The King of the Gods
Chapter 53: Against Xin Wuheng
tenth movement!
The geniuses watching all held their breaths as they stared at the two figures intently. In the midst of them, Zhao Linlong and Zhao Ling had very ugly expressions on their faces.
"Ten moves, how could he ...?" Zhao Linlong's face flashed dangerously.
From the beginning of the peak until now, only he could withstand ten blows from Xin Wuheng, even though he was defeated at the tenth step.
But now.
The person he looked down on could also exchange ten moves.
Being the top genius of the Zhao sect, how could he allow this to happen? He was even more afraid when he thought of the fact that Zhao Feng could win …
“How can this happen!?” Zhao Ling's face pouted.
He had bet many times with Zhao Feng, yet he had lost everything. Zhao Feng's performance was no weaker than the god in his heart – Zhao Linlong.
No one is weaker. Better!
The dust fell and the two stood side by side. The two arms of Xin Wuheng and Zhao Feng intertwined as they both breathed out rapidly.
There was a bruise on Xin Wuheng's body that made him furrow his brows in pain. On the other hand, Zhao Feng stood upright, even though his clothes were torn, he was not injured because his Metal Wall Technique had reached the fifth level.
In terms of defense, he had the Metal Wall Technique, in terms of speed, he had the Lightly Floating Ferry, and in terms of offense, he had the Star Finger. In every aspect, he is top level.
Ten moves without being defeated!
The youths watching it broke into chaos. The legend of the ten styles of Xin Wuheng was finally destroyed.
There was someone who could exchange ten moves with him. This scene was like a heavy hammer smashing into the faces of Zhao Linlong and Zhao Ling.
Zhao Chi, Zhao Han and Zhao Qin all had shocked expressions on their faces. Who would have imagined that there was such a dark horse within the Zhao family?
Nah! He was a dark horse long ago!
From the outer disciple contest to the main tournament to the peak of geniuses, Zhao Feng had created a miracle.
"Too strong!" Happiness shone in Zhao Yufei's eyes.
“Hmph! Before he said that he could trade thirty, no.. Fifty moves!” Zhao Ling clenched her teeth and said reluctantly.
Although Zhao Feng's performance was even better than Zhao Linlong's, he didn't want to submit to him!
“Xin Wuheng, what you call ten moves must have something to do with your Cloud Chess Step. With ten steps setting up a trap and using as little energy as possible to produce as much damage as possible.” Zhao Feng said with a smile.
"You're right! You surviving ten moves means your strength is at least on par with mine, or even stronger than mine. ” A dangerous light flashed in Xin Wuheng's eyes.
The two of them faced each other, one of them could instantly attack.
"Ha huh! You are too humble unless your cultivation is only at the fifth rank peak. ” Zhao Feng said deeply with meaning.
Xin Wuheng's face suddenly became more serious.
Fire Metal Boxing!
Zhao Feng attacked while Xin Wuheng was distracted. This time he did not use Angry Dragon Fist or even Star Finger, he used the most basic skill – Flaming Metal Fist!
In short distances, the simplest and faster attacks have the best effect. And the Flaming Metal Fist was Zhao Feng's most used skill.
But Xin Wuheng was also no less, his senses had surpassed the limit of the sixth rank and it was equivalent to a Martial Master. As soon as Zhao Feng condensed his Inner Strength and took out his fist, he reacted by throwing out his palm.
The peng!
The collision between the fist and the palm made Xin Wuheng retreat. Zhao Feng had trained in the Metal Wall Technique and had an edge in both defense and strength. The fact that he struck first also made his punch stronger than Xin Wuheng's palm.
Fist the Angry Dragon!
Zhao Feng kept pressing ever since he won and his Inner Strength began to slowly move to the peak of the fifth rank.
After their first ten moves, Zhao Feng pushed Xin Wuheng back!
The audience watched in fear. No one could have imagined that there would be another talented youngster who could go up against Xin Wuheng.
Eleven movements ... Twelve movements ... Thirteen movements ...
Zhao Feng was in control for the first twenty moves. With his left eye, he noticed there was a slight wound inside Xin Wuheng's body, so he did not give him a break.
Xin Wuheng had to retreat to get some time to heal that light internal wound, but since Zhao Feng knew that with his left eye, he did not give Xin Wuheng time to recover. Stupefied audience.
Inside the Zhao family pavilion.
Zhao Linlong's face was extremely ugly and both of his fists were tightly clenched. Zhao Feng's cultivation was not even higher than his. Then why would he be able to fight on par with Xin Wuheng?
Under a big tree.
“Zhe zhe, interesting. I don't believe that a small town like Sun Feather City will have two talented geniuses, the potential of both of them could enter the top five of Jun City.” One of the silver figures said.
“We must report this to my Lord if both are taken by other factions.” The other one said carefully.
……………….
In the middle of the stage, the two figures struck each other but no one could determine the winner.
After twenty-two moves, Xin Wuheng began to slowly recover. His Cloud Chess Step specialized in using slow and steady speed to counter fast speed. Furthermore, he refrained from clashing directly with Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng was too strong in terms of pure strength, and once he used the Star Finger, the damage rendered was equivalent to a peak sixth rank. This meant that even Zhao Linlong, who had reached the sixth rank, would be defeated. Therefore, Xin Wuheng had to retreat occasionally and win time to rest.
Thirty moves ... Thirty-five movements ...
Finally, at the thirty-fifth step, Xin Wuheng managed to be slightly superior.
The battle became more intense and dangerous. Xin Wuheng would occasionally sneak attack and when he used the Cloud Chess Step, it made the sneak attack even more unexpected. But Zhao Feng's reflexes were amazingly fast, at crucial moments he would see how Xin Wuheng would attack.
"How did he do it? Is he the same as me? Does he have the senses of a Martial Master? Xin Wuheng thought curiously.
Fifty moves ... Sixty movements ...
No one wins!
Plash!
Zhao Ling fell helplessly to the ground, her face pale. Previously, he had bet with Zhao Feng that if he managed to trade ten moves, then he would lose.
But at that moment Zhao Feng laughed: "Ten moves are too few, at least thirty, no, fifty moves ..."
And at this moment, the two of them had exchanged over sixty moves with no signs of winning or losing.
Sixty movements ... Seventy movements ...
The offense rate both became higher and higher. Eventually, they reached eighty to ninety moves.
Xin Wuheng took a deep breath and the aura of "one with heaven" became increasingly clear. This aura was similar to the aura of the shy girl in the canyon, yet much fainter.
Facing this aura, Zhao Feng felt like an ant. The feeling stopped him from breathing properly.
After ninety moves, every attack Xin Wuheng made contained deep insights. Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened and a greenish-blue light covered his eyeball. Suddenly, he went into supervising mode. Every move Xin Wuheng made was now dozens of times slower.
Shua!
Inside the pitch black dimension. An empty figure of Xin Wuheng appeared and every action he took was replayed. The actions of the hollow figure contained deep insights and were easier to understand compared to the girl. Since he had already gained some insights from those Mysterious Wind Palms, Zhao Feng immediately studied this aura.
Open up!
Zhao Feng suddenly merged his Lightly Floating Ferry, Lightly Micro Step and Flaming Metal Fist into one. An aura similar to Xin Wuheng appeared on his body.
Pa—-
Zhao Feng thrust his palm towards Xin Wuheng.
Teng teng…..
Xin Wuheng's figure retreated, his face full of shock: “What!? Her palm..”
He had a strange feeling that the aura from Zhao Feng's palm had been stolen from him. If that were true, then it would be too frightening …
Xin Wuheng took a deep breath and condensed his Inner Strength. His senses were on par with Martial Masters and his speed and strength were condensing far beyond the sixth rank. This meant that any cultivator below the sixth rank could not defeat Xin Wuheng in terms of Inner Strength. This was also why he could defeat Zhao Linlong.
But he did not know that Zhao Fengs left eye had tracked down all of his Inner Strength and changes in his blood flow.
So it's like this…
Zhao Feng immediately gained more understanding of that aura.
Star Finger!
Zhao Feng's finger pierced through the air and this time it was even stronger than before. The Star Finger was also about condensing Inner Strength. After he found out how Xin Wuheng condensed his Inner Strength, Zhao Feng's Star Finger slightly pushed forward.
"Fantastic! Star Finger was approaching the third level of the peak. ” He really wants to thank Xin Wuheng.
First, he had gained some insight into that mysterious aura. Second, he had learned how to condense Inner Strength more efficiently.
Ninety-one moves ... Ninety-two movements ...
Zhao Feng fought even more courageously.
Although Xin Wuheng did not lose, he did not win either. What made it cold was Zhao Feng's potential, he could feel Zhao Feng getting stronger.
Zhao Fengs Inner Aura and Strength were almost completely similar to him.
What kind of person is this!?
Xin Wuheng was unwilling to admit that he had met his mortal enemy. His skill was his opponent's enlightenment and comprehension speed was even faster than him.
Ninety-five movements ... Ninety-six movements ...
They were approaching a hundred moves. Everyone present held their breaths, their eyes full of anticipation and excitement for the end result. According to the rules, when they exchanged a hundred moves, the geniuses and the hosts would decide the winner.
However, at the ninety-ninth step.
Teng!
Xin Wuheng spun around and jumped tens of meters into the air: "End here!"