“This kid’s intelligence is very high. Not only did he train a core rank martial art to the max level, he’s also trained Angry Dragon Fists to the peak level.”
“He could beat Zhao Guang just by relying on his peak level, middle ranked martial art skill.” The elders praised Zhao Feng.
The matches continued.
There were only four people who had straight wins: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei and Zhao Feng. These four were known as the “Four Strong”.
“Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!” The crowd cheered as Zhao Feng went on stage. Every time he went on, most opponents admitted defeat, or were defeated in under three moves.
Zhao Feng even met Zhao Kun.
“I give up!” Zhao Kun bit his teeth and wanted to dig a hole to hide in it.
Zhao Feng’s strength had already surpassed his brother’s, how would he win?
The Four Strong continued to dominate their matches. Many were in anticipation for when the Four Strong would clash……
Finally, after sixty wins, Zhao Yue, who was ranked first, faced off against Zhao Yijian, who was ranked second.
“Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!”
“Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!”
Many people screamed due to the anticipation.
“Zhao Yue! Since the battle I lost to you half a year ago, we finally meet again!” Zhao Yijian was full of fighting will.
In the outer disciples, Zhao Yue was very low key. All he did was cultivate everyday and therefore, his foundation was the most solid, allowing him to constantly sit on the number one seat.
“Make your move, we will see if your Cold Flowing Sword is stronger than my Metal Body.” Zhao Yue’s height towered over Zhao Yijian.
Jiang!
Zhao Yijian took his sword out of its sheath.
The moment Cold Flowing Sword was used, the air felt like it was freezing.
“Metal Palm!” Zhao Yue’s body stood tall as his fist punched towards the sword.
Peng!
The explosion made the eardrums of lower level cultivators tremble.
Zhao Yijian moved back two steps then spun around to stab at Zhao Yue’s lower body.
“One of them is defensive while the other is offensive.”
It was obvious that the strength that Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue showed could easily beat quasi martial artists.
If Zhao Feng didn’t form inner strength then he wouldn’t be able to break through Zhao Yue’s defenses.
Ding! Ding! Beng…..
Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian’s fight went into red hot mode. Zhao Yijian’s sword became faster and faster. The ice cold air enveloped Zhao Yue’s body.
Zhao Yue continued to block Zhao Yijian’s sword.
If it was another third rank instead of Zhao Yue they would have been finished in one move.
“Zhao Yue’s foundation is very solid and his forte is defense. If Zhao Yijian cannot win in half the time it take tea to boil then he will not win.” The main judge said.
“Hehe, half the time it takes for tea to boil? He will not need that long.” The middle-aged man, who was Zhao Yijian’s father said confidently.