Chapter 24

Facing Zhao Yijian's mocking disdain, Zhao Feng sneered in silence.

Zhao Yijian is indeed strong, but he is arrogant and likes to look down on others through his nose.

Therefore, Zhao Feng didn't bother with empty words; he only wanted to prove everything through action.

Although Zhao Feng didn't speak, his indifferent expression still made Zhao Yijian uneasy, his anger simmering.

Some of the spectators were somewhat taken aback.

Zhao Yijian was already arrogant enough, and Zhao Feng's expression of disdain was even more impactful, silently overpowering with greater force.

"Boy, you keep quiet now, but I'll make you speak soon."

Zhao Yijian's eyes turned cold and stern.

Clang!

He swung his precious sword, a cold, icy current slicing through the air at incredible speed, reaching Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye.

From the start, Zhao Yijian used the "Cold Stream Sword."

Though arrogant, he had observed earlier and realized Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-warrior, so he didn't underestimate him.

The moment Zhao Yijian's sword technique was unleashed, Zhao Feng felt a bone-chilling cold, his skin turning icy.

Pfft!

A cold, icy current narrowly missed Zhao Feng's shoulder by half an inch.

"What a cunning sword technique! So fast, it leaves only afterimages."

Zhao Feng dodged the sword, his heart racing.

If he only had the strength of a quasi-warrior, he would be no match for Zhao Yijian, who had mastered the "Cold Stream Sword."

Zhao Feng didn't think his defense could surpass Zhao Yue's.

Swish!

He leaped, light as a leaf, floating in mid-air on the sparring platform, keeping his distance from Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, in terms of offensive power, Zhao Feng couldn't match the "Cold Stream Sword" unless he had practiced advanced body-strengthening martial arts like Zhao Yue.

Where do you think you're going!

Zhao Yijian's face turned cold, and he leaped, performing the "Cold Stream Sword" in mid-air.

No matter how Zhao Feng dodged, the cold current always locked onto him.

Truly a master of advanced martial arts!

Zhao Feng knew that even with his peak "Raging Dragon Fist," he couldn't withstand Zhao Yijian's "Cold Stream Sword."

"Cold Stream Waterfall!"

Zhao Yijian's sword technique suddenly changed, the sword's momentum surging. The cold current seemed to transform into a freezing waterfall, sweeping toward the area where Zhao Feng was about to land.

Not good!

In mid-air, once Zhao Feng landed, he would find it hard to escape Zhao Yijian's area attack.

"Truly a remarkable 'Cold Stream Sword'! Below the fourth level of martial arts, he can already launch area attacks!"

"It seems the outcome is already decided!"

Some of the elders in the audience cheered, praising Zhao Yijian highly.

"Come down!"

Zhao Yijian's "Cold Stream Waterfall" unleashed a violent sword light, the cold current sweeping toward Zhao Feng's lower body.

"Drifting Void Passage!"

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, and his entire body's energy compressed and swirled. In mid-air, his body suddenly generated force.

Soar!

He defied gravity, leaping again in mid-air, dodging Zhao Yijian's attack.

How... is this possible?

Zhao Yijian's killing move missed, his face stunned as he watched Zhao Feng "drift" through the air, calmly avoiding the crisis.

"Truly remarkable, Zhao Feng! To have mastered the 'Drifting Passage' to such a degree."

The chief referee stroked his white beard, his eyes shining.

"Drifting Void Passage! This is indeed a lightness technique from the 'Drifting Passage.' How did he do it?"

The martial artist who had practiced the "Drifting Passage" stood up, his face full of surprise.

On the sparring platform.

Zhao Yijian chased, and Zhao Feng fled, the situation perilous and thrilling.

As Zhao Yijian's "Cold Stream Sword" gradually reached mastery, its speed and power increased significantly.

Zhao Feng was no slouch either; the "Drifting Passage" made him as light as a feather, floating and leaping in mid-air, seemingly in mortal danger but actually at ease.

Time passed slowly.

While evading, Zhao Feng looked for Zhao Yijian's weaknesses and counterattacked.

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't get close to Zhao Yijian without facing a terrifying attack.

His current "Raging Dragon Fist" couldn't withstand a direct strike from Zhao Yijian's sword.

Even if he took a hit, he would be injured.

"Do I have to use it...?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, the martial arts internal energy in his body stirred slightly, then disappeared.

Relying on the "Hidden Qi Technique," he concealed his martial arts internal energy.

While dodging, Zhao Feng suddenly focused his mind and activated his left eye ability.

Thump! Thump!

The moment his left eye activated, Zhao Feng entered a super-visual interface.

Although Zhao Yijian was fast, in his eyes, everything slowed down, and he could see clearly.

He could even detect the changes in Zhao Yijian's internal energy, predicting his next attack through the flow of energy.

Soar! Soar...

Zhao Feng's dodges became even more effortless, placing him in an invincible position.

Raging Dragon Fist!

At a certain moment, Zhao Feng dodged a sword strike, suddenly closing in and counterattacking Zhao Yijian.

"Cold Stream Wind!"

Zhao Yijian's sword technique suddenly reversed, not dodging or defending, but directly stabbing at Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng felt helpless; although he found an opening to injure Zhao Yijian, he couldn't avoid the sword aimed at his throat.

"The 'Cold Stream Sword' is extreme, focusing only on offense and not defense. The hardest part is that he has mastered this martial art, leaving few openings. If I want to win by taking risks, I only have a fifty percent chance."

Zhao Feng quickly calculated and analyzed in his mind.

The biggest gap between him and Zhao Yijian was the level of martial arts.

At this point, to decisively win against Zhao Yijian, there were only two methods.

The first method—stall, keep stalling until the opponent is exhausted.

Zhao Feng was confident in this; with his left eye and martial arts internal energy, his stamina was better than Zhao Yijian's.

The second method—use martial arts internal energy to overpower him!

Just as Zhao Feng was contemplating.

"Referee, both fighters are promising talents of the clan. If the match drags on, there might be injuries, and you can't afford that."

Zhao Tianjian walked to the sparring platform and whispered to the referee.

Watching the match, Zhao Tianjian was worried about his son, Zhao Yijian.

Logically, even if the match dragged on, Zhao Yijian had at least a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning. However, he had an intuitive feeling of unease and couldn't let it continue.

"But... they haven't clearly determined a winner yet."

The referee hesitated, feeling awkward but not daring to offend Zhao Tianjian.

Zhao Tianjian's cultivation had reached the sixth level of martial arts, making him a high-ranking member of the clan.

"The outcome isn't clear, but who has the upper hand, can't you see?"

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly and gave the referee a meaningful look.

The meaning was clear: if this worked out, there would be a substantial reward...

"Alright."

The referee looked at the platform and said sternly, "Number 188, Zhao Feng, you are at a disadvantage. If you continue to stall, I have the authority to make a decision."

Is this allowed?

Zhao Feng felt a surge of anger.

The referee's decision clearly favored Zhao Yijian.

However, the referee wasn't blatantly violating the rules, as the competition rules gave the referee some discretion. For example, in cases where the outcome was hard to determine, the referee could make a decision to avoid delaying the competition.

The referee's decision naturally sparked some controversy.

"Zhao Feng is at a disadvantage, but he hasn't shown any signs of losing."

"Hmph! Constantly dodging isn't heroic. It's wasting our time. The referee is right!"

There was some minor controversy in the audience.

Although some clan elders felt it was somewhat unfair, no one was willing to stand up for a branch family member, let alone offend Zhao Tianjian and his son.

"Fine! I won't dodge anymore!"

Zhao Feng didn't get angry but smiled, his body drifting down.

"Boy! Take my sword!"

Zhao Yijian was secretly pleased and glanced gratefully at his father in the audience.

Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling silently.

At this moment, many in the audience, like Zhao Kun, wore smug expressions.

Zhao Xue watched the familiar figure on the platform, sighing inwardly, her expression complex, a mix of pity and coldness.

Swoosh—

As Zhao Yijian's "Cold Stream Sword" approached Zhao Feng like a winter wind, piercing to the bone.

Facing a master-level advanced martial art, Zhao Feng didn't dodge or evade.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

Zhao Feng's anger merged with the surging energy in his body, forming a roaring punch.

Not knowing when to give up!

Some of the clan elders on the viewing platform shook their heads.

"Ah."

The white-bearded chief referee also sighed.

"Ha ha ha! Like a mantis trying to stop a cart, useless. Break it—"

Zhao Yijian laughed, swinging his sword, a cold, sharp light cutting through the air like a cold rainbow.

"Break!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and a powerful aura suddenly burst from his surging energy.

Whoosh~

A layer of pale green, translucent energy swirled around Zhao Feng's arm and fist, shimmering in the sunlight.

Suddenly.

Zhao Feng felt his punch speed and power break through a barrier, surpassing his physical limits.

The invisible force from his punch reached Zhao Yijian even before the punch did.

Whoosh!

Dust particles around Zhao Feng were lifted into the air by the invisible force.

"What! That's..."

The clan elders in the audience were shocked.

"It's actually..."

The chief referee stood up, his excitement evident.

Not good!

Zhao Tianjian in the audience turned pale.

"What's happening!"

Zhao Yijian felt a strange pressure, his breathing difficult, his sword speed greatly reduced by the unknown force.

In his vision, Zhao Feng's punch seemed to lead a roaring, furious dragon...

Clang! Crack—

Zhao Yijian's body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Clang!

His precious sword broke in two and fell to the ground.

An invisible force surged into his body through the broken sword.

"Ah!"

Zhao Yijian let out a muffled cry, his arm broken, and he flew several meters, rolling to the ground.

This scene stunned many of the Zhao clan's young members.

Whoosh~

After Zhao Feng's punch, the invisible force spread in all directions, and the dust particles around him slowly settled.

After a while, someone exclaimed, "Martial arts internal energy!"

Martial arts internal energy!

A pale green, translucent energy flashed around Zhao Feng and then disappeared.