The King of the Gods
Chapter 19: The Beginning of the Martial Arts Contest
"Ninety-nine?"
Zhao Feng's lips curled up, “I'm getting excited for this contest ...”.
Those who could rank in the top 100 were all considered talented in the sect.
After all, there were over thousands of young people between the ages of twelve and eighteen in the sect. And at least five hundred of them had entered the competition.
If Zhao Feng hadn't joined the mysterious eye he wouldn't even have the right to enter right now.
“There are still twenty days left. I need to use my time wisely .... ”Zhao Feng went straight home to prepare for the competition.
The time of the family debate contest is approaching.
All of the Zhao sect youths were under a tense atmosphere …. Many disciples even broke through under this pressure ………. . .
This was the desired result of the higher level of the Zhao sect.
After Zhao Feng returned home, apart from consolidating his Inner Strength, he continued to train in Angry Dragon Fists. Until now Angry Dragon Fists were Zhao Fengs most powerful attack skill.
Half a month ago, he had trained Angry Dragon Fists to a high level. ”
Now, his Angry Dragon Skill had reached the peak level. ”
The peak rate represented ninety percent or higher of his maximum damage, which was over fifty percent stronger than at the high level. Up until now Zhao Feng had never heard of another outer disciple who had trained a middle rank skill to the peak level.
There's still half a month left until the contest.
Zhao Feng even used more energy to cultivate. The key focus is the Airborne Breathing Technique as it helps with Inner Strength. In order to continue his cultivation, Zhao Feng even used his three hundred year old blood plant.
Since he had already formed the first few threads of Inner Strength, his cultivation had increased at an insane speed and had easily broken through to the peak of the third rank. He was only half a step away from entering the fourth rank.
Hu ~
Zhao Feng let out a long breath. He had trained his body to its maximum potential.
“There are still three days left. I wonder if I can reach fourth place. "Zhao Feng muttered.
Being the most favored genius of the Zhao sect, Zhao Linlong had apparently reached the fourth rank two years ago.
For the next two days, Zhao Feng tried to reach the fourth rank but failed in his attempt. It's still within his expectations.
“My inner strength and my body strength are still far from reaching the fourth rank. '' Zhao Feng immediately found the reason. The first three ranks of the Martial Path spoke of a strong foundation. If that foundation is not solid, it will affect nature later.
And for the past two months Zhao Feng had broken through with extreme speed, which made his foundation not solid enough. Zhao Feng knew this and did not forcibly try to reach the fourth rank.
Soon there was only one day left.
"The family debate contest is about to start tomorrow!" Zhao Feng took a deep breath and a faint green ray appeared as he opened his palm. Having inner strength, he could instantly kill a cultivator of the third rank. Now, his strength was not like that of a pseudo-martial artist anymore. It was a half-step martial artist!
A pseudo martial artist could easily defeat a normal third rank in one or two moves and would even cause a certain amount of threat to a ferocious beast like the Green Headed Tiger King. However, once one reached the point of a half-step martial artist, one's strength exceeded that of a quasi martial artist.
Zhao Feng could now even exchange a few blows with the Green-Headed King Head. The biggest difference between him and the martial artist was not inner strength, but rather body strength.
That night, in a certain garden in the Zhao sect.
Jiang!
A sword was taken from its sheath and created an illusion in the air. The owner of the sword was a purple-clothed youth. His sword force had reached a frightening level.
His casual attacks could be compared to Xin Fei's Cracking Wind Sword, which could kill third rank cultivators in a single move.
“Yijianer, not bad! You have trained the Cold Flowing Sword high-ranking skill to a high level. Of the outer disciples, perhaps only you have trained a high rank martial art to a high level. "A middle-aged man said with a smile.
The purple-clothed youth was Zhao Yijian who was ranked third among the outer disciples.
“It looks like the first place among the outer disciples will change soon. And Zhao Feng, that insect, will be crushed under my feet! " Zhao Yijian said coldly.
When he mentioned Zhao Feng, his sword suddenly shot out five different blows. The power he used would even shock a true martial artist.
"Yijianer, your vision is limited. Don't just think about the outer disciples. "The middle-aged man shook his head," Your real opponent is an inner disciple! With your strength, you can easily fit into the top twenty, but you will embarrass me if you can reach the top ten. ”
"Yes, dad! I am seventy percent sure that I can get in the top ten. '' Zhao Yijian was very confident when he said this.
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“Yufei, preparations will begin tomorrow. How confident are you? " A one-handed old man said with a smile.
“Don't worry grandfather, I have full confidence that no one among the outer disciples is a match for me. "Zhao Yufei's face gave off a warm glow as he smiled.
"You just need to worry about Zhao Yijian. As for Zhao Yue, her skills are defense so she should not be able to threaten you. "One-handed parents analyzed.
"Zhao Yijian's? Possibly . "Zhao Yufei felt amazing.
Being one of the sect geniuses, no one could enter his eyes. However, he did not know why the young man continued to appear in his mind …. .
That person did not even rank in the top ten among the outer disciples ……
"Also, if you enter the finals and meet Zhao Linlong, who is ranked first, don't be stubborn. After all, he was the most powerful among the Zhao sect youths. "The old man warned.
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At the same time, in an incredible structure.
“Ganer, Kuner, you two should perform well in this year's contest. Especially you Gan'er. Your strength has reached the strength of a pseudo martial artist. With that, you should aim for the top ten. "A arrogant voice sounded.
"Yes, dad! With my strength, even Zhao Yue, who is ranked first among the outer disciples, is not my opponent. "Said Zhao Gan leisurely.
Zhao Kun, who was next to him said, "Zhao Feng! I have reached the third rank now and have trained the Thirteen Poisonous Snake Changes to the first six changes. I'll beat you in this contest! "
Even some elders anticipated this contest.
Countless Zhao sect disciples rubbed both of their palms for tomorrow's fight. Everyone is waiting for an opportunity to change their fate ………
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The next morning.
Just as the sky turned bright, many people began to be seen as they gathered in the "Sky Martial Field", an important area of the sect. Many of those who came were Zhao sect disciples, and some of them had medium or high positions in the sect.
Zhao Yijian's three outermost disciples, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei had also arrived.
Even Zhao Feng was here.
This was his first time entering the Sky Martial Field.
Sky Martial Field had ten stages, all of them had a surface area of a hundred meters. As time went on the students who came increased. However, most of them were outer disciples. Not many inner disciples appeared.
Zhao Feng did not feel strange because first there would be a prelude. The first allowance started with the outer disciples. Fifty outer disciples would then face off against the other fifty inner disciples. The essence of this was to eliminate the weak outer disciples, leaving only the elites behind.
This meant that the inner disciples did not need to enter the introduction. They only had to wait for the final tournament which was half a month later. ”
Finally, about twenty inner disciples appeared. These inner disciples looked attractive as they looked towards the outer disciples.
"Hehehe .. There are some quite strong outer disciples. I wonder how many inner disciples will be eliminated. ”
“I think only the top three have a chance to become inner disciples. “Murid-inner students discuss.
"Look! Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth among the inner disciples, was here! "
The crowd became quiet.
He was one of the main focuses of the inner disciples. He had a clear face and a calm demeanor. When Zhao Feng examined the girl with his left eye, he learned that he had weaker inner strength of his!
"Smartial artists… . . This Zhao Qin has reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path! " Zhao Feng took a cold breath. Although he knew that the inner disciple had outstanding talent, it was higher than he expected.
If Zhao Qin, who was at the fourth rank, already had fourth rank cultivation, then how strong would Zhao Linlong, who was at the first rank, be?
"I heard that Zhao Qin's strength was only weaker than the strength of Zhao Linlong, Zhao Han and Zhao Chi, and it was one step below the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City. ”
"First place Zhao Linlong, second place Zhao Chi, third place Zhao Han ... . none of them are here! "
Zhao Yue, who had first become an outer disciple, had her expression turned ugly. It was clear that none of them felt worthy of watching the match of the outer disciples
Their strength and rank had reached an unshakable step. Perhaps, they would only be seen in the final tournament.
Half an hour later, a voice sounded throughout the field, “The family sparring contest starts now! Today was the introduction and only the outer disciples would participate. Only fifty out of the five hundred and twenty-two people would proceed to the final tournament! "