Obviously, Zhao Feng’s words caused an outrage. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.
“Hmph! This guy is way too arrogant.”
“Zhao Chengang! Take him down!”
The disturbance caused others to look over.
“Core rank martial art? That is a bit interesting.” A quiet girl smiled as she looked on interestingly. She was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth amongst the inner disciples.
Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to enter the preliminaries. With her cultivation she could beat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue their difference was to big.
“Fine…. Fine…. Fine! I will see….. how strong your core ranked martial art is!” Zhao Chengang’s face was deadly. The opponent’s performance was slapping his face!
“Flowing Wind Fist!” Zhao Chengang pushed down his anger and used the high rank skill Flowing Wind Fist.
This fist skill used strength and speed to overpower the opponent. Its attack was like a raging storm.
Zhao Chengang’s strength was well within the crowd’s expectations. His power was approaching that of a Quasi Martial Artist and did not disappoint. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing the outer disciples ranked seventh, would he still use core rank martial arts?
Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.
“Flaming Metal Fist!” The simple punch gave off a red glow.
It was core martial arts again!
“It is Flaming Metal Fist again!”
“He is still using core rank martial arts?” The Zhao sect disciples were shocked. A lot of them had thought that Zhao Feng was just joking, and that he wasn’t going to do it.
However, the truth was, he was even crazier than expected!
“Kid, fall!” Zhao Chengang’s eyes looked as they could spit out fire as his two fists came crushing towards Zhao Feng. The power contained inside his fists made many Zhao sect disciples shout out.
“Normal third rank cultivators won’t even be able to take this one punches.”
“Not bad, Flowing Wind Fists has reached the low level, it is obvious that he has trained hard!” Even some of the older generation nodded their head.
Peh!
The two figures clashed together, fist against fist.
“Go down!” Zhao Chengang pushed his Flowing Wind Fist to the max. If he used a high rank martial art and couldn’t take down Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how would he be able to get a foot in amongst the top ten outer disciples?
“Open!” Zhao Feng was calm. His fists seemed to be alive and easily blocked Zhao Chengang’s fist.
Boom!
The burn on Zhao Chengang’s fist made his fist go numb as hewas pushed back two steps, while Zhao Feng only trembled but did not move.
“……. How is this possible?” Zhao Chengang was shocked. He had thought that he could take down Zhao Feng in one punch, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!
“What is going on!” The Zhao sect disciple around paused.
“I do not believe it…… it was an accident! It accidentally hit the weakness of my move.” Zhao Chengang howled as he again pounced towards using Flowing Wind Fist.
Pah!
Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were even, Zhao Chengang was being constrained.
“It really is a core martial art skill….. How did he do that?”
“How can a core rank martial art gain the upper hand while facing a high rank martial art?”
The Zhao sect disciples were confused.
One move…. Two moves…. Three moves…..
Every time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.