Next, they compared their offensive skills.
Zhao Feng restrained his Star Finger to the beginning of the second grade, when his finger released a line of pure energy that could penetrate anything in it’s way. Zhao Yufei was almost injured after one move.
“Brother Feng’s skill is probably a peak ranked skill.” Zhao Yufei was extremely envious.
Peak ranked martial arts were very precious, of all the Zhao sect disciples, only Zhao Linlong, Zhao Chi and Zhao Feng had the chance to learn them.
“You’re right, this is indeed a peak ranked martial art.” Zhao Feng was extremely please with Star Finger.
Right at the moment, when the two were discussing their skills.
“Haha, little sister Yufei, I was going to spar with you, but you weren’t home. So this is where you were?”
A man’s voice sounded, the voice was casual and calm. On the garden wall stood a youth in gold around seventeen to eighteen years of age looking at Zhao Yufei.
Zhao Linlong!
Zhao Feng’s eyebrows scrunched together. This was his home and Zhao Linlong came in without his permission. Furthermore, he was looking down on him, literally and metaphorically by standing on top of the wall.
“Big brother Linlong.” Zhao Yufei smiled and gave the usual etiquette.
After all, he was the top inner disciple and was the head of the sect’s step son.
“Brother Linlong came again to spar with me?”
Zhao Yufei was expressionless. Zhao Linlong had came to visit her countless times under the name of ‘sparring’. Every time she saw him, Zhao Yufei could feel the fieriness inside Zhao Linlong’s eyes, which made her feel uneasy.
“That’s right, I hope sister Yufei won’t reject me.” Zhao Linlong’s word contained absolute confidence.
He didn’t step into the garden, only standing on the wall. From the second he came in, he didn’t even look at Zhao Feng once.
“Thanks for your care, but brother Feng’s just sparred with me.” Zhao Yufei smiled as she rejected him.
To spar with the genius of the Zhao sect was a countless number of girls’ dreams.
But Zhao Yufei didn’t like Zhao Linlong at all. Zhao Linlong had an aura of loneliness and superiority, as if it was the other person’s pleasure to be loved by him.
This was completely opposite to Zhao Feng, who like her came from a branch sect and their sparring and communication came naturally. There wasn’t any pressure at all.
“Him?” Zhao Linlong ‘finally’ realised that Zhao Feng existed.