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Chapter 22 – Birth of a Black Horse

Hu!


Zhao Feng sighed as he sat down.


Zhao Feng was a dark horse that appeared in the group contest. By using only his core ranked martial arts, he had defeated everyone in his path.


Even Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh among the outer disciples, had lost.


“I want to know how the development of other groups.” Zhao Fengs eyes observed the other group. The allowance was divided into ten different groups, with each group having a fair mix of strong and weak disciples.


Other than Zhao Feng there were many others who had won twenty consecutive matches, so they could also directly advance to the next round. The fastest among them was Zhao Yijian of the second group.


Zhao Yijian's sword was extremely fast, before his opponent could react, the sword had already reached their throat. In terms of speed to enter the next round, Zhao Yijian was even faster than Zhao Yue.


"Among the outer disciples, only the top three, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, can threaten me."


Zhao Yue's age was a little higher, seventeen years old, and her muscular body looked extremely large.


"Fist the Wind Upside Down!" One of the disciples of the third rank punched Zhao Yue, but the latter did not even move.


What's up!?


The student began to sweat.


What defense!


Zhao Feng was a little surprised. The full attack of the third rank could not even injure Zhao Yue in the slightest. Zhao Yue must have practiced in a high rank body strengthening skill to allow his defense to surpass the damage given by the same rank.


At least Zhao Feng could not take a punch from a third rank cultivator with just his body.


If Zhao Yijian was said to be fast and explosive, then Zhao Yue was the opposite. He was slow and his defense was impenetrable.


Zhao Yufei used gentleness to defeat the violence. He would casually wave his hand and defeat the opponent. Every move seemed perfect. She was wearing a purple robe and her beauty was incredible. Those who noticed it had a refreshing feeling.


"Who is he? To have the strength of a pseudo martial artist at such a young age. ” Even some of the inner disciples were attracted by Zhao Yufei.


“She is beautiful and talented at the same time. When people like him enter the inner disciples, we won't even have a chance.”


“He's too young. Two more years and she could probably be compared to the prettiest girl in Sun Feather City, Qiu Mengyu.”


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To a certain point, more people focused on him than Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, the first and second. This was mainly due to her beauty and talent.


Soon the ten groups each had one person winning twenty games in a row. The first group was Zhao Yue, the second group Zhao Yijian, the third group Zhao Yufei, the fourth group Zhao Gan, the fifth group Zhao Guang


They were all ranked in the top ten outer disciples.


However, there was one unexpected person from the group of seven. Zhao Feng was a dark horse that rushed out and took Zhao Chengang's place.


Other than these ten people, not many others had won twenty consecutive matches.


The group race continued to run until there were ten people left in each group. Using the time of one day, there were now a total of a hundred disciples left. These hundred were the elites of the outer disciples.


The second day a hundred people once again met at Sky Martial Field.


After resting for one night, Zhao Feng felt extremely energetic. He discovered that these matches had helped to increase his cultivation to a certain extent.


“Today we will enter the second preliminary round! You are all elites of the outer disciples, but today, half of you will be eliminated, leaving fifty of you to enter the final tournament! It's a rule” A sound is heard all over the field.


One hundred contestants held their breaths as they listened to the rules.


Ranking is done by earning points, everyone starts with one point and every game they win will add to their points one, with each losing one point going to be deducted.


Finally, the fifty people with the most points would fight against the inner disciples.


"The beginning!" The judge's voice sounded.


“Number one hundred forty-four vs number twenty-six!’


"Number seventy-three vs number four hundred twenty-nine!"


The ten different stages all have ongoing matches.


Many will admit defeat if they see their opponents as too strong. For example Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, their opponents admitted defeat once they saw it. They would rather save their strength for the next round.


"Number one hundred eighty-eight vs number one hundred sixty-nine!"


It was Zhao Feng's turn. His opponent was a black-faced young man of the second rank.


"I admit defeat!" The black-faced young man saw that it was Zhao Feng so he immediately gave up.


Zhao Feng was a little stunned.


The black-faced young man was in the same group as Zhao Feng during the first round, but they never exchanged blows.


Like this, Zhao Feng earned his first point and his tally rose to two.


Soon Zhao Feng met his second opponent. This time her opponent was a girl of the second rank.


"I know your strength is strong but I won't admit defeat." The plain-clothed girl bit her teeth.


Facing this type of weak woman, some would let her win on purpose.


“Fire Metal Boxing!”


A simple punch once again came and dropped the girl six meters back. One move, quick and simple!


Zhao Feng did not want to waste time because his opponent was too weak and would not help him develop.


I'm lost! The girl was disappointed when she left.


“Hmph! Bothering weak girls, what's cool about that? ”


"Wait until I continue, I will take revenge for sister Xin!"


Zhao Fengs actions caused some youths to look at him with disdain.


"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!" The judge looked at Zhao Feng with full praise.


"I'm giving up!"


"I admit defeat!"


“Fire Metal Boxing!”


Most of Zhao Feng's opponents gave up, but those who didn't immediately lost.


"The strength of this child may have reached the rank of a quasi martial artist."


The more the match went on, the more people began to understand its strength.


Zhao Feng did not forget to pay attention to Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian.


At one time, in the third stage.


"Quick! Lookie! This is Zhao Yijian vs Zhao Gan!”


Zhao Feng turned around to see the two had already exchanged blows.


The second and fourth strongest outer disciples battle easily gained the attention of the crowd. These two people were both ranked in the top five and originally their strength did not have much of a difference.


“Change tenth of a venomous snake!” Zhao Gan shouted while twisting and circling on the ground like a snake. He was so agile that he managed to dodge Zhao Yijian's sword so many times.


Zhao Feng was slightly moved because Zhao Gan's strength had improved greatly since their meeting last month. He had also trained the Thirteen Change Poisonous Snakes to the tenth change, meaning that he now possessed the strength of a quasi martial artist.


Zhao Gan's strength was on par with Xin Fei of the Sky Cloud Forest.


"Even though you have improved greatly, you will still lose to me like you used to." Zhao Yijian while increasing his speed once again.


“It was an Ice Flowing Sword with a high-level skill! This is a very difficult skill to train!” Someone called.


Zhao Yijian's sword became even faster.


Zhao Gan was able to dodge at first, but as time went on, he increasingly rarely dodged. Immediately several slash marks appeared on Zhao Gan's body.


"Zhao Yijian won!" The judges stopped the fight because they wanted Zhao Gan to proceed to the next round as well without getting too hurt.


At this moment, Zhao Gan's back was filled with cold sweat as he looked at Zhao Yijian in disbelief, "How did you do this …..?"


Zhao Yijian used less than ten moves to defeat Zhao Gan.


"Zhao Yijian's strength is very strong!" One of the Zhao sect disciples exclaimed.


Zhao Yijian and Zhao Gan performed the spar before, but at that moment the fight lasted a long time, with them exchanging over a hundred blows, but now he only needed ten!


"Zhao Yijian's strength could probably be compared to Zhao Yue now." Some guess.


Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue. One is to attack while the other is to defend.


What would happen if the two met?


Many are waiting for the clash..


Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue were the two best choices for the title of "The strongest outer disciple".


Zhao Yufei did not lose either.


Zhao Fengs face remained calm as he looked at it. He has now won forty-four games in a row. But now he was meeting a strong opponent. It was a fifth rank outer disciple, Zhao Guang!


Zhao Guang also had over forty points and the only match he defeated was against Zhao Yue.


“Hehe, boy! Your line ends here! ” Zhao Guang laughs happily.


Many looked proudly towards Zhao Feng.


Fifth rank Zhao Guang was the strongest opponent he had faced so far.


"Your strength barely stepped into the rank of a quasi martial artist." Zhao Feng said calmly.


"Thul? Then I will feel what skills you have aside from core ranked martial arts. ” Zhao Guang's eyes blinked.


Shua!


As soon as he finished his words, he moved to Zhao Feng's side.


"What speed!"


“Zhao Guang and Zhao Yufei are both known for their footwork.”


Zhao Guang's speed caused a lot of praise from the crowd.


A speed contest? Zhao Feng looked ridiculing Zhao Guang.


Shua!


When Zhao Guang's palm was just about to hit Zhao Feng, the target disappeared from under his eyes! It was as if his palm was splitting Zhao Feng into the air.


“Not good.” thought Zhao Guang.


A hua!


The students below stared at the scene. Many who reacted quickly looked behind Zhao Guang.


Fist the Angry Dragon!


Zhao Guang only felt something coming to his back.


Pa!


Zhao Guang instinctively tried to block the blow, and managed to do so, but then she felt a raging force defeating her.


Blast–


Zhao Guang retreated several meters and nearly fell down.


"What skills did he learn to make his speed so fast!" Zhao Guang's heart rippled in surprise.