When he came back from the lecture he felt that his core ranked martial art had reached a peak, where it could fight against quasi martial artists. And Zhao Chengang’s strength had only barely reached that of a quasi martial artist.
“Not bad. It looks like the outer disciples have a black horse.” The main judge smiled.
“Core rank martial art…. Although he has trained it to the max level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core ranked martial arts are just core ranked!” A middle-aged man faintly smiled.
“Oh?” The main judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian’s father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced towards Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.
“True…. The potential of core ranked martial arts are limited…. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train it to the max level, which means that he would not have much time left to train in other skills….. So unfortunate.” As the main judge spoke up to here, he shook his head.
“Hmph! Max level of a core ranked martial art?” Zhao Yijian looked mockingly at Zhao Feng. In his eyes, core ranked martial arts were rubbish.
The white-clothed girl looked shockingly at Zhao Feng, “Brother Yijian, you have got to beat him.”