Chapter 24 – Top Outer Disciple (1)
King of Gods
Facing Zhao Yijianâs disdain, Zhao Feng only faintly smiled. Although Zhao Yijian was strong, he had an arrogant attitude. This meant that it was useless to talk to him. Only with actions could you prove what you wanted to say.
Although Zhao Feng did not respond, his attitude was like needles in Zhao Yijianâs eyes.
The crowd was slightly taken aback. Zhao Yijian was already very arrogant, but Zhao Fengâs âsilenceâ did more than what words could say.
âKid, if you donât speak now, you wonât be able to speak later.â Zhao Yijian said deeply.
Jiang!
His sword flashed in front of Zhao Feng.
Zhao Yijian started with Cold Flowing Sword. Although he was very arrogant, he knew that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi martial artist so he had to go full out.
Zhao Feng felt a chill coming from the sword.
Ssssss!
The sword missed Zhao Fengâs shoulder by half an inch.
âWhat a high technique! I can only see the after-image!â
If he only had the strength of a quasi martial artist, then he definitely wouldnât be able to face the high level of Cold Flowing Sword.
Zhao Feng didnât think that his defense would exceed Zhao Yueâs.
Ceng!
As light as a leaf, Zhao Feng pulled away from Zhao Yijian.
In terms of offense, Zhao Feng was not Zhao Yijianâs match, not unless he learned a high rank body strengthening technique like Zhao Yue.
âWhere are you running!â Zhao Yijian swiftly jumped and used Cold Flowing Sword in mid-air.
No matter how hard Zhao Feng tried to dodge, the chill continued to follow him.
âNo wonder it is the high level of a high ranked martial art!â Zhao Feng thought, he knew that although his Angry Dragon Fists had reached the peak level, it was not a match for Zhao Yijianâs Cold Flowing Sword.
âIce Cold Flying Explosion!â
Zhao Yijianâs move suddenly changed. The sword turned towards Zhao Fengâs landing spot.
Not good!
Zhao Feng was in midair and once he landed, he would not be able to dodge Zhao Yijianâs area attack.
âWhat a Cold Flowing Sword! He can already use area attacks while still below the fourth rank!â
âLooks like the battle has been decided!â The older generation, who were watching, praised.
âCome down!â Zhao Yijianâs Ice Cold Flying Explosion sent a chaotic blast towards the lower part of Zhao Fengâs body.
âLightly Floating Wave!â Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he compacted all of his blood, allowing for him to jump in midair.
Teng!
His body left the pull of gravity as jumped over Zhao Yijianâs killing move.
How..... is this possible?
Zhao Yijian stood dazed as he saw Zhao Feng âjumpâ over his killing move.
âWhat! Zhao Feng has trained Lightly Floating Ferry to such a high degree!â The main judge praised as he stroked his beard.
âLightly Floating Wave! That is the ultimate move of Lightly Floating Ferry, how did he manage to do this?â The martial artist who had once trained in Lightly Floating Ferry exclaimed as he stood up from shock.
On the stage.
Zhao Feng was running while Zhao Yijian tried to catch up. Soon, Zhao Yijianâs Cold Flowing Sword was approaching the high level, its damage and speed rapidly increasing.
Zhao Feng wasnât bad either. His Lightly Floating Ferry made him as light as a feather and although it seemed like he could only barely dodge the sword, the sword did not even touch him once.â
Time passed slowly.
While Zhao Feng was running, he tried to find any flaws in Zhao Yijianâs skill so that he could retaliate.
However, he suddenly realised that he could not even get close to Zhao Yijian, or else he would face a killing move. His Angry Dragon Fists could not even block one of Zhao Yijianâs sword blows.
If he tried to block one, he would get injured.
âDo I have to use.....â Zhao Feng sucked in a breath as the inner strength in his body awakened, then disappeared.
Relying on the Hiding Air Technique, he concealed his inner strength.
While in midair, Zhao Feng suddenly put his energy into his left eye.
Peh! Peh!
The moment the left eye was activated, Zhao Feng went into super-vision mode.
Although Zhao Yijianâs sword was fast, it slowed down in his eyes.
He could even see where the strength in Zhao Yijianâs 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.
âAngry Dragon Fist!â At a certain point, Zhao Feng retaliated.
âIce Cold Wind!â Zhao Yijian neither dodged nor defended. Instead his sword went for Zhao Fengâs throat.
Zhao Feng felt helpless as, although he could find gaps in Zhao Yijianâs moves, he could not attack since he would be unable to dodge Zhao Yijianâs sword.
âCold 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.â 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.
âJudge, 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.â
Usually, even if they stalled, Zhao Yijian had a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning, but he had an unknown feeling that stalling wasnât a good idea.
âBut.... they have not finished yet.â The main judge was a bit hesitant since Zhao Tianjianâs cultivation had reached the sixth rank and his status wasnât very low.
âAlthough they have not finished yet, can you not see who has got the upper hand?â Zhao Tianjian gave a âknowingâ look towards the main judge. It was obvious that if this was done well, thereâll be great rewards.....
âFine.â The main judge said, âNumber 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.â
This is ok?
Zhao Feng felt anger surge in his heart. The judge was obviously biased towards Zhao Yijian. Obviously, the judge couldnât openly say that Zhao Yijian won, but being the judge, they had the right to make a decision after a while. For example, the judge could make a decision if a match dragged out for too long.
The judgeâs decision did cause some disturbance.
âAlthough Zhao Fengâs got the lower hand, he is not losing at all.â
âHmph, all he can do is run! Heâs just wasting our time!â
The crowd discussed quietly.
Although some of the older generation felt that this was unjust, they were not willing to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son just for a mere branch sect disciple.
âFine! I will not run!â Zhao Feng laughed bitterly as he stopped.
âKid! Take my sword!â Zhao Yijian looked gratefully towards his father.
Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, faintly smiling. At this point, some people, like Zhao Kun, had gloating faces.
Zhao Xue looked at that familiar figure and sighed. She had a complex feeling towards him, some sympathy, some coldness.
Sssss!
Just as Zhao Yijianâs Cold Flowing Sword approached Zhao Feng, the latter didnât make any moves to dodge.
âAngry Dragon Fists!â Zhao Feng put all his anger into this punch
Arrogant!
The elders shook their heads.
âAi.â The main judge sighed as well.
âHahaha! Itâs no use. Break!â Zhao Yijian laughed as he waved his sparkling sword.
âOpen!â Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he gave off an extremely powerful aura.
Hu~~~
A faint green glow appeared on Zhao Fengâs arms and fists. It looked beautiful under the sunlight.
Before the fist arrived, the winds had already hit Zhao Yijianâs body.
Peh!
With Zhao Feng being at the centre, the dust under the unseen force slowly floated upwards.
âWhat! Thatâs....â
âItâs....â The main judge stood up; his face was full of excitement.
Not good! Zhao Tianjianâs expression turned ugly.
âWhat is going on!â Zhao Yijian felt an unknown pressure bear towards him, making him unable to even breathe. Even his sword speed was limited. In his eyes, Zhao Fengâs fist was like a roaring dragon.....
Dang! Kraaaakââ
Zhao Yijian spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clang!
His sword split into two pieces and fell onto the ground.
There was also an unseen force that travelled through the sword and flowed into his body.
âAh!â
Zhao Yijian groaned as he was knocked twenty metres back.
Hu~
As Zhao Feng lowered his fist, the dust fell slowly back onto the ground.
Not knowing how long had passed, someone shouted, âInner Strength of the Martial Path!â
Inner Strength!
A faint green glow flashed throughout Zhao Fengâs body.....