Judge, I think that the two of them are both geniuses and if it drags on and one of them gets injured or dies, we will be punished by the sect.”
Usually, even if they stalled, Zhao Yijian had a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning, but he had an unknown feeling that stalling wasn’t a good idea.
“But…. they have not finished yet.” The main judge was a bit hesitant since Zhao Tianjian’s cultivation had reached the sixth rank and his status wasn’t very low.
“Although they have not finished yet, can you not see who has got the upper hand?” Zhao Tianjian gave a ‘knowing’ look towards the main judge. It was obvious that if this was done well, there’ll be great rewards…..
“Fine.” The main judge said, “Number one hundred and eighty-eight, Zhao Feng, you have the lower hand, so if this drags out the judge has the right to make the decision.”
This is ok?
Zhao Feng felt anger surge in his heart. The judge was obviously biased towards Zhao Yijian. Obviously, the judge couldn’t openly say that Zhao Yijian won, but being the judge, they had the right to make a decision after a while. For example, the judge could make a decision if a match dragged out for too long.
The judge’s decision did cause some disturbance.
“Although Zhao Feng’s got the lower hand, he is not losing at all.”
“Hmph, all he can do is run! He’s just wasting our time!”
The crowd discussed quietly.
Although some of the older generation felt that this was unjust, they were not willing to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son just for a mere branch sect disciple.
“Fine! I will not run!” Zhao Feng laughed bitterly as he stopped.
“Kid! Take my sword!” Zhao Yijian looked gratefully towards his father.
Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, faintly smiling. At this point, some people, like Zhao Kun, had gloating faces.
Zhao Xue looked at that familiar figure and sighed. She had a complex feeling towards him, some sympathy, some coldness.
Sssss!
Just as Zhao Yijian’s Cold Flowing Sword approached Zhao Feng, the latter didn’t make any moves to dodge.
“Angry Dragon Fists!” Zhao Feng put all his anger into this punch
Arrogant!
The elders shook their heads.
“Ai.” The main judge sighed as well.
“Hahaha! It’s no use. Break!” Zhao Yijian laughed as he waved his sparkling sword.
“Open!” Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he gave off an extremely powerful aura.
Hu~~~
A faint green glow appeared on Zhao Feng’s arms and fists. It looked beautiful under the sunlight.
Before the fist arrived, the winds had already hit Zhao Yijian’s body.
Peh!
With Zhao Feng being at the centre, the dust under the unseen force slowly floated upwards.
“What! That’s….”
“It’s….” The main judge stood up; his face was full of excitement.
Not good! Zhao Tianjian’s expression turned ugly.
“What is going on!” Zhao Yijian felt an unknown pressure bear towards him, making him unable to even breathe. Even his sword speed was limited. In his eyes, Zhao Feng’s fist was like a roaring dragon…..
Dang! Kraaaak——
Zhao Yijian spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clang!
His sword split into two pieces and fell onto the ground.
There was also an unseen force that travelled through the sword and flowed into his body.
“Ah!”
Zhao Yijian groaned as he was knocked twenty metres back.
Hu~
As Zhao Feng lowered his fist, the dust fell slowly back onto the ground.
Not knowing how long had passed, someone shouted, “Inner Strength of the Martial Path!”
Inner Strength!
A faint green glow flashed throughout Zhao Feng’s body…..