The King of the Gods
Chapter 39: Let You Have Ten Moves On Stage
Two true martial arts geniuses faced off. One was an outer disciple king, while the other was a top-tier inner disciple.
The audience began to calm down. Although the final result will not change, it is still an interesting match.
Hu~
A cold Inner Strength started flowing out from Zhao Han. It caused the entire arena to become increasingly cold. Although Zhao Feng was still several meters away, he felt his limbs start to freeze. This was not his imagination, the cold was really there. The source was from Zhao Han's Inner Strength element.
“A very strong Inner Strength! With it containing an ice element, its Inner Strength was stronger than most of the other fifth rank peaks. ” The older generation of the Zhao sect exclaimed.
Accurately. Zhao Han's Inner Strength was extremely powerful. Using this advantage, he had defeated the third strongest inner disciple of the Xin family "Xin Tong" in one fell swoop. His strength was already imprinted in their hearts.
Now that Zhao Han had gained control over his completely chaotic Inner Strength, he was even more terrifying.
"Zhao Han discovered a mysterious crystal fragment a few months ago, allowing his Inner Strength to expand exponentially." An old man smiled.
"No wonder his Inner Strength is so powerful."
The Azure Flower Continent was full of mysterious items and places. As it had been around for thousands of years, there were many tombs and strange items that could instantly help the lucky cultivators who had the chance to get it turned into powerful cultivators.
Clearly, Zhao Han was a lucky person, as he was able to obtain the mysterious crystal shards.
He had rapidly increased his cultivation level over the past six months and had the right to compete for the top inner disciple.
"Zhao Feng, I'll let you have three moves." Zhao Han looked down on Zhao Feng. The coldness of his voice seemed to complement his cold Inner Strength perfectly.
Three moves?
The crowd did not think he was arrogant. Instead, they think that this is completely acceptable.
After all, Zhao Han's rank far exceeded Zhao Feng's. From giving Zhao Feng three moves, no one would say that he had bullied the weak.
“Hahaha... three moves? Zhao Han's! Are you such a coward !? I can give you ten moves. ” Zhao Feng laughed loudly and said mockingly towards Zhao Han.
Ten moves!
The crowd looked at Zhao Feng like he was a monster. Zhao Feng did not reject the opportunity to have three moves only, he even gave Zhao Han ten moves to attack first.
The crowd immediately became quiet again after a bit of discussion.
"He must be kidding."
"It's so obvious."
Some shook their heads.
"After all he would lose, so giving Zhao Han ten moves was no problem."
…….
"Ten moves?" Zhao Han's face paled. Suppressing his anger, he bitterly spat out: "You seek death!"
Hu~
As soon as he finished, both of his shoulders emitted an ice-cold aura. Forty-eight inner disciples coughed in coldness.
A thin layer of silver white ice appeared on Zhao Han's palm as it flew towards Zhao Feng. The strength of this palm could easily destroy anyone of the fourth rank or lower.
“The first step. He's not attacking. HE began circulating the Air Crossing Breathing Technique and the Metal Wall Technique to protect his body. The two figures clashed together.
Pa!
Although Zhao Han's hand hit Zhao Feng, the latter twisted his body away, and managed to block the attack. In that interval, the Inner Strength of the two men clashed.
Teng! Teng! Teng…
One of the men was pushed back.
What the hell is going on!?
The disciples were shocked, because the one who was pushed back was Zhao Han! Zhao Han steadied himself after being pushed back. His face was pale with anger.
A numb feeling came from his arm and could not help but exclaim: "How did he have so much strength?"
When Zhao Han and Xin Tong were arguing ten days ago, Zhao Feng's body technique wasn't close enough to threaten him.
However, today, Zhao Fengs body technique was even stronger than Xin Tong.
“Hehe, you are not the only one who improved.” Zhao Feng smiled as he unleashed his Inner Strength.
His Inner Strength had broken through to the fourth rank and reached the fifth rank. His main point was that Zhao Fengs Inner Strength was under complete control, unlike Zhao Han, whose Inner Strength was suppressing others in quantity rather than quality.
"Inner Strength of the fifth rank!" Zhao Feng's cultivation was only at the peak of the fourth rank, but his Inner Strength had already reached the fifth rank.
“The strengthening technique of his body is very strong. It far exceeded the one that the sect disciple used.” The white-bearded judge smiled. His decision to support Zhao Feng was correct.
“He still has the aura of cultivation resources left. Looks like he's pretty lucky.” Sect head Zhao Tiancang said as he looked towards Zhao Feng.
"Don't be too full of yourself, I only used fifty percent of my power back then." Zhao Han turned his shame into anger.
The palm of the hand seemed slow, yet, it condensed its Inner Strength to an extremely dense point. Before the attack arrived, the chill had already frozen the opponent's blood.
"Second step!" Zhao Feng remained where he stood and once again, circulated the Metal Wall Technique and the Airborne Breathing Technique to block Zhao Han's attack.
The explosion!
There was a loud explosion as the figures intercepted each other. The shockwave swept through everything within a five-meter radius.
Zhao Han retreated once again. His arm was almost numb again.
After fending off Zhao Han, Zhao Feng felt a cold inner strength rush into his body. However after the Metal Wall Technique reached the fourth level, his body was not only as strong as metal, but it also increased the resistance he had to Inner Strength. Not only that, Zhao Fengs actual cultivation was actually at the fifth rank.
"It's impossible!" Zhao Han's face turned ruthless and leaped furiously towards Zhao Feng.
However, Zhao Feng was like a metal wall, not moving at all. No matter how furious he was at attacking, Zhao Feng from time to time fended him off.
"His defense may be the best of his inner disciples."
Sect disciple Zhao was in a daze.
Second step ... Third step ... Fourth step ...
Every time Zhao Feng blocked a move, he would tell Zhao Han how many moves he had used.
Zhao Feng had only lasted since the start of the match.
"Yes God! Was he really going to let Zhao Han have ten moves? ”
"Looks like. It's been five steps and he hasn't attacked. ”
Whispers through the crowd. On the stage, Zhao Yijian ranked twelve pale-faced: “Why is it like this…? When did he become so strong? Why not me!!”
"Not only did he not die, he became stronger ..." Zhao Tianjian's face turned green.
He had paid someone to kill Zhao Feng. Not only did they fail, they allowed Zhao Feng's strength to increase even more.
“The defense is at the metal wall level. Even the Inner Strength weakened against him. This meant that his Metal Wall Technique was at least at the fourth level.” Zhao Yufei's face was full of shock. He could not believe his eyes. Zhao Fengs Metal Wall Technique was given by him. He clearly knew how difficult it was to practice this skill.
Fifth movement…. Sixth movement…. Seventh movement…..
Zhao Han's attacks became even more insane. In the end, his lips began to bleed from how hard he bit him.
However, every time he attacked, Zhao Feng was never injured. Instead, retreating was injuring itself.
"Ninth step ... tenth movement ..." Zhao Fengs voice suddenly became loud: "Zhao Han! Ten moves are done! Your powers disappoint me. ”
It sounds like a nightmare.
Ten moves are done!
Zhao Feng stated the truth. If I let you have ten moves, then you will have ten moves.
This scene caused the disciples and elders to be greatly disturbed. Now, after the ten moves were completed, Zhao Feng would not hold on anymore.
“Anged Dragon Boxing!
A green color appeared in Zhao Feng's palm. The Angry Dragon Fist he used now almost surpassed the original Angry Dragon Fist!
Pa—-
The casual floating fist happened to hit a flaw on Zhao Han's body.
Whoa!
Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood as he was thrown backwards. At this moment, he had lost all sanity and he was fighting even crazier.
But the more he went crazy, the more flaws appeared. In Zhao Feng's eyes, his opponent was merely a child brandishing a stick. When Zhao Han calmed down, Zhao Feng thought that he was on par with Zhao Chi, the number two inner disciple. But with him going crazy, he was now no threat at all.
“I can't believe, lose..”.
After being beaten one after another, Zhao Han now only used pure strength, no skills involved. Immediately, Zhao Feng dodged one of Zhao Han's attacks and in the interval of pause, Zhao Feng landed a kick in Zhao Han's stomach.
The peng!
Zhao Han flew backwards tens of meters and landed first.
I can't believe it!
Zhao Han tried to get back up.
"Judge, why haven't you said that he lost?" Zhao Feng asked.
"Aah!" The judge finally recovered from his shock and quickly shouted: "Zhao Han, the challenge failed! The challenged will now take third place. ”
Third one?
Zhao Feng's lips curved into a smile. His goal of reaching the top three inner disciples was now accomplished.