The King of the Gods
Chapter 21: Maximum Level
Clearly, Zhao Feng's words caused anger. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.
"Hmph! This guy is too arrogant. ”
"Zhao Chengang! Drop her! "
The disturbance caused others to look back.
“Core ranked martial arts? That's kind of interesting. "A quiet girl smiled as she looked on attractively. He was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth among the inner disciples.
Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to enter the preliminaries. With his cultivation, he could defeat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue their difference was huge.
"Good… . Yes… . Alrighty! I will see..... . how strong your ranked martial arts core is! ” Zhao Chengang's face is deadly. The opponent's performance slapped his face!
"Flowing Wind Fists!" Zhao Chengang suppressed his anger and used a high-level Flowing Wind Fist skill.
This boxing skill uses strength and speed to defeat the opponent. His attack was like a raging storm.
Zhao Chengang's strength was good in the expectations of the crowd. His strength approached the Martial Weapon Artist and did not disappoint. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing a seventh rank outer disciple, was he still using a core rank martial art?
Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.
"Flaming Metal Fist!" That simple punch emitted a red glow.
It was a core martial art again!
"It's a Flaming Metal Fist again!"
"He still uses core ranked martial arts?" The Zhao sect disciples were shocked. Many of them thought that Zhao Feng was just joking, and that he would not do it.
However, the truth was, he was even crazier than expected!
"Son, fall!" Zhao Chengang's eyes looked as they could spit fire as both of his fists struck Zhao Feng. The power contained within his fist made many Zhao sect disciples shout.
“A normal third rank cultivator won't even be able to take this one hit. ”
"Not bad, the Flowing Wind Fist had reached a low level, it was clear that he had trained hard!" Even some of the older generations nodded.
Peh!
The two figures were at odds, fists against fists.
"Down!" Zhao Chengang pushed his Fist Wind Flow into the max. If he were to use a high rank martial art and could not defeat Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how could he gain a leg among the ten outer disciples?
"Open!" Zhao Feng was calm. His fists looked lively and easily blocked Zhao Chengang's fists.
The explosion!
The burns on Zhao Chengang's fist made his fist numb as he pushed back two steps, while Zhao Feng only trembled but did not move.
“. . . . . . . How is this possible?" Zhao Chengang was surprised. He thought that he could defeat Zhao Feng in one hit, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!
"What's going on!" The Zhao sect disciples around stopped.
“I can't believe ..... it was an accident! Accidentally hit my step weakness. '' Zhao Chengang howled as he charged back towards using the Flowing Wind Fist.
Whah!
Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were even, Zhao Chengang was being restricted.
"This really is a core martial arts skill …. . How'd he do it?"
"How can a core ranked martial art get in the upper hand while facing a high ranked martial art?"
The Zhao sect disciples were confused.
One step …. Two movements …. Three movements …. .
Each time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.
When two people of the same rank fought, it was normal to have one side win. However, using a core ranked martial art while fighting against a high ranked martial art was unheard of.
What the hell is going on?
Zhao Chengang went crazy as he used all his strength.
Many looked towards the judges and the older generation of sects.
"Zhao Fengs "conscience and battle skills far surpassed Zhao Zhao. “The judge said uncertainly. His analysis did not satisfy people.
“Hehe, this brat has trained core rank skills up to 'maximum level'. "An old voice sounded from the center of the crowd. It was an old man who had a white beard. That's the main jury of this contest.
Maximum level?
Some of the judges quickly nodded. Everyone knew that the higher the skill level, the more damage was given. However, this does not apply to everything!
For example, when one trains a low rank martial art to a high level, and another trains a high rank skill to a low level, a high rank martial art would not be as powerful as a low rank martial art.
Usually, the levels are: beginner, low, high and peak levels.
Normally, someone who trained martial arts to the peak level was already extremely rare. However, a peak level does not mean that it is the limit. The peak level above is the maximum level!
Max's level meant that the skill had been trained to at least ninety-nine percent of its full potential. It could be said it was 'perfect'.
“Although there seems to be a small difference between max level and peak level, the distance is huge! The difference was even greater than the difference between low level and high level! ” The main judge smiled thinly.
'' Even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight on par with Zhao Chengang. "A martial artist still doesn't understand.
After all, a high ranked martial arts skill was three levels higher than a core ranked martial arts skill, and Zhao Chengang had trained a high ranked martial art to a low level.
"You're right! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art could barely fight on par with a low level high ranked martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Feng's body strength, reaction speed, conscience etc all far exceeded Zhao Chengang's. ”
The judge praised. Through his explanation, the crowd was now fully understood.
Right at this moment, the battle at the seventh stage changed.
"Zhao Feng started attacking now!"
"Yes God! What incredible speed! ”
Peh! Whah! Beng …. .
The eyes of the audience were attracted by the seventh stage, only to see Zhao Fengs defense turn into offense. His fists had surpassed the realm of what Flaming Metal Fists could achieve.
His speed, his strength, all struck at the opponent's weakness. Zhao Chengang, who was in a state of frenzy, immediately fumbled and was struck by one of Zhao Feng's punches.
Pah —
Zhao Chengang shouted as his shoulder was pulled out of his socket.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!" The seventh judge said with a sigh.
A hua!
The seventh group became in an uproar.
"Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang by using only core rank martial arts!"
"Looky! Zhao Chengang was ranked first in the group ……. ”
Zhao Feng won the fifteenth match. This means that he is now the strongest in group seven.
At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei all looked up.
"Maximum level? When the martial artist held a lecture, I felt all the movements of the Flaming Metal Fist disappear from my mind …. . This may be why. '' Zhao Feng understood.
When he returned from college, he felt that his core ranked martial arts had reached the peak, where he could fight against pseudo-martial artists. And Zhao Chengang's strength had only barely reached a pseudo-martial artist.
"Not bad . It seemed like the outer disciples had a dark horse. “Major judge smiles.
"Core rank martial arts …. Even though he has trained him to the maximum level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core rank martial arts were only core rank! ” A middle-aged man smiles faintly.
"Oh?" The chief judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian's father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced at Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.
"Yes …. The potential of core ranked martial arts was limited …. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train him to the maximum level, which meant that he would not have much time left to practice other skills …. . Very unfortunate. "When the chief judge spoke here, he shook his head.
"Hmph! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art? ” Zhao Yijian looked on mockingly at Zhao Feng. In his eyes, core rank martial arts were trash.
The white-clothed girl looked at Zhao Feng in surprise, “Brother Yijian, you have to defeat him. ”
“Xueer, it's okay. I only need three to ten moves at most! But I won't let go easily, I will also humiliate him. '' Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was so loud that many people present heard him.
At this moment, Zhao Fengs eyes landed on them.
Their fourth eye meets. While Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold, Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number two hundred and thirty-three!"
The group contest continues.
After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang, he no longer had an opponent who was his match on the seventh stage.
Sixteen wins …. . Seventeen wins …. . Eighteen wins ……
Most of the people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they finished in one fist.
"It's too embarrassing to lose against a core ranked martial art!"
The Zhao sect disciples looked at Zhao Feng as if he was suffering from an illness.
Eighteen wins …. Nineteen wins ... Twenty wins in a row!
Finally Zhao Feng won twenty matches in a row, allowing him to proceed to the next round!.