“Thirteen vs Sixty-five!”
“Forty-eight vs Three hundred and fifty-five!”
“One hundred and seventy-nine vs Twenty-four!”
……………
The judges’ voices sounded in each group.
The first few rounds ended quickly.
The judges were all from the sect and had rich experience. For those matches that were one-sided, the judges could always quickly make the correct decision.
For example, Zhao Chengang defeated his opponent in one hit.
“One hundred and eighty-eight vs Twenty four!”
It was finally Zhao Feng’s turn.
Teng!
His body swiftly landed on stage.
Twenty four was a youth who had a cultivation of the second rank. His eyes let out fear when he realised that Zhao Feng was at the third rank.
“Slamming Wind Palm!” The slightly fat youth bit his teeth together and attacked with all his might. The skill he used was at the middle rank and used speed to try and win.
“Flaming Metal Fists!” Zhao Feng casually waved his fist.
The moment he used his fist skill the expression of the judge on the seventh stage changed. This was because Zhao Feng was using a core rank martial art skill!
Peh!
As they exchanged blows they slightly fat youth was sent flying.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” The judge said.
Because Zhao Feng’s opponent was not strong he did not receive much attention.
“Hmph! This kid is so arrogant, using a core rank martial art!” The disciples below sniggered.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number sixty-six!” Soon, it was Zhao Feng’s time to go up again.
There was a rule in each group: once one lost a total of ten matches one was eliminated. The matches would not stop until there were only ten people left.
If one could win twenty matches in a row one would be promoted to the second round.
Zhao Feng’s second match was against a horse-faced youth who had a cultivation at the peak of the second rank.
“Flaming Metal Fist!” Zhao Feng did not even think as he hit the vital parts of the opponent.
Peh!
The horse-faced youth cringed as he fell head over heels onto the ground.
“He used a core rank martial art again!” The Zhao sect disciples looked on disdainfully.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!”
This was already Zhao Feng’s second victory. However, for the next two matches, Zhao Feng still used the core rank martial art.
Four wins in a row!
“This brat’s way too arrogant! Does he think he is unbeatable by using a core rank martial art?”
“Hmph! His opponents aren’t even strong! Once he faces someone of the same rank it won’t be that easy!” The disciples below sniggered.