As soon as Zhao Feng said this, it immediately caused an uproar.
Especially the children of the Zhao clan in the seventh group almost collectively developed hatred towards Zhao Feng.
"That's unreasonable! This guy is too arrogant!"
"Zhao Chengang, beat him down!"
The commotion here caused the family members in other groups to look askance.
"Basic martial arts? It's a bit interesting."
Among the spectators, there was a quiet girl named Biyue Tingting, with a smile on her lips and a hint of interest.
The person who spoke was none other than "Zhao Qin" who ranked fourth among the inner disciples.
As a member of the inner tier, Zhao Qin does not need to participate in the preliminaries, and her level of cultivation is enough to surpass all the family members on the field. Even Zhao Yue, who is ranked first in the outer tier, is one level behind her.
"Okay, okay! Basic martial arts... I want to learn some lessons!"
Zhao Chengang's complexion turned green and white, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.
The other party's performance was a complete insult and disregard for the first place in his group.
"Flowing Wind Fist!"
The anger under Zhao Chengang's gloomy face poured out and exploded with that punch as fast as thunder.
As soon as Fang made a move, he used the advanced martial arts "Liu Feng Fist".
This boxing technique uses speed and momentum to overwhelm people. Those who are masters of the boxing technique can sweep away the fallen leaves in the autumn wind and attack like a violent storm.
The power of Zhao Chengang's moves was completely beyond everyone's expectation. His strength was close to that of a quasi-martial artist, and he lived up to his reputation of being first in the group and seventh in the outer level.
However, most people are paying attention to Zhao Feng.
Facing a powerful opponent who is seventh in the outer tier and first in the group, will Zhao Feng still use basic boxing techniques?
Zhao Feng is calm and calm, and his actions speak for themselves.
"Yangang Fist!"
A simple and unpretentious punch, like a whistling ball of flame, interpreting the infinite passion of life, fulfilling one's wishes and perfect, as if it were made in heaven.
It’s basic boxing again!
In the Tianwu Field, the eyes of many Zhao clan disciples were attracted by Zhao Feng's movements.
"Yangang Fist again!"
"He still uses basic boxing techniques?"
Some of the Zhao clan's children were dumbfounded, with faces full of astonishment.
Many people thought that Zhao Feng was just talking about it, but in fact he didn't dare to make such a big deal.
But the real situation is even crazier than they imagined!
"Boy, you are so arrogant, get down here——"
Zhao Chengang's eyes could almost spit out fire, and his fists were like meteors and storms, as powerful as thunder, making the air nearby faintly suffocate.
The power of that punch made many Zhao clan disciples on the field shout and applaud.
"I'm afraid a third-level ordinary martial artist wouldn't be able to withstand this punch."
"Not bad, I have made a small success of "Liu Feng Fist" and got a little bit of the essence!"
Even some family elders nodded.
Bang bang bang——
The two figures approached in the blink of an eye, and fist after fist struck each other forcefully.
"Get down here!"
Zhao Chengang was so angry that he devoted his whole life to bringing "Liu Feng Fist" to its limit.
He was using advanced martial arts. If he couldn't defeat Zhao Feng with just three or two moves, how could he have the dignity to stay in the top ten?
"open!"
Zhao Feng's eyes were calm and calm, and his boxing technique seemed to be spiritual, like a ball of fiery fire burning in the void, intercepting Zhao Chengang's fist at a subtle moment.
Bang!
Zhao Chengang's figure was shaken, and a fierce and explosive aura made his fists almost numb. He lost control of his body and took two steps back.
As for his opponent, Zhao Feng, his figure only swayed slightly.
"……How can this be!"
Zhao Chengang looked shocked and disbelieving.
The punch that I thought could knock Zhao Feng down was actually knocked back lightly.
"what happened!"
The children of the Zhao clan near the No. 7 competition stage were all stunned.
"I don't believe it...it must have been a coincidence just now! That kid hit me by mistake and hit the weak point of my move."
Zhao Chengang roared furiously, activated "Flowing Fist" again, and rushed towards Zhao Feng crazily.
"Yangang's fourth form!"
Zhao Feng was calm and calm, still using basic boxing techniques.
Bang bang!
The two clashed again, and in a head-on collision, Zhao Chengang was knocked back again.
Although there was no winner in the confrontation between the two, Zhao Chengang was slightly suppressed.
"It's really basic boxing...how did he do it?"
Some of the disciples watching the battle were shocked and a little at a loss.
"How can basic boxing skills compete with advanced martial arts and still have the upper hand?"
Many descendants of the Zhao clan were puzzled.
One move...two moves...three moves...
Seeing Zhao Chengang being repelled by Zhao Feng again and again.
Both of them are of the same level and have their own strengths and weaknesses, which is normal.
However, it is really appalling that basic boxing techniques can still suppress advanced martial arts.
what is going on?
Zhao Chengang's expression was almost crazy, and he was attacking with all his might.
As a result, many people turned their attention to the referee and some family elders on the spectator stand.
"Zhao Feng's combat awareness and practical skills are far superior to Zhao Chengang's, and his mentality is calm enough."
One referee said somewhat uncertainly.
His analysis is obviously unsatisfactory.
"Haha, this guy has actually mastered a set of basic boxing techniques to a 'perfect' state."
An old voice came from the center of the viewing platform.
The speaker was an old man with a white beard, who was the "chief referee" of this qualifying match and had very senior qualifications.
The state of perfection?
Some referees nodded one after another and immediately came to their senses.
As we all know, the higher the level of martial arts, the greater the power.
But this is not absolute!
There are high and low levels of martial arts, but different people practice and have different levels of fire.
For example, one person has practiced low-level martial arts to great perfection, while another person has just started to learn high-level martial arts. In this way, the person who practices high-level martial arts is no match for the person who practices low-level martial arts.
Generally speaking, martial arts that increase power are divided into four realms: Beginner's Stage, Small Stage's Stage, Dacheng Stage, and Peak Stage.
Among them, the peak state is 90% fire level.
It is very rare for ordinary people to be able to practice martial arts to the peak level.
However, the peak state does not mean the highest.
Above this, there is a higher realm of "perfection".
The so-called perfection means that its temperature reaches at least 99% or more, and even tends to perfection without any flaws.
"Although there seems to be little difference between the perfection state and the peak state, the former is to practice a set of skills to perfection, return to nature, and even break away from the shackles of the martial arts moves themselves. Therefore, the gap between the perfection state and the peak state is,
It’s even bigger than the gap between Xiao Cheng and Dacheng!”
The referee said with a smile.
"But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to draw with Zhao Chengang."
There was a warrior next to him who still didn't understand.
After all, advanced martial arts are three levels higher than basic martial arts, and Zhao Chengang has also practiced advanced martial arts to a minor level.
"That's right! The basic boxing skills of the Perfect Realm can barely compete with the advanced martial arts of the Xiaocheng Realm. But you can also see to some extent that Zhao Feng's Qi and blood strength, reaction ability, psychological quality, combat awareness, etc.
They are all better than Zhao Chengang, and he is indeed a material that can be built."
The referee said with slight admiration.
After his explanation, everyone finally understood.
At this moment, the battle situation on the No. 7 competition stage changed.
"Zhao Feng started to fight back!"
"Oh my god! It's so fast!"
Many eyes were attracted to Competition Stage No. 7.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
It was then that Zhao Feng changed from defense to attack, and his boxing attack was like a horse flying in the air, seemingly transcending the limitations of the "Yangang Fist" itself.
His offensive, speed, power, etc. are impeccable and always hit the mark.
Zhao Chengang, who was originally furious, suddenly became confused and was punched by Zhao Feng.
Bang bang——
Zhao Chengang was punched on the shoulder, and he screamed, his joints were dislocated, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely.
"No. 188, Zhao Fengsheng!"
The referee on the No. 7 competition stage took a long breath, with surprise and doubt in his eyes.
Wow!
There was a sensation among the Zhao clan disciples in Group No. 7.
"Zhao Feng actually defeated Zhao Chengang, using basic boxing techniques!"
"I can't believe it! Zhao Chengang is number one in the group..."
In awe, Zhao Feng completely defeated Zhao Chengang and won 15 consecutive victories.
This also means that he became the first person in the seventh group.
Such an aura of victory made him the focus of attention among the outer disciples for the first time.
At this moment, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Qian and others in the top three all looked sideways at Zhao Feng.
"Perfect state? The last time the instructor gave a lecture, I felt that the understanding of Yan Gang Fist's moves had completely disappeared from my mind... This is probably the reason."
Zhao Feng understood in his heart.
Since returning from that class, he felt that his basic boxing skills had reached a new level, and he could probably rival a would-be martial artist.
However, Zhao Chengang's strength was barely close to that of a quasi-martial artist.
"Yes, among the outer disciples, a dark horse has emerged."
The referee smiled slightly.
"After practicing basic boxing to a perfect state, it was really unexpected. But... when I met my son 'Zhao Yijian', I was defeated miserably. Basic martial arts is just the foundation after all!
A middle-aged warrior next to him smiled calmly.
"oh?"
The chief referee showed a hint of interest on his face and looked at the middle-aged warrior who spoke.
The other party is Zhao Yijian's father.
The middle-aged warrior smiled and did not answer, his eyes fell on Zhao Yijian of Team No. 2, looking very confident.
"That's right, the potential of basic martial arts is limited after all. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of energy cultivating basic boxing skills to a perfect state and has no time to practice other high-level martial arts... It's a pity."
The referee couldn't help but shook his head when he finished speaking.
"Hmph! Perfect state? Basic martial arts?"
Zhao Yijian from Team 2 had a sarcastic look on his face.
In his eyes, basic martial arts is not worth mentioning at all, even if you practice it to a perfect state.
The snow-robed girl next to her looked at Zhao Feng, who was making a sensation at this moment. Her bright eyes dimmed, she bit her lip slightly and whispered: "Brother Jian, you must defeat him."
"Xue'er, don't worry. Defeat him with as little as three moves or as many as ten moves! However, I don't want to take advantage of him so easily. I will definitely humiliate him when the time comes."
Zhao Yijian said confidently.
His voice was so loud that many people on the field heard it.
At this moment, Zhao Feng's eyes happened to fall here.
The two looked at each other, Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold and his expression was sinister.
Zhao Feng looked calm, half smiling but not smiling.
"No. 188 vs. No. 233!"
The group stage is still going on.
Since Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chenfeng, he has no opponent on the No. 7 competition stage.