Ten moves Xin Wuheng!
The summit reached a climax as Xin Wuheng appeared. Being the winner of the last summit, Xin Wuheng was famous throughout Sun Feather City.
“Xin Wuheng I’ve been waiting for this a long time.” Fighting will appeared in Zhao Linlong’s eyes and his sixth rank aura was no longer held back.
“Zhao Linlong, your energy has been depleted a bit it’s best for you to rest first.” Qiu Mengyu warned helpfully.
Zhao Linlong had fought many battles before and used up a lot of stamina especially when fighting Qiu Mengyu. If he faced a normal opponent Zhao Linlong wouldn’t even think about this problem. However, his opponent was ‘Ten moves’ Xin Wuheng, someone who had thrashed him once already.
“Big brother Linlong, you rest first while I test out his skill.” Zhao Ling jumped onto the middle of the stage with his spear.
Zhao Ling was ranked seventh in the tournament and he didn’t have any right to attend but Zhao Linlong had given Zhao Feng’s spot to him. Therefore, Zhao Ling was very grateful towards Zhao Linlong and wanted to help him out.
“Ok, but don’t force yourself.” Zhao Linlong returned to the pavilion and started to recover his energy.
With Zhao Ling fighting first, he could at least test a bit of Xin Wuheng’s skills.
“Xin Wuheng… take my spear!” Zhao Ling exclaimed as his silver spear flashed through the night.
Xin Wuheng stood still with one hand behind his back.
Outrageous!
Xin Wuheng’s actions meant that he was not putting Zhao Ling in his eyes.
Shua!
The spear was thrust towards Xin Wuheng’s left shoulder. Xin Wuheng was expressionless as he raised one finger.
Dang!
The simple finger managed to hit the weakest part of the spear tip and a powerful and chaotic Inner Strength flowed through the spear into Zhao Ling’s body.
Zhao Ling immediately felt his blood boil.
“Let go!”
Xin Wuheng swept his hand and unparalleled inner strength hit Zhao Ling making the latter spit out blood.
Clang!
The spear flew out of Zhao Ling’s hand as he landed on the ground.
Zhao Ling was instantly defeated by one finger touch and one palm. This scene made many geniuses’ heart jump, yet it was within expectations. After all, Xin Wuheng came first at the last summit, and even Zhao Linlong could achieve the same results.
Inside the Zhao family pavilion.
Zhao Feng’s face was solemn, he had seen the whole fight with his left eye. Every move that he used seemed to be simple and casual, yet they would hit Zhao Ling’s critical point as if he had the same ability as his left eye.
Furthermore, Xin Wuheng’s attack seemed to follow some kind of law that was too profound for him. It was similar to the attack the mysterious girl had back within the canyon, but the feeling from the mysterious girl was tens of times stronger.