Zhao Feng heart clenched as he understood Zhao Han’s meaning. Zhao Han had already laid out all of his plans clear and sound, he was absolutely confident in himself. Although it was an “open plan”, it would be hard to avoid it.
Want to break my arm? Zhao Feng’s expression turned colder and colder. There was only ten days left till the main tournament.
Zhao Feng cultivated even harder.
Every night he would work on his Inner Strength by training in the Air Crossing Breathing Technique. Zhao Feng knew the distance between him and Zhao Han was in Inner Strength.
In terms of complexity, Air Crossing Breathing Technique was top tier high ranked martial art, almost reaching the peak ranked martial art category. It could be said that it was the best martial art out of all the Zhao sect disciples.
The second day.
Zhao Feng felt that his Angry Dragon Fists was even getting more perfected as he trained in the garden. Zhao Feng’s left eye had recorded many interesting battles between disciples and used them all to perfect his Angry Dragon Fists.
Therefore, after Zhao Feng’s Angry Dragon Fists reached ‘max level’, the power was slowly increasing….
His strength right now was more than double the of that he had at the outer disciples tournament.
“Can I come in?” A crystal clear sound sounded from outside. Zhao Feng felt that the sound was familiar and saw a purple-clothed girl standing outside waiting.
It’s her? Zhao Feng was a bit surprised.
“Am I not welcome?” Zhao Yufei beautiful eyebrows blinked slightly, her smile was like a lotus, pure and innocent.
“Please come in.” Zhao Feng soon recovered from her beauty.
After Zhao Yufei came in, she soon told him the point of her visit, it was to spar with Zhao Feng. Obviously, Zhao Yufei was a bit unwilling after losing to Zhao Feng last time.
“Ok, but let’s notharm each other.” Zhao Feng obviously didn’t reject her as she was the only outer disciple that could spar with him.
Soon the two figures fought throughout the garden. While sparring, Zhao Feng only pushed Angry Dragon Fists to the ‘peak level’. Even then he gained the upper hand.
After half the time it took an incense to burn, Zhao Yufei lost, her breathing was ragged as her eyebrows flashed, “Your Inner Strength forms and attacks very quickly. It also gives me a mysterious and floating feeling, what kind of secret technique is it?”
In the battle, Zhao Feng had controlled his Inner Strength to the same level as Zhao Yufei.
Even so, Zhao Feng’s Inner Strength still created more pressure than hers.