Zhao Linlong had lost!
The others immediately stared at Zhao Feng. Once again his assumptions were correct, yet this was not the way he thought that Zhao Linlong would lose…
“How can you be like this Zhao Feng? You shouldn’t say bad things about Brother Linlong.” Zhao Chi’s eyebrows scrunched together.
After all, they were all from the same family and Zhao Linlong losing lost face for everyone here.
“Big mouther!” Zhao Ling said grimly as if Zhao Linlong had lost because of Zhao Feng’s prediction.
You blame me for this?
Zhao Feng smiled as he shook his head and said coldly: “Did you just forget our bet where the losing side has to apologise to the other person.”
Bet? Apologise?
Zhao Ling’s face immediately froze and he didn’t speak another word.
“I can apologise to you for losing, but I won’t bow down my head towards your shameless act… ” Zhao Ling said trembling with humiliation.
“Losing means losing.” Zhao Feng looked in disdain.
“You you… If you have the skills, why don’t you go challenge Xin Wuheng? If you can block ten moves of his I’ll have nothing to say.” Zhao Ling hatefully said.
Because Zhao Linlong had lasted ten moves, he didn’t think that Zhao Feng could do any better.
Xin Wuheng’s eyes scanned the younger generation and they finally landed on Zhao Feng: “Would you like to spar with me?”
The other geniuses of the Zhao family were shocked. Even Zhao Ling, who was in the middle of the argument, was stunned.
But when he realised that Xin Wuheng was challenging Zhao Feng, his expression of shock changed to one of gloating.
“Fine! Just as you wished, I’ll let you see how many moves I can block!” Zhao Feng said playfully as he glanced towards Zhao Ling.
Although Zhao Ling’s hairs stood up just from Zhao Feng looking at him, he still continued: “If you can last more than ten moves, I’ll apologise to you truthfully.”
This time, he didn’t say lasting ten moves, but lasting more than ten moves. After all, Xin Wuheng was called ‘Ten Moves’ Xin Wuheng.
“Ten moves is too short, at least thirty… no, fifty moves!” Zhao Feng said casually leaving behind a group of dazed Zhao disciples.
Where did his confidence come from?
“Arrogant!”
Zhao Linlong, who was returning, managed to hear his words and his expression turned dark. If he, the number one Zhao disciple, was defeated, who else had a chance?
On the middle of the stage.
Zhao Feng walked slowly towards Xin Wuheng and said: “Zhao Feng is here to spar with you.”
“My intuition can’t be wrong, I believe that you’re the only one who can be my true opponent.” Xin Wuheng said calmly.
“You’ve just fought, I’ll give you ten breaths to recover.” Zhao Feng calmly said.
Arrogant!
Discussion broke out through the audience.
“Did he eat the wrong medicine? Does Xin Wuheng need to recover just to fight him?”
“Just watch the show… !”
The other geniuses swore and cursed.
“Hahaha…”
Inside the pavilion, tears were coming out from Zhao Ling.
Soon, the audience’s attention returned to Xin Wuheng expectantly. After all, Xin Wuheng didn’t even take a breath when fighting Zhao Linlong.
“Ok.” Xin Wuheng looked deeply at Zhao Feng and sat down cross-legged to recover his energy.
What!?
Those watching felt shocked. The smile on Zhao Ling’s face froze. Darkness appeared on Zhao Linlong’s face.
Why did Xin Wuheng look at Zhao Feng so importantly? Xin Wuheng was obviously going to fight Zhao Feng in his peak state.
One breath… two breaths… Three breaths…
There was dead silence as Xin Wuheng recovered. Finally, ten breaths had passed.
Xin Wuheng slowly stood up and it was obvious that he had reached his peak state.
“Ten breaths! You’re indeed not normal… ” Xin Wuheng’s looked at Zhao Feng deeply.