All the geniuses at the summit looked horrified, holding their breath and staring at the two figures in the dust.
Among them, Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing had the most ugly faces.
"Ten moves, how could he..."
Zhao Linlong's face looked gloomy and uncertain.
Since the summit, he was the only one who could sustain himself to the tenth move in Xin Wuhen's hands, even if he failed in the tenth move.
And at this time.
Zhao Feng, who had always been "looked down upon" by him among his fellow clan members, actually managed to endure until the tenth move.
As the number one genius of the Zhao clan, how could he allow such a thing to happen?
Moreover, he was still vaguely worried, if Zhao Feng...
"how so!"
Zhao Qing's face looked ashen.
He argued and bet with Zhao Feng several times, but was defeated repeatedly.
Zhao Feng's performance was not inferior to that of his idol - Zhao Linlong.
It’s not about not being inferior to… but more about being better than!
The dust dispersed, and the two people in the center of the summit stood facing each other, very close to each other.
Xin Wuhen and Zhao Feng had their arms intertwined, and their breathing was slightly rapid.
Among them, Xin Wuhen had some scratches on his body and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was feeling a little pain.
Zhao Feng stood on the same spot, his clothes were slightly damaged, his energy and blood were boiling, and he stabilized his figure.
Because "Iron Wall Technique" entered the fifth level, he was not injured.
Defensively, he stands at a commanding height.
Speed is like "Piaolingdu".
The attack includes "Pointing Star Finger".
In all aspects, he is the leader of his generation.
Ten moves without fail!
The genius spectators at the summit were in an uproar and were talking a lot.
Today, Xin Wuhen's myth of "nothing beats ten moves" has finally been broken.
Among the new generation's disciples, there is finally one person who can withstand ten attacks without defeat.
This scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing hard.
Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and Zhao Qin looked at each other with shock on their faces.
Who would have expected that besides Zhao Linlong, there would be such a dark horse in the Zhao clan.
No! He has already been a dark horse!
From the outer level of the family martial arts association, to the martial arts association competition, and then to the genius summit, Zhao Feng has always created miracles and refreshed his own records.
"so amazing!"
Zhao Yufei's pretty eyes flashed with brilliance, full of joy and excitement.
"Hmph! He just said that he would stick to thirty moves in Xin Wuhen's hands, no... it's fifty moves!"
Zhao Qing gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.
Although Zhao Feng's strength was not inferior to that of Zhao Linlong, or even slightly better, he was still not convinced!
"Xin Wuhen, your so-called ten moves of being undefeated should be related to your 'cloud chess moves'. You set up a game in ten moves to achieve the maximum powerful effect with the minimum force."
Zhao Feng had a smile on his face.
"That's right! If you can sustain ten moves, it means that your strength is on par with mine, or better than mine."
Xin Wuhen's eyes flashed with sparkle.
The two of them are so close that they can launch thunderous attacks and secretly charge up their power, which is extremely thrilling.
"Haha! Your Excellency is too humble, unless your cultivation level is limited to the fifth level of martial arts peak."
Zhao Feng said with a hint of meaning.
This seems to mean something.
Xin Wuhen's complexion suddenly changed, and his expression became more solemn.
Yan Gangquan!
Zhao Feng took advantage of the situation and attacked.
What he performed this time was not the "Raging Dragon Fist", let alone the "Pointing Star Finger", but the lowest level basic boxing technique - Yan Gang Fist!
At such a close distance, the simpler and faster the attack, the more effective it is.
And "Yangang Fist" is undoubtedly the boxing method that Zhao Feng is most proficient in.
But Xin Wuhen is not a vegetarian. His sense of artistic conception exceeds the level of a martial artist and is comparable to that of a martial arts master.
The moment Zhao Feng gathered his martial arts energy and punched, he reacted, retreated, and sealed it with a palm.
Canopy!
After a fist fight, Xin Wuhen was forced to retreat, his body's energy and blood were shaken, and he almost suffered some minor internal injuries.
Zhao Feng practiced the "Iron Wall Technique" and had an advantage in terms of strength and defense, and also had the upper hand, so this punch was naturally slightly better.
Raging Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his martial arts inner strength gradually reached the peak of the fifth level.
After ten moves.
Zhao Feng took the initiative and pressed forward step by step!
All the geniuses on the field were shocked to see it.
No one expected that such a rising star would appear in Yuyang City who could compete with Xin Wuhen.
Eleven moves...Twelve moves...Thirteen moves...
Within twenty moves, Zhao Feng took the initiative and had a certain advantage.
From his left eye, he could see Xin Wuhen's qi and blood boiling, and his slight internal injuries. He would not give the other party time to breathe.
Xin Wuhen had to retreat in order to gain some breathing time and let the internal injuries recover.
But Zhao Feng's left eye saw everything and didn't give him a chance.
All the geniuses on the field were stunned and shocked.
The pavilion where the Zhao clan is located.
Zhao Linlong's face was extremely gloomy, and he clenched his hands, unwilling and helpless.
The cultivation strength shown by Zhao Feng cannot surpass him by much.
Why can the other party compete with Xin Wuhen without losing?
Under the shadow of a big tree.
"Tsk tsk, that's interesting. There are two amazing geniuses appearing at the same time in Xiaoyuyang City. The qualifications and potential of these two people can at least be ranked in the top five among their contemporaries in Guangling County City."
A dark silver figure said.
"This matter must be reported to the Lord to avoid being taken advantage of by other forces..."
Another person said cautiously.
…
In the center of the summit, two figures were coming and going, fighting inextricably.
After twenty moves, Xin Wuhen's disadvantage was gradually reversed.
The cloud chess moves under his feet are good at using slowness to control fastness.
During the back and forth, he tried his best to avoid a head-on confrontation with Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's power is so strong that his "Pointing Star Finger" appears occasionally, and his attack power is arrogant to those at the same level, and even compares to the attack of the sixth level of martial arts peak.
In other words, even if Zhao Linlong, who is at the sixth level of martial arts, takes action and confronts Zhao Feng head-on, he will only suffer a loss.
Xin Wuhen had no choice but to avoid the attack temporarily and gain some breathing time.
Thirty moves...Thirty-five moves...
Finally, after thirty or forty moves, Xin Wuhen managed to reverse the disadvantage.
The confrontation between the two, back and forth, became more and more thrilling.
After Xin Wuhen stabilized the situation, he no longer defended passively, but sometimes made unexpected counterattacks. Combined with "Cloud Chess Moves", it was strange and unpredictable.
However, Zhao Feng reacted extremely quickly and could see through Xin Wuhen's moves at critical moments.
"How did he do it? Does he have sensory awareness comparable to that of a martial arts master like me?"
Xin Wuhen was shocked and confused.
Fifty moves...sixty moves...
No matter who wins or loses!
thump!
Zhao Qing's face was ashen and he sat helplessly on the ground.
I made a bet with Zhao Feng before that if the other party could sustain ten moves, he would lose.
Zhao Feng said with a smile: Ten moves are too few, at least thirty moves, or even fifty moves...
At this moment, the confrontation between the two has reached more than sixty moves, and it is still difficult to determine the winner.
Sixty moves...seventy moves...
The frequency of attacks between the two is getting higher and higher.
Finally, we reached the eighty or ninetieth move.
Xin Wuhen took a deep breath, and the various intermediate martial arts were integrated into one, and the general artistic conception that coincided with the right time and place in his body became stronger and stronger.
This general artistic conception is somewhat similar to the young girl in the Blood Python Canyon back then, but it is much lighter.
Faced with this general artistic conception, Zhao Feng felt as humble as an ant contending with the nature of heaven and earth.
That feeling made him breathless and slightly depressed.
After ninety moves, each of Xin Wuhen's blows was like a stroke of God.
Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, and an imperceptible layer of light green was floating on the eyeball, which was crystal clear.
In an instant, he entered the super visual interface, and Xin Wuhen's movements were slowed down more than ten times...
Whoosh!
The left eye is dark and empty.
A shadow that looks like Xin Wuhen takes action repeatedly, and the details of each action are constantly replayed.
The shadow's move demonstration contained a general artistic conception, which was simpler and easier to understand than the young girl back then.
Having understood the young girl's "Xuanfeng Palm" move, Zhao Feng "learned it instantly" when faced with the artistic conception of Xin Wuhen's move.
open!
Zhao Feng is not slow and fast, and integrates several martial arts such as "Ling Du Qi Jue", "Ling Wei Bu" and "Yangang Fist".
A strange artistic conception also appeared in him, which was slightly similar to Xin Wuhen.
Pop--
Zhao Feng knocked back Xin Wuhen with one palm.
Teng Teng Teng...
Xin Wuhen retreated, his face horrified: "What's going on? His palm..."
He had a strange illusion that the artistic conception of Zhao Feng's palm seemed to be "plagiarized" from himself.
If this is really the case, it would be too scary...
Xin Wuhen felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He took a deep breath and condensed his inner strength in martial arts to the extreme.
His sense of artistic conception is comparable to that of a martial arts master, and his level of condensation of martial arts inner energy far exceeds that of a warrior in the Yun Qi section.
In other words, the level of internal energy condensation of warriors below the seventh level of martial arts is not as good as that of Xin Wuhen.
This is one of the reasons why Xin Wuhen was able to defeat Zhao Linlong with his fifth level cultivation.
But he didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye holographically controlled all the energy, blood, and internal energy changes in his whole body.
So that’s it…
Zhao Feng had some understanding of that artistic conception and quickly learned Xin Wuhen's internal energy condensation technique.
Star finger!
Zhao Feng's fingers pierced the air, screaming like thunder, and the blue light traces flashed away, more condensed and powerful than before.
The fingering method "Pointing Star Finger" is also good at concentrating and condensing internal energy.
After understanding some of Xin Wuhen's artistic conception and internal energy condensation skills, Zhao Feng's three-level "Pointing Star Finger" advanced a few points further.
"Great! "Pointing Star Finger" is close to the peak of the third level."
Zhao Feng was pleasantly surprised.
He really wanted to thank Xin Wuhen.
One person can understand the mysterious and profound artistic conception from the other person.
Both, learn the techniques of condensing inner strength under the artistic conception of a martial arts master.
Ninety-one moves...Ninety-two moves...
The more Zhao Feng fights, the braver he becomes.
Although Xin Wuhen was not at a disadvantage, he could not gain the slightest advantage.
What chilled him even more was that Zhao Feng's potential was developing at an appreciable speed.
The artistic conception of the other party almost appeared from scratch, and the inner strength of martial arts was also "in the same vein" as his own.
What kind of perversion is this!
Xin Wuhen had to admit that he had met his nemesis.
He himself is good at creating and comprehending, while the other party's learning and comprehending ability is almost unparalleled.
Ninety-five moves...Ninety-six moves...
The two of them clashed and gradually approached a hundred moves.
Everyone on the scene held their breaths, eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the final outcome.
According to the rules of the competition, when it reaches 100 moves, it will stop, allowing the organizer and the talented guests to discuss the outcome.
However, by the ninety-ninth move.
Teng!
Xin Wuhen reversed in one step, jumped more than ten meters in the air, landed floating on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "That's it!"