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Chapter 14 – The Power of a Semu Martial Artist

"The effect of the blood plant is very good." Zhao Feng felt amazing. He first thought that, with the help of the two hundred year old blood plant, it would still take at least two days to break through.


Zhao Feng thought that if everyone had the same effect, then cultivators at the fourth rank or higher would mean nothing.


Soon she found the reason:


First, he had never drank any potion before so he could absorb the potion to such a high degree. Second, the Air Pushing Breathing Technique had reached the third level, which made Zhao Fengs strength reach the third rank even while he was at the second rank. Third, Zhao Feng felt his body slowly change after fusing with his left eye.


Zhao Feng became calm as soon as he realized that many others in the Zhao sect had reached the third rank at his age. He could only be considered talented, not a genius.


Taking Zhao Yufei for example, he had reached the peak of the third rank two months ago and was already on the verge of learning Inner Strength, meaning he had the strength of a quasi martial artist.


“I might be on the same level as Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian. However, I do not have the confidence to win against them.”


After all, Xin Fei and Zhao Yijian had learned high-level martial arts skills, and had at least trained them to a low level.


Over the next two days, Zhao Feng consolidated his cultivation.


As he practiced the Air Pushing Breathing Technique, he realized that there was a low humming sound. Zhao Feng strengthened his left eye and realized that there was a faint green and red light forming between his blood and skin.


“Spiratory Techniques Pushing the Air close to the peak of the third level. My strength is no weaker than Zhao Yufei or Xin Fei who have the strength of a pseudo martial artist.


Once the Air Pushing Breathing Technique reached the peak of the third level, he would have a chance to grasp Inner Strength.


Most had to be half-step martial artists to reach this step. Even most of the top third rankers were unable to do this.


After he consolidated his foundation, Zhao Feng left the inn and headed for the Zhao sect. As for the other two blood plants, he did not plan to use them any time soon.


As soon as Zhao Feng left the inn, a beggar wearing torn clothes turned around and ran not far from him.


"Master Xin, he has come out!" The beggar arrived at a restaurant and reported to a young man dressed in silver.


"Okay, this is the silver you promised." The young man smiled coldly.


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As Zhao Feng turned into an alley, he heard footsteps rumbling from behind.


Teng sou ”””-


Two or three shadows flipped over the wall and chased after him from behind.


"Who's there!?"


Zhao Feng immediately turned around.


"Child! Leave ten thousand silver and we will release you.” The three disciples from the Xin family said as they surrounded Zhao Feng. The one speaking was a young man in silver clothes.


Xin Gang!


Zhao Feng immediately recognized the young man.


The three disciples in front of him had all reached the third rank and Xin Gang had reached the peak of the third rank.


“Ten thousand silver? Just the three of you?” Zhao Feng said indifferently as he stood tall.


He had spent nearly ten thousand silver in Sun Feather City and still had ten thousand left. These people were clearly planning to take everything for themselves.


"Child! I'm warning you, don't be so arrogant! I was injured last time, that's why you won. Today we will get a return for the “loss” we experienced at Sky Cloud Forest.”


"Hmph .... that day you took sixty percent of the tiger's value while one person from our sect died." One of Xin's disciples had greed and unwillingness in his eyes.


“Stop talking nonsense like that! We'll bring him down quickly in case of some accident. ” The young man on the left said as he kicked towards Zhao Feng. As soon as the other two followed.


"Hahaha, a bunch of trash." Zhao Feng laughed as he leaped seven meters off the ground and landed on the wall of a mansion.


He easily dodged the three frenzied attacks.


"Don't let him escape!" Xin Gang roared and became the first to jump towards Zhao Feng.


"Run?" Zhao Feng looked at Xin Gang mockingly as he immediately used the Air Pushing Breathing Technique and Lightly Floating Ferries, leaving a shadow in the air.


No fine!


Pa”-


Xin Gang, who was in midair, barely managed to block a single blow.


Whoa!


Even though he blocked it, the compulsion still made him crash into the stone wall which made him cough up blood.


“The strength of this child may have reached the fourth rank quasi. I can't even take one of his punches.” Xin Gang felt his eyes turn black and immediately warned his friends: "Xin Yu, Xin Chen beware!" However, before he finished warning them there was a shout coming from his left.


“Ahhhh.” Another young man suffered a broken bone.


"Run!" The last disciple Xin was frightened and tried to run away. However, before he could escape, a whistling sound came from behind.


the pah!


He felt his eyes turn black before he could even see the attack..


In terms of speed, Zhao Feng had learned a high rank martial arts skill and when used, it could be compared to a fourth rank martial artist.


“I'll let you go this time, but if you make me angry again .” Zhao Feng looked at Xin Gang coldly and then, like a bird, floated away.


“Excellent strength and speed.” The young man next to Xin Gang said in confusion.


"This Zhao Feng has just reached the third rank and already has the strength of ‘ pseudo’ martial artists." Zhao Fengs strength could now be compared to Xin Fei.


After finishing off Xin Gang and his friends, Zhao Feng returned to the Zhao sect.


Some disciples familiar with Zhao Feng were surprised by his cultivation.


"When did Zhao Feng reach the third rank of the Martial Path?" They all knew that Zhao Fengs strength was only at first rank twenty days ago!


"I heard that Zhao Feng and some of the Xin family disciples killed the "Green-Headed Tiger King" yesterday and he then stole over half the spoils …." A knowledgeable disciple of Zhao said.


“One deadly beast is worth about twenty to thirty thousand silver. This kid must have bought a super expensive herb that increased his cultivation.”


“What's so amazing about using outside help to improve one's cultivation? Those people usually have lower power.”


These disciples were all envious or insulting.


Zhao Feng had never thought that the information would reach the sect so quickly. Not caring about these people, Zhao Feng walked straight ahead. Shortly after, he arrived home.


He first saw his mother Zhao Shi sewing clothes.


"Dad, mother, it's a thousand silvers." Zhao Feng walked inside the room and took out a pile of silver.


"Thousand silvers?" Zhao Shi stared as he took the note.


"How did you get so much money?" Zhao Tianyang said in surprise. When he saw that his son's cultivation had reached the third rank, a strange glimmer flashed in his eyes.


“It happened like this .” Zhao Feng then told them a simple story about what happened in the Sky Cloud Forest. After listening to the story, Zhao Tianyang and Zhao Shi had a questioning tone aside from their excitement. After all, Zhao Feng was not used to having such an outstanding performance. However, as parents, they obviously want their children to be successful.


Zhao Feng sat cross-legged in his room and observed that worn-out room, “There is still one more month until the family sparring contest. If I could be an inner disciple. My parents status and treatment should have been a little higher.”


Closing his eyes, Zhao Fengs consciousness entered a pitch-black dimension within his left eye. The faint green ring had extended to three feet.


When Zhao Feng was at the first rank, the length of the green ring was one foot, and it was two feet when his cultivation reached the second rank. Now, three feet as he reached the third rank.


As the green ring extended, Zhao Feng discovered that the strength of his left eye increased. He could see each item in detail within ten miles. His mind energy and reaction speed also increased significantly.


Thinking up to here, Zhao Feng started to "outline" Lightly Floating Ferry once again.


Before long, the Lightly Floating Ferries were getting fewer and fewer unreadable.


Another third.. Quarter left.. One fifth


Nightly. Just as Zhao Feng was exhausted, the last part of the Lightly Floating Ferry was outlined. At this moment Zhao Feng held his breath as he looked at the contents.


"These footwork skills can even be ……"


Suddenly, his expression was replaced by ecstasy!