The shock and excitement on Zhao Feng's face were hard to conceal.
Did you win by yourself? Or did you win with one move?
Before the competition, because of the abnormality in his left eye, Zhao Feng was confident that with his reflexes and insight, he should be able to withstand one of Zhao Kun's moves. If he performed well, he might be able to sustain more than ten moves.
The final result was completely beyond his expectation.
Zhao Kun's sudden attack was not unpleasant, and onlookers could not see clearly... But with his left eye locked, all movement trajectories were so clear and clear.
When his left eye was activated to its limit, Zhao Feng felt that the opponent's movements were a little clumsy and slow.
What's even more incredible is that he also saw the flaws in Zhao Kun's moves!
flaw!
Flaws in advanced martial arts!
Zhao Feng didn't understand why he could easily see through the flaws in the opponent's moves. Perhaps the opponent's advanced martial arts hadn't been mastered yet.
Finally, Zhao Feng subconsciously attacked, just like he used chopsticks to kill a fly before, accurately intercepting the opponent's fatal flaw and winning with one blow!
Wow!
There was an uproar among the many disciples on the martial arts field.
"Did my eyes see it wrong! The loser turned out to be Zhao Kun!"
"It's absolutely true, the loser is Zhao Kun."
All the children of the Zhao clan were shocked and looked strange.
…
"How is it possible...that I would lose to this guy!"
Zhao Kun looked confused and questioning.
That’s right!
He lost in a daze and couldn't figure it out at all.
For a moment, the expressions of Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun were in sharp contrast.
"This was definitely an accident!"
Some of the Zhao clan disciples suddenly realized when they looked at the shocked and stunned expression on Zhao Feng's face.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone on the scene agreed.
"That's right! This kid must have been lucky, and he won by accident and coincidence."
"This is so fucking lucky..."
Everyone was relieved and had a "reasonable" explanation for the reason why Zhao Feng won.
"Luck? Maybe."
Zhao Feng smiled faintly, turned around and left.
"Boy! Stop!"
Zhao Kun covered his abdomen, stood up reluctantly, and said with a sullen face: "Zhao Feng! You were lucky enough to win just now. Let's have another fight!"
"Another one?"
Zhao Feng frowned and glanced at Zhao Kun: "First, you are injured. Second, I am not free."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the corner of the martial arts field, leaving behind a group of Zhao clan disciples who looked at each other.
"Little beast! When I recover from my injuries and practice "The Thirteen Transformations of the Viper" more perfectly, I will settle the score with you."
Zhao Kun looked shocked and angry, and left angrily.
Recalling the battle just now, Zhao Kun concluded that he was defeated mainly for three reasons:
First, underestimate the enemy.
Second, he only practiced the first three moves of "The Thirteen Transformations of the Viper", and they had some flaws and were not perfect enough.
Third, Zhao Feng was so lucky that he hit the target by mistake.
…
On the other side of the martial arts arena, Zhao Feng began to practice boxing.
"The reason why we won the battle just now was mainly because Zhao Kun underestimated the enemy. The advanced skills are so mysterious. He hasn't mastered them yet, and I saw his flaws..."
Zhao Feng felt very clear.
Next time we fight, Zhao Kun will definitely not underestimate the enemy. If he can improve the flaws of the first three moves of "The Thirteen Transformations of the Viper", Zhao Feng will not be sure.
After all, there is a huge gap in strength between the first level of martial arts and the second level of martial arts.
There are nine levels in martial arts, and the first three levels are one stage, called the "strength training stage".
The so-called "strength training section" is to build up strength, strengthen qi and blood, and consolidate the foundation of the body.
Therefore, between the first level of martial arts and the second level of martial arts, there will be a huge gap of one to two hundred kilograms in strength.
From this we can see how difficult it is under normal circumstances to defeat the second level of martial arts with the first level of martial arts, let alone win with one move.
"The key is to improve your own strength!"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and started practicing "Yangang Fist" again.
The first form... the second form... the third form...
Yan Gang's fist was used on Zhao Feng's body, and it was executed smoothly, smoother than ever before.
call!
Zhao Feng retracted his fist and exhaled, with a look of surprise on his face. There were thirty-two styles of Yan Gang Fist, and he was able to complete them in one go. The speed was half as fast as before, and the force was a bit stronger.
After finishing a whole set of boxing techniques, he felt that the qi and blood in his body were flowing more freely and becoming stronger, as if they were burning.
Thump! Thump!…
At the same time, the beating sound coming from the left eye became more intense.
Zhao Feng closed his eyes and soon felt a dark space in his consciousness.
In the center of the space, there is a light cyan spiral halo.
Originally, the spiral halo was only one foot eighty nine long and very dim.
But now, the length and brightness of the light cyan spiral halo seem to have increased somewhat.
"Could it be! The special ability of the left eye is related to my own strength."
Zhao Feng secretly guessed.
The bizarre change in his left eye gave him an opportunity to change his destiny. First, he unexpectedly defeated Zhao Kun. At this time, his boxing practice became so smooth.
"Come again!"
Zhao Feng's eyes became sharp and he practiced Yan Gang Fist repeatedly.
Hu bang bang...
Zhao Feng's punching speed and body movements became faster and faster, and his punches landed like mercury, endlessly.
By the third time of the exercise, his speed had doubled and his power had at least doubled.
While breathing, he felt the surging energy and blood in his body. Parts of his body that were normally unable to be practiced were able to be tempered and refined this time.
"At this rate, I should be able to break through to the second level of martial arts in the next few days."
Zhao Feng clearly felt his progress.
After practicing until evening, Zhao Feng wiped away the sweat and returned to his home.
After returning home, he was still thinking about his mutated left eye.
"The most powerful divine power that continues my bloodline and pupils, dominates the ages, and controls eternity—lucky junior, please don't let me down..."
He remembered the voice that sounded in the dark space when he was unconscious.
Zhao Feng speculated at this time: This eye probably came from some ancient god-like existence, and by chance, it merged with his left eye...
Even at night, he could clearly see objects outside when he opened his eyes.
The pitch-black night had almost no impact on Zhao Feng's vision. His eyes could even clearly see the birds in the sky several miles away...
Lying in bed at night, Zhao Feng felt his left eye beating frequently, emitting a trace of warmth, blending into his blood and deep inside his body.
In the wonderful feeling, Zhao Feng gradually fell asleep.
Early the next morning.
Zhao Feng woke up early, stretched his limbs, and practiced boxing in the narrow courtyard.
"This small courtyard is too shabby and the environment is terrible. When I become stronger in the future, I must let my parents move into a spacious courtyard."
Zhao Feng said secretly in his heart.
Soon, he began to perform the thirty-two styles of Yan Gang Fist.
Hu bang bang...
The fist made a whistling sound and vibrated violently, with astonishing power.
Zhao Feng had just thrown a few punches when he felt something was wrong.
During the breath, the energy and blood in the body surged, and it was so powerful that a punch could have at least four to five hundred kilograms of force.
"Huh!"
Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, his fists in his hands were like two balls of fierce fire, roaring in an astonishing way.
Bangkacha——
He hit the big tree in front of him with one punch, and a branch as thick as a fist broke into several pieces in an instant.
"No! This is definitely not the power of the first level of martial arts. Could it be..."
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.
In order to verify his conjecture, he took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, stimulated his energy and blood, and stepped hard on the ground.
Boom!
As soon as the ground shook, the soil peeled off and shattered, causing Zhao Feng's feet to sink half an inch into the ground.
He looked happy, and struck a large stone weighing dozens of kilograms in front of him with another palm, and the stone immediately fell into pieces.
This kind of power is definitely beyond the reach of the first level of martial arts.
"The second level of martial arts... I actually broke through to the second level of martial arts!"
Zhao Feng was ecstatic and closed his eyes, feeling the stronger Qi and blood in his body.
He originally thought that it would take a day or two to break through to the second level of martial arts, but unexpectedly, after sleeping for one night, he would be promoted naturally.
As his consciousness merged into his left eye, Zhao Feng discovered that the light cyan spiral halo in the dark space extended from one foot to two feet.
He was vaguely aware that his energy was stronger than before, and there were various other unspeakable changes...