Chapter 23

In a single move, the gap between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang immediately became apparent.

Zhao Guang barely managed to stabilize his stance, panic-stricken, breathing heavily, and in disbelief.

Zhao Feng remained calm and smiling, not taking advantage of the situation to attack. In terms of speed, he had absolute confidence, even some martial artists at the fourth level of the Martial Path might not be able to surpass him.

For a moment, the battle between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became the focus of the ten competition platforms.

After a brief commotion below the competition platform, it gradually subsided.

"His speed is even faster than Zhao Guang's!"

The top three, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei, were both shocked and impressed.

"What a profound light body technique!"

On the viewing platform, some of the middle and upper-level elders in the clan were also slightly surprised.

"His body technique seems familiar."

The chief referee muttered to himself.

"He cultivates the 'Drifting Ferry'! There's no doubt about it!"

On the viewing platform, a martial artist took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complex expression.

It turned out that this clan martial artist had once cultivated the 'Drifting Ferry' light body technique.

However, the 'Drifting Ferry' was too difficult and was only a fragment, so he gave up after cultivating it for one or two years. His realm and proficiency were far inferior to Zhao Feng's at this moment.

"So it's the 'Drifting Ferry'!"

Some of the elders on the viewing platform suddenly understood.

"To cultivate the 'Drifting Ferry' to such a realm and proficiency, his comprehension is truly remarkable, but unfortunately..."

After the exclamation, some of the elders shook their heads slightly in regret.

Although the 'Drifting Ferry' is of a high grade, at least comparable to top-level martial arts, it is ultimately a fragment, with limited potential for the future.

"Zhao Feng has made his move!"

Another low murmur came from the crowd below.

It was clear that Zhao Feng took the initiative, his figure like a drifting leaf, his speed astonishing.

Zhao Guang did his best but found it difficult to dodge Zhao Feng's attacks, only managing to勉强应对.

Fifth Form of the Angry Dragon!

Zhao Feng used the 'Angry Dragon Fist,' a well-known intermediate martial art that many people recognized.

Bang! Clap! Clang...

Zhao Feng's entire body's blood and qi surged like a long river, as if he had transformed into an angry dragon. His punches were accompanied by low, fierce roars, his momentum astonishing.

Zhao Guang felt immense pressure; the opponent's blood and qi and explosive power pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

With each punch, he was forced back a step, even his internal organs were shaken.

He was completely dominated by Zhao Feng, with no ability to resist.

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng clearly outmatched him, and in terms of martial art power, Zhao Feng also had a slight edge.

Ah!

After the eighth punch, Zhao Guang spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately conceded.

Zhao Guang, ranked fifth, was defeated in less than ten moves.

Many people in the audience were stunned.

Although they knew Zhao Feng's strength could challenge the top five, the actual outcome was far more shocking than expected.

Zhao Feng's performance was on par with those ranked in the top three, such as Zhao Yue.

"This young man has astonishing comprehension. Not only has he perfected the basic fist techniques, but he has also cultivated the 'Angry Dragon Fist' to its peak realm."

"With the peak realm of an intermediate martial art, even without cultivating the 'Drifting Ferry,' his strength would still surpass Zhao Guang."

The elders and high-ranking members on the viewing platform, with their broad horizons, were both surprised and admiring of Zhao Feng's performance.

On the Heavenly Martial Field, the ten competition platforms continued their matches.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, his momentum approached that of Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.

By this point in the competition, only four people had maintained a perfect record: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

These four had become the "Top Four" of the Heavenly Martial Field, with extremely high popularity.

"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!"

Amidst a wave of enthusiastic cheers, Zhao Feng repeatedly stepped onto the competition platform.

Each time he went up, his opponents mostly conceded or were defeated in a few moves.

During this period, Zhao Feng also encountered Zhao Kun.

"I concede!"

Zhao Kun gritted his teeth, wishing he could find a crack to hide in.

Given the current situation, Zhao Feng's strength and popularity had surpassed his brother Zhao Gan, so he dared not embarrass himself.

The "Top Four" maintained their perfect records, advancing in tandem.

Many people were looking forward to the clashes between the "Top Four."

Finally, after sixty consecutive victories, the top-ranked Zhao Yue and the second-ranked Zhao Yijian met in a strong confrontation.

"Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!"

"Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!"

...

The crowd below erupted in cheers, many people were wildly excited.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, outside the "Top Four," also showed interest.

"Zhao Yue! After our defeat half a year ago, we finally meet again."

Zhao Yijian took a deep breath, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit and confidence.

In the outer circle of the clan, Zhao Yue was very low-key, diligently practicing, but his strength and foundation were the most solid, consistently holding the top position.

"Make your move, let's see if your 'Cold Stream Sword' is more powerful or my 'Iron Gang Body' is stronger."

Zhao Yue's voice was steady and powerful, his tall and robust figure overshadowing Zhao Yijian.

Clang!

Zhao Yijian drew his sword, the cold, sharp light slicing through the air, forming a chilling stream that was both fast and bone-chilling.

The moment the 'Cold Stream Sword' was unleashed, the air seemed to freeze, even the spectators felt an inexplicable chill.

"Iron Mountain Palm!"

Zhao Yue's body was like a mountain, his palm like steel. With a punch, the air rumbled, creating a heavy pressure like a mountain.

Clang!

In an instant, the sword and palm clashed, producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound, shaking the blood and eardrums.

In the moment of their clash, Zhao Yijian's figure wavered, retreating two steps, then spinning around, his sword tip more dangerously stabbing at Zhao Yue's lower body.

"These two, one is steady and solid, the other is sharp and unpredictable."

Zhao Feng silently observed.

Without a doubt, both Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian's strength could surpass ordinary quasi-martial artists.

Without cultivating martial path internal energy, Zhao Feng had no confidence in breaking through Zhao Yue's defense or withstanding Zhao Yijian's terrifying attacks with his bare fists.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

The confrontation between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian intensified.

Zhao Yijian's sword speed increased, the cold, icy stream and sword light intertwining, enveloping Zhao Yue's entire body.

Zhao Yue remained calm, his breathing steady, blocking all of Zhao Yijian's attacks.

This was due to his cultivation of the advanced body-strengthening martial art 'Iron Gang Body,' which provided strong physical defense. If it were an ordinary third-level martial artist, they would not be able to withstand a single strike.

"Zhao Yue has a solid foundation and long-lasting qi, excelling in defense. If Zhao Yijian cannot win within half a cup of tea, the outcome will be certain."

The chief referee said calmly.

"Heh, half a cup of tea? It won't take that long."

Beside him, the middle-aged martial artist, Zhao Yijian's father, smiled confidently.

"Oh?"

The chief referee and others were slightly moved.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yijian's sword traced a cold, icy arc, the air filled with the sound of winter's cold wind, bone-chilling and sharp.

Clang!

Zhao Yue grunted, his steel-like arm cut with a bloodstain, retreating several steps.

"How could my 'Iron Gang Body' be broken..."

Zhao Yue's face was slightly pale.

The 'Iron Gang Body' was a defensive martial art that strengthened the body. After cultivation, the skin and flesh were like iron, with astonishing strength, capable of withstanding blades and swords.

Combined with the advanced martial art 'Iron Mountain Fist,' his defense and strength reached their limits. He believed that no one below the fourth level of the Martial Path could break his defense.

"Advanced martial art, perfected!"

The referee on their platform exclaimed.

Advanced martial art, perfected?

The nearby Zhao clan disciples sucked in a cold breath.

It was well-known that martial arts had levels of "minor perfection" and "major perfection."

Cultivating an advanced martial art to minor perfection was already difficult, and reaching major perfection was even more challenging.

However, if an advanced martial art could be perfected, its power would increase by more than half compared to minor perfection.

The 'Cold Stream Sword' was originally a terrifying offensive advanced martial art. Cultivated to minor perfection, a third-level martial artist could rival a quasi-martial artist. If it reached major perfection, it would far surpass a quasi-martial artist and even threaten a true martial artist.

"Advanced martial art, perfected! Congratulations... Zhao Tianjian, to have such a talented son."

The chief referee smiled at the middle-aged martial artist beside him.

Zhao Tianjian, Zhao Yijian's father.

"Thank you, Elder!"

Zhao Tianjian was flattered. The chief referee was an elder in the clan, and as a martial artist, he held him in high regard.

On the competition platform.

"Cold Stream Flash!"

Zhao Yijian took advantage of the situation, his sword moving even faster, carrying the cold stream and wind, forcing Zhao Yue into a dangerous situation.

Rip!

Zhao Yue's chest clothing tore, blood splattered, and he retreated explosively.

"Zhao Yijian wins!"

The chief referee decisively declared the winner.

"Advanced martial art, perfected, and with a focus on speed and sharpness. I have no regrets in losing."

Zhao Yue sighed deeply, his eyes dim as he stepped down.

After defeating Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian's popularity and momentum were unstoppable.

"Zhao Yijian!"

"Zhao Yijian!"

The cheers from the crowd continued, drawing the admiration of many young people and the infatuation of some young girls.

At the moment of victory, Zhao Yijian was the king among the outer circle disciples, intimidating countless others.

Zhao Yijian looked around the competition platform, his gaze suddenly landing on Zhao Feng, a cold and contemptuous smile appearing on his lips.

"Brother Sword!"

Zhao Xue's face was flushed, slightly excited, as she approached.

At this moment, Zhao Yijian's formidable strength put her at ease, and she was certain she would not lose to that person.

At the same time, Zhao Xue secretly glanced at Zhao Feng from a distance.

Zhao Feng remained expressionless, unmoved.

The competition continued, and only three people maintained a perfect record: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

However, the crowd no longer had much expectation or suspense.

In their view, Zhao Yijian was already the unshakable king of the outer circle, and even among the inner circle disciples, he could rank among the top.

"Advanced martial art, perfected?"

Zhao Feng muttered to himself, his face still calm.

His perfect record continued, sixty consecutive victories, sixty-one consecutive victories...

But in the ranking matches, his encounter with Zhao Yijian was inevitable.

Finally, after sixty-nine consecutive victories, Zhao Feng stepped onto the competition platform, seeing a cold, stern young man in purple robes with long, arched eyebrows.

It was Zhao Yijian!

Their meeting drew many gazes, and the field fell strangely silent.

After all, Zhao Feng was one of the three who maintained a perfect record.

"Zhao Feng! You won't concede too, will you?"

Zhao Yijian's face was filled with contempt, a mocking smile on his lips.

In his view, the only opponent in the outer circle was Zhao Yue, and the rest were just supporting roles.