Hu!
Zhao Feng let out a breath as he sat down.
Zhao Feng was a black horse that appeared in the in the group contest. Using just his core ranked martial arts he had beat everyone in his way.
Even Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh amongst the outer disciples, had lost.
“I wonder how the other groups are going.” Zhao Feng’s eyes scanned across the other group. The preliminaries was split into ten different group, with each group having a fair mix of strong and weak disciples.
Apart from Zhao Feng there were many others who had won twenty matches in a row, so they were also able to advance straight into the next round. The fastest of them was Zhao Yijian from the second group.
Zhao Yijian’s sword was extremely fast, before his opponents could react it had reached their throats. In terms of speed to enter the next round, Zhao Yijian was even faster than Zhao Yue.
“Amongst the outer disciples, only the top three, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, are able to threaten me.”
Zhao Yue’s age was slightly higher, seventeen years old, and his muscular body seemed extremely big.
“Reverse Wind Fist!” One disciple of the third rank punched Zhao Yue, but the latter did not even move.