The moment the left eye was activated, Zhao Feng went into super-vision mode.
Although Zhao Yijian’s sword was fast, it slowed down in his eyes.
He could even see where the strength in Zhao Yijian’s body gathered, and through that, Zhao Feng could predict where Zhao Yijian was going to attack next.
Teng! Teng…..
Zhao Feng dodged all the attacks easily.
“Angry Dragon Fist!” At a certain point, Zhao Feng retaliated.
“Ice Cold Wind!” Zhao Yijian neither dodged nor defended. Instead his sword went for Zhao Feng’s throat.
Zhao Feng felt helpless as, although he could find gaps in Zhao Yijian’s moves, he could not attack since he would be unable to dodge Zhao Yijian’s sword.
“Cold Flowing Sword focuses on sharpness and offense. It does not have any defense at all! However he has trained it to the high level so his flaws are small and I only have a fifty percent chance to win.” Zhao Feng analysed and predicted inside his mind.
The biggest difference between him and Zhao Yijian was the martial art skill level.
To beat Zhao Yijian, he only had two options.
The first way was to stall, stall until the opponent got tired. Zhao Feng had complete confidence that, with his left eye and inner strength, he could last longer than Zhao Yijian.
The second way was to use his inner strength and win by force!
Just as Zhao Feng was thinking.
“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.”