Chapter 21

When Zhao Feng spoke, it immediately caused a huge uproar.

Especially the Zhao clan descendants of the Seventh Group almost collectively developed a deep hatred for Zhao Feng.

"How outrageous! This guy is too arrogant!"

"Zhao Chen Gang, take him down!"

The commotion here drew the attention of the clan descendants from other groups.

"Basic martial arts? That's interesting."

In the crowd watching the match, a quiet and graceful girl with a jade-like appearance smiled, clearly showing a hint of interest.

The one who spoke was none other than "Zhao Qin," ranked fourth among the inner circle descendants.

As an inner circle descendant, Zhao Qin did not need to participate in the preliminary rounds, and her cultivation realm was enough to look down on all the clan descendants in the arena, even the top-ranked Zhao Yue from the outer circle, who was a level below her.

"Fine, fine, fine! Basic martial arts... I'll have to see what you've got!"

Zhao Chen Gang's face turned pale and then red, his eyes filled with extreme gloom.

The other party's performance was a blatant insult and disregard for his group's top position.

"Flowing Wind Fist!"

The anger in Zhao Chen Gang's gloomy face erupted with a punch as swift as wind and thunder.

As soon as he moved, he used the advanced martial art, "Flowing Wind Fist."

This set of boxing techniques was known for its speed and overwhelming momentum. A master of this technique could sweep away leaves and wither grass, with attacks like a storm.

The power of Zhao Chen Gang's moves was exactly as everyone expected, approaching the level of a quasi-warrior, living up to his reputation as the top of the group and seventh in the outer circle.

However, most people were focused on Zhao Feng.

Facing a strong opponent, the top of the group and seventh in the outer circle, would Zhao Feng still use basic boxing techniques?

Zhao Feng remained calm and composed, and his actions spoke louder than words.

"Inferno Fist!"

A simple and unadorned punch, as if roaring with a fiery glow, exuding boundless passion and vitality, perfectly executed and naturally formed.

Another basic boxing technique!

In the Heavenly Martial Arena, the eyes of many Zhao clan descendants were drawn to Zhao Feng's movements.

"Another Inferno Fist!"

"He's still using basic martial arts?"

Some Zhao clan descendants were dumbfounded, their faces full of shock.

Many people thought that Zhao Feng was just talking big and wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous in reality.

But the actual situation was even more outrageous than they imagined!

"Kid, you're too arrogant, get down—"

Zhao Chen Gang's eyes almost shot out flames, his fists like meteor showers, with the force of thunder, making the nearby air seem to constrict.

The power of that punch made many Zhao clan descendants in the arena cheer.

"Third level of ordinary martial arts, he probably can't take this punch."

"Good, 'Flowing Wind Fist' is well-versed, grasping the essence!"

Even some clan elders nodded in approval.

*Peng Peng—*

In the blink of an eye, the two figures approached, their fists colliding head-on.

"Get down!"

Zhao Chen Gang's eyes were bloodshot, pouring all his strength into the punch, pushing 'Flowing Wind Fist' to its limit.

He was using an advanced martial art, and if he couldn't take down Zhao Feng in a few moves, how could he maintain his position in the top ten of the outer circle?

"Open!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were calm and steady. His boxing technique, as if imbued with a spirit, burned like a fiery light in the void, intercepting Zhao Chen Gang's punch at a subtle moment.

*Peng Peng!*

Zhao Chen Gang's body trembled, a fierce and explosive aura making his fists almost numb, and he was forced to step back two steps.

His opponent, Zhao Feng, only swayed slightly.

"…How is this possible!"

Zhao Chen Gang's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

A punch he thought would easily take down Zhao Feng was casually deflected.

"What's going on!"

The Zhao clan descendants near the Seventh Arena were stunned.

"I don't believe it… It must have been a coincidence! That kid accidentally hit the weak point of my move."

Zhao Chen Gang roared in anger, once again using 'Flowing Wind Fist' and charging at Zhao Feng.

"Inferno Fourth Form!"

Zhao Feng moved calmly, still using the basic boxing technique.

*Peng Peng!*

The two clashed again, and Zhao Chen Gang was once more forced back.

After two exchanges, although there was no clear winner, Zhao Chen Gang was slightly suppressed.

"Really just basic boxing techniques… How is he doing this?"

The spectators were stunned, at a loss.

"How can basic boxing techniques match advanced martial arts and even gain the upper hand?"

Many Zhao clan descendants were puzzled.

One move… two moves… three moves…

As Zhao Chen Gang was repeatedly forced back by Zhao Feng.

Both were of the same level, with their own strengths and weaknesses, which was normal.

But using basic boxing techniques to suppress advanced martial arts was truly shocking.

What was going on?

Zhao Chen Gang's face was almost疯狂, attacking with all his might.

Thus, many people's gazes turned to the referee and some of the clan elders on the viewing platform.

"Zhao Feng's combat awareness and practical skills far surpass Zhao Chen Gang, and his mindset is also very calm."

A referee said somewhat uncertainly.

His analysis clearly did not satisfy everyone.

"Ha ha, this young man has cultivated a basic boxing technique to the 'Perfection' realm."

An elderly voice came from the center of the viewing platform.

The speaker was an old man with a white beard, the chief referee of this preliminary round, with a long history in the clan.

Perfection realm?

The referees nodded, suddenly understanding.

As everyone knew, the higher the level of martial arts, the greater the power.

But this was not absolute!

Martial arts have different levels, but the cultivation and realm of different people also vary.

For example, if one person cultivates a low-level martial art to its peak, and another person has just started a high-level martial art, the latter might not be a match for the former.

Generally, martial arts that enhance power are divided into four realms: initial, minor, major, and peak.

The peak realm is at 90% proficiency.

It is already quite rare for an ordinary person to cultivate a martial art to the peak realm.

However, the peak realm is not the highest.

Above it is the even higher "Perfection" realm.

Perfection means at least 99% proficiency, approaching perfection with no flaws.

"The difference between the Perfection and Peak realms may seem small, but the former has cultivated a technique to the point of perfection and simplicity, even transcending the constraints of the technique itself. Therefore, the gap between the Perfection and Peak realms is even greater than the gap between the minor and major realms!"

The chief referee smiled.

"But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight Zhao Chen Gang to a draw."

A martial artist beside him was still confused.

After all, advanced martial arts are three levels higher than basic martial arts, and Zhao Chen Gang had cultivated his advanced martial art to the minor realm.

"Correct! A basic boxing technique at the Perfection realm can barely match an advanced martial art at the minor realm. But you can also see that Zhao Feng's physical strength, reaction speed, mental fortitude, combat awareness, and other aspects all surpass Zhao Chen Gang, making him a promising talent."

The chief referee said with a hint of admiration.

After his explanation, everyone finally understood.

At this moment, the situation on the Seventh Arena changed.

"Zhao Feng is starting to counterattack!"

"Heaven! What incredible speed!"

Many eyes were drawn to the Seventh Arena.

*Peng! Peng! Peng…*

Zhao Feng shifted from defense to attack, his boxing technique like a free-roaming celestial horse, transcending the limitations of the "Inferno Fist" itself.

His attacks, speed, and power were flawless, and he always hit the vital points.

The originally furious Zhao Chen Gang was suddenly flustered, and in a moment of distraction, he was hit by Zhao Feng.

*Peng Peng—*

Zhao Chen Gang's shoulder was struck, and he screamed, his joint dislocated, falling to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

"Contestant 188, Zhao Feng, wins!"

The referee of the Seventh Arena exhaled deeply, his eyes still filled with surprise.

*Wha—*

The Zhao clan descendants of the Seventh Group were in an uproar.

"Zhao Feng actually defeated Zhao Chen Gang using basic boxing techniques!"

"Unbelievable! Zhao Chen Gang is the top of the group…"

Amidst the astonishment, Zhao Feng decisively defeated Zhao Chen Gang, achieving fifteen consecutive victories.

This meant he became the top of the Seventh Group.

Such a victory made him the focus of the outer circle descendants for the first time.

At this moment, the top-ranked Zhao Yue, the third-ranked Zhao Yi Jian, Zhao Yu Fei, and Zhao Qian all turned to look at Zhao Feng.

"Perfection realm? When the instructor lectured last time, I felt that the techniques of the 'Inferno Fist' had completely disappeared from my mind… This must be the reason."

Zhao Feng understood.

Since that lecture, he felt that his basic boxing technique had reached a new realm, possibly matching a quasi-warrior.

Zhao Chen Gang's strength was only barely approaching the level of a quasi-warrior.

"Good, a dark horse has emerged among the outer circle descendants."

The chief referee smiled slightly.

"Reaching the Perfection realm in basic martial arts is indeed unexpected. However… if he faces my son, 'Zhao Yi Jian,' he will only suffer a miserable defeat. After all, basic martial arts are just basic!"

A middle-aged martial artist beside him smiled calmly.

"Oh?"

The chief referee's face showed a hint of interest as he looked at the middle-aged martial artist.

The man was Zhao Yi Jian's father.

The middle-aged martial artist smiled but did not answer, his gaze falling on Zhao Yi Jian of the Second Group, looking very confident.

"True, the potential of basic martial arts is limited. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of effort to reach the Perfection realm, leaving no time to cultivate other high-level martial arts… What a pity."

The chief referee also shook his head at the end.

"Hmph! Perfection realm? Basic martial arts?"

Zhao Yi Jian of the Second Group sneered.

In his eyes, basic martial arts were not worth mentioning, even at the Perfection realm.

Beside him, a girl in a snow-white robe looked at the suddenly famous Zhao Feng, her bright eyes dimming, biting her lip, and whispered, "Brother Jian, you must defeat him."

"Xue'er, don't worry, I'll defeat him in three moves at most, ten at the most! But I don't want to make it too easy for him; I'll humiliate him properly."

Zhao Yi Jian said confidently.

His voice was loud, and many people in the arena heard it.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's gaze fell on them.

Their eyes met, and Zhao Yi Jian's eyes were cold, his face sinister.

Zhao Feng remained calm, a faint smile on his face.

"Contestant 188 vs. Contestant 233!"

The group matches continued.

After defeating Zhao Chen Gang, Zhao Feng faced no more opponents on the Seventh Arena.

Sixteen consecutive victories… Seventeen consecutive victories… Eighteen consecutive victories…

Most of the opponents Zhao Feng faced conceded, and those who fought were defeated with a single basic boxing technique.

"Being defeated by a basic boxing technique is too embarrassing!"

The Zhao clan descendants of the Seventh Group treated Zhao Feng like a plague, keeping their distance.

Eighteen consecutive victories… Nineteen consecutive victories… Twenty consecutive victories!

Finally, Zhao Feng won twenty consecutive matches, directly advancing from the group stage.

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