A beautiful silver haired figure appeared.
“Feng Hanyue!”
Expressions of joy appeared on the youths of the Sky Guards Battalion. Feng Hanyue was ranked first amongst the Ten Sky Guards and he had reached the seventh rank way before Lei Cong. And he had beaten Lei Cong when he had reached the seventh rank in ten moves.
“Hm? There seems to be some sort of genius at least.” The talkative youth laughed as he sized up Feng Hanyue.
Feng Hanyue started to glow silver as his hair flowed in the wind.
Ceng! Shua!
The two youths immediately crossed paths and with a bang, they created a hole where they stood.
“Sky Illusion Stance!”
Feng Hanyue used his incomplete Holy Martial Art and his figure became like the moon, unrealistic and fast.
“Wind Turbine Technique!”
The other youth stood still and clasped his hands together. As he did so, a tornado appeared.
What!
Feng Hanyue felt his body being forcefully pulled by a force.
“What kind of technique is this? My incomplete Holy martial art has no effect at all.”
Boom!
The social youth made two slicing actions with his hands and the tornado turned into circles and circles that tried to restrain Feng Hanyue.
“Illusion Moon Heavenly Slice!”
Feng Hanyue shouted and a cold silver glow appeared on his arms that turned into blades and collided with the enemy’s attacks.
The two forces bit at each other for a moment before the remaining energy blew everything away.
At last, the social youth had destroyed Feng Hanyue’s half-Holy martial art because he had more profound Inner Strength.
Pew!
Feng Hanyue’s body was sent seven to eight metres away and he was extremely pale faced: “Even half-Holy martial arts don’t affect him, could it be that he’s trained a Holy martial art… ?”
“Not bad, you managed to sustain twenty moves with me.”
The youth that won had admiration in his eyes. At this moment, his aura was fully released and he made Lei Cong and Feng Hayue hard to breath.
“Eighth rank of the Martial Path… ” Lei Cong exclaimed.
The social youth’s cultivation had surpassed everyone in the Sky Guards Battalion.
“Eighth rank of the martial path… And a peak eighth rank!” Zhao Feng was shocked by what he saw.
The other expressionless youth had reached the peak eighth rank.
It was hard to imagine that a fifteen to sixteen year old youth that had almost reached the ninth rank. The ninth rank was already the peak because the Holy martial path was just a legend.
“Who are you!?” Feng Hanyue looked at the two warily.
“I’m Nan Gongfan and this is my sixth brother… Bei Moi.” The talkative youth introduced.