The sound of startled breathing spread throughout every corner of the Tianwu Field.
The descendants of the Zhao clan present, the referees of the martial arts arena, the elders of the clan, and other senior officials were all shocked.
On the viewing platform, the white-bearded chief referee stood up with excitement: "I have realized the inner strength of martial arts at the age of fourteen, and the position of a warrior is easily obtained. With such a talent, I must be the next Zhao Linlong!"
Many eyes in the audience were focused on Zhao Feng, focusing on this new outer king!
Zhao Feng breathed heavily and looked at his fist in disbelief. He watched Zhao Yijian fly out, his arm was broken, and the sword was broken into two pieces.
This was the punch he had just made, and he had some reservations. When he broke Zhao Yijian's sword with one punch, he barely regained some of his inner strength in martial arts.
Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's injury would never result in a broken arm, at least the entire arm would be disabled.
If it were a normal third-level martial arts person, this punch might directly shatter his organs and kill him on the spot.
"This is the power of martial arts inner strength..."
Zhao Feng's heart trembled slightly.
Around the competition stage, some Zhao clan disciples were shocked and frightened.
At this time, they finally understood the real difference between martial disciples and warriors.
"Zhao Fengsheng!"
Only then did the referee react. He looked deeply at Zhao Feng and gave his verdict.
Even when he deliberately favored Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.
Not only did he win, he also shocked the outside world with his absolute strength!
With absolute strength, no amount of injustice can stop him.
"Jian'er!"
Zhao Tianjian roared, a purple cold aura surged from his body, and with a "swish", he flashed in front of Zhao Yijian.
Its speed was so horrifying that those next to it could only see a passing shadow.
"What a speed!"
Zhao Feng estimated that Zhao Yijian's father's strength might have reached the terrifying level of the sixth level of martial arts.
The sixth level of martial arts is already the pinnacle of the ordinary warrior realm. If you take another step, you can reach the level of a martial arts master.
"I lost...I actually..."
Zhao Yijian was in agony, sweating profusely, and his arm completely lost his sense of intuition.
Come to the pharmacist!
Zhao Tianjian screamed as hard as he could. Judging from his son's injuries, that arm might even be disabled.
"Junior! What's your intention of being so harsh in a mere competition?"
Zhao Tianjian looked at Zhao Feng with a cold look on his face, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The terrifying aura of the sixth level of martial arts, under the influence of its powerful aura and the inner strength of martial arts, forms an invisible force of oppression.
Zhao Feng's body swayed, and his whole body's energy, blood and breathing seemed to be frozen, and it took great effort to even speak.
Fortunately, he possesses the inner strength of martial arts, activating the light blue aura in his body, and fights with tenacity and willpower.
Thump! Thump!
There was a frequent beating in the left eye. In the dark space, the spiral halo slowly extended. On the basis of three feet and nine, it continued to move forward, infinitely close to four feet.
Under unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng's energy, energy, and potential in his body were further squeezed.
"Great! I am now fully qualified to attack the fourth level of martial arts."
Zhao Feng was ecstatic.
After going through a battle, and now suffering from Zhao Tianjian's oppression, it actually promoted his own progress.
The subtle changes in his body naturally did not escape Zhao Tianjian's eyes.
This child cannot be kept!
Zhao Tianjian felt the pressure of a potential crisis, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Junior, you are just a descendant of a branch, and you dare to hurt my son's arm, then I will abolish your cultivation."
Whoosh!
As soon as the afterimage swept away, Zhao Tianjian rushed towards Zhao Feng.
not good!
Zhao Feng felt a huge crisis coming.
Fortunately, he was wary of Zhao Tianjian, and his left eye was fully focused on him.
In the moment triggered by the energy, blood and martial arts energy in Zhao Tianjian's body, he predicted the opponent's attack direction.
Teng!
Without thinking, Zhao Feng used "Piao Ling Du" to the limit, leaping nearly ten meters high, narrowly dodging the opponent's blow.
But he understood that facing a powerful warrior at the sixth level of martial arts, he only had one chance to dodge.
Zhao Tianjian missed a move and realized something was wrong. He was frightened and angry and shouted: "Death!"
He also used the Light Body Technique, leaped into the air, and grabbed Zhao Feng.
"Piaolingxudu!"
Zhao Feng was in mid-air, regenerated his power for the second time, took a step forward, and went straight to the high-ranking members of the clan at the viewing platform.
Because he understands that Zhao Tianjian is only a middle-level and high-level person in the clan, and the elders and high-level people present will never allow him to act recklessly.
Whoosh!
Zhao Feng barely dodged Zhao Tianjian's killing move and floated towards the viewing platform.
"Damn it! This kid..."
Zhao Tianjian understood Zhao Feng's intention.
"Zhao Tianjian, stop!"
A voice as powerful as thunder descended from the void.
Following those words, an extremely powerful breath came from the top of his head.
An old man with a white beard, with a white aura lingering all over his body, like feathers, stood above Zhao Tianjian's head.
Oops! It’s the referee!
Zhao Tianjian was under great pressure. He was facing the elders of his clan and masters of the seventh level or above of martial arts.
However, with Zhao Feng right in front of him, he was extremely unwilling to give in and gritted his teeth to force his way through.
"Get down!
A majestic and angry voice came from above.
The chief referee was not seen approaching, and a transparent and white breath spun into an invisible air palm, which was slapped hard.
Bang bang!
Zhao Tianjian's martial arts energy collapsed all over his body, he spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and lay on the ground.
Injuring people from a distance is such a terrible method!
Everyone around was silent. It was obvious that the chief referee had cultivated his inner strength in martial arts to the transformation state, and could kill ordinary warriors through the air with a snap of his fingers.
"Elder! This Zhao Feng is so cruel and ruthless that he almost broke my son's arm. How can I be merciful?"
Zhao Tianjian half-knelt on the ground, fearful and slightly unwilling.
"Hmph! Who is so ruthless? When Zhao Feng made the move, he had clearly recovered some of his inner strength in martial arts. Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's arm would have been crippled and his life would have been in danger."
The white-bearded referee has a burning gaze.
Zhao Tianjian was speechless for a moment.
"Why don't you go save your son!"
The white-bearded referee waved his long-sleeved robe and leapt back to the competition stage.
A storm has subsided for the time being.
Zhao Feng secretly broke into a cold sweat and cast a grateful look at the white-bearded referee.
The referee seemed to sense it, smiled slightly, looked softly, and nodded with encouragement and appreciation.
This episode did not affect the continuation of the ranking competition.
After defeating Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng became the "Outer King" without hesitation.
"He actually defeated Zhao Yijian..."
Zhao Xue in the corner looked stiff and felt like the world was spinning.
From extreme joy to extreme sadness, she seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell.
In the field of vision, that familiar figure, as a king, is in focus.
Everything seems to have returned to the beginning in Qingye Town, when that boy, as a genius, stood proudly in the Zhao family branch and became the first among his peers.
Now at a new starting point, Zhao Feng suddenly became the first person in the outer circle of the Zhao family.
Zhao Yue, Zhao Qian and other powerful opponents were also defeated by him one by one.
Even when facing Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng's martial arts inner strength came out and immediately broke through the opponent's "Iron Gang Body" which is famous for its defense.
Zhao Feng's strength is no longer a quasi-martial artist, but a half-step warrior!
A half-step martial artist, on the basis of a quasi-martial artist, possesses the inner strength of martial arts. To a certain extent, there is no essential difference from the fourth level of martial arts.
However.
During the competition, an anomaly still appeared.
Also maintaining a perfect winning record is Zhao Yufei.
When Zhao Yufei was on her 80th consecutive victory, she met Zhao Yue, who was originally ranked first in the outer tier.
"Butterfly Palm!"
Zhao Yufei gave a sweet scolding, and her little jade-white hands shook, and a light green and transparent aura surged out of her blood.
Snap!
Zhao Yue's iron body was broken again.
"Oh my god, it's martial arts inner strength again!"
There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.
No one expected that besides Zhao Feng, there would be a second person on the field who understood the inner strength of martial arts.
“Interesting and interesting!”
There was a smile on the referee's face.
Regarding Zhao Yufei's inner strength in martial arts, Zhao Feng's expression did not change at all.
As early as when he was watching the battle, his left eye could sense the inner strength of martial arts hidden in Zhao Yufei's energy and blood.
That day at the martial arts arena, after the instructor explained the inner strength of the martial arts, the top disciples among the outer tier disciples all understood it.
Among them, Zhao Feng understood the most.
This is because he has the assistance of his left eye and a perfect foundation of the three levels of "Pushing Qi Jue".
Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to cultivate the inner strength of martial arts.
In comparison, Zhao Yufei was half a month behind him.
"It seems that it is still unclear who will win the first place."
All the children of the Zhao clan in the audience were filled with excitement and anticipation.
Finally, as they wished, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei met when they had won 90 games in a row.
"let's start."
Zhao Feng's expression was calm.
Although Zhao Yufei understood the inner strength of martial arts, he was not afraid.
"Although I know the gap between me and you, I will not give up."
The smile on Zhao Yufei's pretty face is as beautiful as a lotus flower in bloom.
"Raging Dragon Fist!"
As soon as Zhao Feng took action, it was the Raging Dragon Fist at its peak level.
Previously, the reason why he was able to beat Zhao Yijian so badly with one punch was not only because of his inner strength in martial arts.
"The Raging Dragon Fist" itself is the best in the intermediate peak, with amazing explosive power. The power of the peak-fire Raging Dragon Fist is better than the martial arts of a high-level Xiaocheng, and is even close to the average high-level Dacheng.
At this time, after Zhao Feng experienced Zhao Tianjian's oppression, his potential stimulated the oppression, his cultivation level further improved, and "Raging Dragon Fist" was approaching the state of perfection.
If you can practice "Wrathful Dragon Fist" to perfection, you can win completely even if you face the advanced "Lengliu Sword".
Bang! Bang!...
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei exchanged fists and palms, and the latter retreated and dodged repeatedly.
Sure enough, Zhao Yufei was not as good as Zhao Feng in a head-on confrontation.
Zhao Feng understood the inner strength of martial arts first and became more powerful.
Moreover, the inner strength condensed with "Lingdu Qi Jue" is even more special, with fast speed, elegant style and unconstrained power.
Although Zhao Yufei has practiced an advanced set of footwork and is graceful and agile, Zhao Feng has been practicing "Piao Ling Du" and is even faster.
Seeing that Zhao Feng's offensive is getting faster and faster.
Zhao Yufei was breathing heavily, her pretty face was as rosy as a cloud, and she gradually became exhausted, and her movements were slightly stifled.
good chance!
Zhao Feng's left eye immediately locked onto a flaw and hit Zhao Yufei's shoulder with a punch.
Pop!
Zhao Yufei's delicate body swayed, her figure floated out, flipped gracefully in mid-air, and landed on the ground.
"Thank you for your mercy."
Zhao Yufei's eyes were slightly grateful, her face was still red, and she was as beautiful as a lotus.
Zhao Feng obviously had a hand in that punch just now, otherwise her end would not be much better than Zhao Yijian.
"admit."
Zhao Feng nodded and smiled, admiring Zhao Yufei's style.
After defeating Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng had no opponent in the ranking match. All his opponents along the way gave in.
"I surrender!"
"Abstain!"
…
Half an hour later.
Zhao Feng completed a hundred consecutive victories, had the highest points, and firmly ranked first in the outer tier.