
As the opponent, Zhao Chengang, the smile on his face suddenly froze, as if he had been slapped hard...