“The second row… Sixth seat… ” Zhao Feng’s eyes settled on the person on Zhao Yufei right.
“Number sixteen “Zhao Fei”, please come out.” The judge said. Zhao Fei was sixteen or seventeen years old. He had the cultivation of the peak third rank, but his aura wasn’t any weaker than cultivators of the fourth rank.
“Kid, don’t think that you can beat me just because you’ve reached the fourth rank!” Zhao Fei calmly walked on stage.
“Heh, this Zhao Fei is pretty strong. With his [Block Metal Body], he’s beaten two quasi-martial artists.”
“Zhao Feng might not advance so smoothly.”
In terms of winning, Zhao Feng obviously had a higher chance. But his opponents strength wasn’t weak either, so it would be a tough fight.
“Metal Sand Palm!” Zhao Fei only used a middle ranked martial art.