Chapter 16

"Indeed, it is Zhao Mou, no doubt about it."

Zhao Feng did not back down, facing Zhao Qian directly. The martial arts third level qi and blood power emanated a faint sense of oppression.

This situation surprised many of the clan's younger members.

"When did Zhao Feng advance to the third level?"

Only now did Zhao Kun and others notice the change in Zhao Feng's cultivation.

Zhao Xue, standing beside Zhao Yijian, slightly opened her mouth, her face full of surprise.

"Hmph! Just relying on external aids to forcefully break through the realm, such a person, in actual combat, is easily defeated."

Zhao Yijian said with a hint of disdain.

"Perhaps."

Zhao Xue felt somewhat relieved.

"Zhao Feng, you have great courage, stronger than I imagined. No wonder you could beat my younger brother so badly."

Zhao Qian, with an appreciative look, walked a few yards away and stopped.

"Thank you for the compliment. Are you planning to avenge your brother?"

Zhao Feng smiled slightly.

"Yes!"

Zhao Qian was straightforward, his expression indifferent: "Although my brother was not skilled and often caused trouble, he was a waste of talent..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun, who was not far away, looked extremely displeased.

His older brother was cold and direct, giving no one any face.

Zhao Qian continued, "You are younger than me, and you just broke through to the third level of martial arts. I, Zhao Qian, will not bully you. If you can withstand ten moves from me, this matter will be settled."

"Alright."

Zhao Feng was somewhat taken aback but nodded in agreement.

Zhao Qian's older brother was not as tyrannical as he had imagined, and his personality was quite different from Zhao Kun's.

The two walked to an open space on the training ground and faced each other from a distance.

"It's starting..."

Zhao Qian's aura suddenly turned cold, his body and limbs moving in a strange, soft manner, crouching halfway, resembling a coiled venomous snake.

The Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake!

Some of the clan's younger members recognized the technique.

As his opponent, Zhao Feng felt an inexplicable chill.

Although he also practiced the Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake, Zhao Qian could exert greater pressure and threat on him.

"Second Change of the Venomous Snake!"

Zhao Qian, crouched like a snake shadow, swept toward Zhao Feng's head with lightning speed.

Zhao Feng felt a cold wind rush toward his head, and the sudden burst of speed and power from the opponent was one to two times stronger than Zhao Kun's.

Fortunately, his left eye clearly captured Zhao Qian's movements, and he quickly intercepted with a punch.

Peng Pa!

Zhao Feng successfully punched Zhao Qian away, but felt that the opponent's body, soft and weak, spun on the ground and then wrapped around his lower body at an astonishing speed.

"Such a tough opponent! No wonder he's in the top five of the outer clan!"

Zhao Feng was impressed, feeling that the opponent had truly mastered the essence and spirit of the Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake.

He even had the illusion that he was not fighting a person but a cunning and vicious venomous snake.

Peng! Pa! Pa...

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and focused, engaging Zhao Qian with a serious expression.

In a short time, Zhao Feng was almost in a passive position.

"I will not use my left eye's ability for now, to see how far I can go."

Zhao Feng remained calm.

Once he activated his left eye's ability, his reaction and insight would greatly increase, making battles with peers less challenging.

Of course, even without using his left eye, Zhao Feng's reaction and insight still surpassed those of peers.

At the beginning, Zhao Feng was completely on the defensive.

In the following moves, he relied on his own awareness and the intuition of a martial artist to counter and engage Zhao Qian, not falling behind.

Pa! Peng! Beng...

The two figures fought on the training ground.

They were almost in close combat, moving extremely fast, making the situation very dangerous.

"Zhao Feng's strength is stronger than I imagined."

"It's already five moves..."

Some of the clan's younger members were amazed.

"His progress is so fast!"

Zhao Xue's breathing was slightly rapid.

Not far away, Zhao Kun's forehead was sweating.

He had expected his brother to defeat Zhao Feng in a few moves, but he did not expect such rapid progress from Zhao Feng.

Soon, it was the sixth move!

It seemed that Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun were almost evenly matched.

"Fourth Change of the Venomous Snake!"

Zhao Qian's movements became even more supple, his limbs and body like sponges, rolling, bouncing, and entangling around Zhao Feng. Each failed attack could quickly change to another.

Starting from the fourth change, Zhao Qian's techniques became more powerful and difficult to deal with.

Zhao Feng felt the pressure increase. He only remembered that the old Zhao Kun had only mastered the first three changes of the Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake.

But Zhao Qian had mastered the first seven changes.

Each subsequent change of the Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake increased in power and difficulty.

Zhao Feng felt that the opponent's body was boneless, getting closer and closer, becoming more and more difficult to handle...

Shua!

Zhao Feng instinctively used the Drifting Passage technique, his speed suddenly increasing, creating distance from Zhao Qian.

Close combat was the strength of the Thirteen Changes of the Venomous Snake, and even his intermediate-level technique, the Angry Dragon Fist, felt strained.

Teng! Teng!

Zhao Feng's unparalleled speed and agility moved around Zhao Kun, always maintaining a slight advantage in speed, keeping a distance.

Eighth move, ninth move... tenth move!

The two figures suddenly separated, and the clan's younger members watching from the sides felt a sense of breathlessness.

"You win."

Zhao Qian looked deeply at Zhao Feng, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, then turned and left, leaving a group of stunned clan members.

"Thank you for the match."

Zhao Feng remained unperturbed, smiling faintly.

He did not use his full strength in this battle.

For example, Zhao Feng did not deliberately activate his left eye's ability, nor did he push the Drifting Passage and the Qi Pushing Technique to their limits.

He had two purposes for this.

First, to keep some of his strength hidden before the clan's martial arts meeting.

Second, to test his combat ability without deliberately using his left eye.

The result was clear: under the restriction of his strength, Zhao Feng fought Zhao Qian to a draw.

Of course, Zhao Feng could not be sure if Zhao Qian had held back, as they only fought for ten moves.

"When did he become so strong..."

Some of the clan's younger members who were familiar with Zhao Feng, who had previously mocked and ridiculed him, were now speechless and dejected.

Zhao Kun's mouth was wide open, stunned like a wooden chicken.

"Brother, even if you can't win in ten moves, you should help me teach him a lesson."

Zhao Kun followed, his face showing dissatisfaction.

"You should give up! Even without the move restrictions, I can't do anything to him. Zhao Feng's speed is clearly better than mine."

Zhao Qian shook his head.

"How is this possible!"

Zhao Kun was shocked, knowing his brother's character, which despised hypocrisy and formalities.

"He won..."

Zhao Xue's body was slightly stiff, her expression complex, looking at the distant figure of the young man, who seemed more upright and tall, exuding a calm and confident demeanor.

"This kid has some skills."

Zhao Yijian's expression was slightly cold: "But he only lasted ten moves against Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian... has been my defeated opponent for a long time!"

Hearing Zhao Yijian's words, Zhao Xue felt slightly relieved.

For some reason, she was particularly afraid of Zhao Feng becoming strong. The stronger he became, the more she felt resistant.

...

After the sparring, the training ground returned to normal.

Time gradually approached noon, and most people were waiting.

Only because today, a powerful martial artist from the clan was personally coming to the training ground to give a lecture and demonstration.

"Coach Chen is here!"

The crowd suddenly buzzed.

Zhao Feng followed the sound and saw a tall, cloth-clad middle-aged man slowly stepping into the training ground.

"This is Coach Chen."

Zhao Feng secretly activated his left eye's power and saw a strong aura of qi and blood surrounding the man, with a faint yellowish aura emanating from within.

With each breath, the strong aura of qi and blood and martial arts inner strength spread, emitting an intangible aura.

Why do powerful people have a different aura, as if they have an intangible field of pressure?

Through his left eye's sensitivity to qi and blood and martial arts inner strength, Zhao Feng gained a bit of insight.

At this moment, every step and every glance of Coach Chen brought an intangible pressure.

This was the aura of a true martial artist.

Martial artists below the fourth level of martial arts might not even have the will to attack when facing such a presence.

"So strong!"

The clan's younger members in the training ground were breathing heavily, their faces filled with awe and admiration.

The title of martial artist was the lifelong dream of many martial artists on the Qinghua Continent.

Even the old Zhao Feng was no exception.

However, now, his goal was not limited to this.

His current goal was to reach the seventh level of martial arts, even the legendary martial arts sage realm...

"Today, I will mainly explain the basics and foundations of the first three levels of martial arts, the application of martial techniques, and finally, the insights on martial arts inner strength..."

Coach Chen's voice was steady and powerful, as if it had a penetrating quality, audible even from hundreds of meters away.

Upon hearing the "martial arts inner strength" insights, the eyes of some of the top outer clan members, including Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei, lit up.

"Martial arts inner strength? This is perfect!"

Zhao Feng cheered inwardly, eagerly anticipating.