Chapter 25

Wu Dao inner strength!

Hiss!

The sound of gasps spread throughout the Tianwu Field, reaching every corner.

None of the Zhao clan disciples present, the judges on the arena, the elders, and the higher-ups were not shocked.

On the viewing platform, the white-bearded chief judge stood up abruptly, his expression agitated: "To comprehend Wu Dao inner strength at the age of fourteen, the rank of a martial artist is within easy reach. With such talent, he is bound to be the next Zhao Lunkong!"

The eyes of the crowd gathered on Zhao Feng, focusing on this new outer-layer king!

Zhao Feng's breathing was rapid, and he looked at his fist in disbelief, watching as Zhao Yijian flew away, his arm broken, and his sword snapped in two.

This was still a restrained punch. When he shattered Zhao Yijian's sword with a punch, he barely managed to withdraw part of his Wu Dao inner strength.

Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's injuries would not have been limited to a broken arm; at least his entire arm would have been rendered useless.

If it had been a typical third-level Wu Dao practitioner, this punch might have directly shattered his internal organs, causing death on the spot.

"This is the power of Wu Dao inner strength..."

Zhao Feng's mind trembled slightly.

Around the arena, some of the Zhao clan disciples were shocked and fearful.

At this moment, they finally understood the true gap between martial disciples and martial artists.

"Zhao Feng wins!"

The judge finally reacted, giving a deep look at Zhao Feng before announcing the verdict.

Even with his deliberate favoritism towards Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng still won.

Not only did he win, but he also intimidated the outer layer with absolute strength!

In the face of absolute strength, even the most unfair treatment could not hinder his progress.

"Jian'er!"

Zhao Tianjian roared, a purple cold aura surging from his body as he flashed in front of Zhao Yijian in an instant.

His speed was terrifying, and the people nearby only saw a fleeting shadow.

"What incredible speed!"

Zhao Feng estimated that Zhao Yijian's father's strength probably reached the terrifying sixth level of Wu Dao.

The sixth level of Wu Dao was already the peak of the ordinary martial artist realm. One more step, and he could ascend to the level of a Wu Dao master.

"I lost... I actually..."

Zhao Yijian was in great pain, cold sweat streaming down his face, his arm completely numb.

Quickly, bring a healer!

Zhao Tianjian shouted with all his might, seeing his son's injury, his arm might even be crippled.

"Young man! In a mere competition, you used such heavy force. What are your intentions?"

Zhao Tianjian's face was cold, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes as he stared at Zhao Feng.

The terrifying aura of the sixth level of Wu Dao, combined with his powerful energy and Wu Dao inner strength, formed an invisible force of oppression.

Zhao Feng's figure wavered, his entire body's blood and breath seemed to be frozen, and it took great effort to speak.

Fortunately, he possessed Wu Dao inner strength, and he drove the pale green energy within his body, resisting with his strong will.

Thump! Thump!

His left eye pulsed frequently. In the dark space, the spiral halo slowly extended, faintly advancing from three feet nine inches, approaching four feet.

Under the unprecedented pressure, Zhao Feng's essence, energy, and spirit, as well as his potential, were further squeezed.

"Great! I now have all the conditions to advance to the fourth level of Wu Dao."

Zhao Feng was overjoyed.

After a battle, enduring Zhao Tianjian's oppression, it instead promoted his own progress.

The subtle changes in his body did not escape Zhao Tianjian's eyes.

This young man cannot be left alive!

Zhao Tianjian felt a sense of potential danger, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Young man, you, a mere branch clan disciple, dare to injure my son's arm. I will cripple your cultivation."

Whoosh!

A fleeting shadow, Zhao Tianjian lunged at Zhao Feng.

Not good!

Zhao Feng felt a huge sense of danger pressing down on him.

Fortunately, he was wary of Zhao Tianjian, and his left eye had already locked onto the opponent.

The moment Zhao Tianjian's internal energy and Wu Dao inner strength were triggered, he predicted the direction of the attack.

Soaring!

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng pushed the "Piaolingdu" technique to its limit, leaping nearly ten meters high, narrowly avoiding the attack.

But he knew that against a powerful sixth-level Wu Dao practitioner, he only had one chance to dodge.

Zhao Tianjian, missing his target, realized the situation was not good, and shouted in anger: "Die!"

He also used a light body technique, leaping into the air, grabbing at Zhao Feng.

"Piaolingxu Du!"

In mid-air, Zhao Feng generated a second burst of strength, taking a step in the air, heading straight for the viewing platform where the clan's higher-ups were.

He understood that Zhao Tianjian was only a mid-level figure in the clan, and the elders present would not allow him to act recklessly.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng barely avoided Zhao Tianjian's killing move, drifting towards the viewing platform.

"Damn! This kid..."

Zhao Tianjian understood Zhao Feng's intention.

"Zhao Tianjian, stop!"

A powerful voice descended from the void.

With those words, a powerful aura descended from above.

A white-bearded old man, surrounded by a white aura, floated above Zhao Tianjian like a feather.

Not good! It's the chief judge!

Zhao Tianjian felt immense pressure. He was facing an elder of the clan, a master at the seventh level of Wu Dao.

However, Zhao Feng was right in front of him, and he was extremely unwilling. Biting his teeth, he was about to charge.

"Get down!"

A stern and angry voice came from above.

Without the chief judge moving, a transparent white aura formed an invisible palm, striking down forcefully.

Smack!

Zhao Tianjian's Wu Dao inner strength dissipated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to the ground, lying prone.

Injuring from a distance, what a terrifying technique!

The crowd around was silent, clearly showing that the chief judge had cultivated Wu Dao inner strength to a realm where he could kill ordinary martial artists with a single finger.

"Elder! This Zhao Feng is ruthless, almost breaking my son's arm. How can he be let off easily?"

Zhao Tianjian knelt on one knee, a mix of fear and unwillingness.

"Hmph! Who is the ruthless one? When Zhao Feng struck, he clearly withdrew part of his Wu Dao inner strength. Otherwise, Zhao Yijian's arm would have been crippled, and he might have been in mortal danger."

The white-bearded chief judge's eyes were piercing.

Zhao Tianjian was speechless.

"Go and save your son!"

The chief judge waved his sleeve, his figure floating back to the arena.

The turmoil temporarily subsided.

Zhao Feng wiped a cold sweat, sending a grateful look to the white-bearded chief judge.

The chief judge seemed to sense it, smiling slightly, his eyes gentle, nodding in encouragement and approval.

This incident did not affect the continuation of the ranking competition.

After defeating Zhao Yijian, Zhao Feng rightfully became the "outer-layer king."

"He actually defeated Zhao Yijian..."

Zhao Xue, in a corner, her face stiff, felt a sense of dizziness.

From extreme joy to extreme sorrow, she felt as if she had fallen from heaven to hell.

In her field of vision, that familiar figure, as a king, was the focus of all eyes.

Everything seemed to return to the beginning in Qingye Town, where that young man, as a genius, stood tall in the Zhao family's branch clan, becoming the first among his peers.

Now at a new starting point, Zhao Feng had leaped to become the first in the outer layer of the Zhao family.

Seventy consecutive wins... seventy-one consecutive wins...

Zhao Feng's record was being refreshed.

His opponents mostly conceded directly.

Strong opponents like Zhao Yue and Zhao Gan were also defeated one by one.

Even against Zhao Yue, Zhao Feng's Wu Dao inner strength immediately broke through the "Iron Gang Body" known for its defense.

Zhao Feng's strength was no longer that of a quasi-martial artist but a half-step martial artist!

A half-step martial artist, on the basis of a quasi-martial artist, possesses Wu Dao inner strength, and to a certain extent, there is no essential difference from the fourth level of Wu Dao.

However.

There was still an anomaly in the competition.

Another person, Zhao Yufei, also maintained a perfect record.

When Zhao Yufei achieved her eightieth consecutive win, she faced the former top-ranked Zhao Yue.

"Butterfly Leaf Palm!"

Zhao Yufei shouted, her fair, jade-like hand shaking, a pale green, transparent aura surging from her blood and qi.

Snap!

Zhao Yue's "Iron Gang Body" was broken again.

"Heavens, another Wu Dao inner strength!"

A wave of gasps came from the crowd.

No one expected that, besides Zhao Feng, there was another person who had comprehended Wu Dao inner strength.

"Interesting, interesting!"

The chief judge's face showed a hint of a smile.

Zhao Feng's expression did not change at all when he saw Zhao Yufei's Wu Dao inner strength.

During the viewing, his left eye had already sensed the hidden Wu Dao inner strength in Zhao Yufei's blood and qi.

That day in the training ground, after the instructor demonstrated Wu Dao inner strength, several of the top-ranked outer-layer disciples had comprehended it.

Among them, Zhao Feng comprehended the most.

This was because he had the assistance of his left eye and the foundation of the third-level perfected "Tui Qi Jue."

Therefore, Zhao Feng was the first to cultivate Wu Dao inner strength.

In comparison, Zhao Yufei was about half a month behind him.

"It seems the first place is still uncertain."

The crowd of Zhao clan disciples became excited and eager.

As expected, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei met in a strong confrontation after ninety consecutive wins.

"Let's begin."

Zhao Feng's face was calm.

Although Zhao Yufei had comprehended Wu Dao inner strength, he was not afraid.

"Even though I know the gap between us, I will not give up."

Zhao Yufei's face bloomed with a smile, like a lotus in full bloom, beautiful and charming.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

Zhao Feng immediately used the peak-level Angry Dragon Fist.

Previously, the reason he could hit Zhao Yijian so hard was not just because of Wu Dao inner strength.

The "Angry Dragon Fist" itself was a top-tier intermediate technique, with astonishing explosive power. At its peak, the Angry Dragon Fist's power surpassed that of a high-level minor technique and even approached a high-level major technique.

At this moment, after being oppressed by Zhao Tianjian, Zhao Feng's potential was further unleashed, and his cultivation improved. The "Angry Dragon Fist" was even approaching the perfected realm.

If the "Angry Dragon Fist" could reach the perfected realm, it could even defeat a high-level major technique like the "Cold Stream Sword."

Bang! Crack! ...

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei's fists and palms clashed, with the latter retreating and dodging repeatedly.

Indeed, in a direct confrontation, Zhao Yufei was inferior to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng had comprehended Wu Dao inner strength earlier, and it was more powerful.

Moreover, the inner strength condensed by the "Lingdu Qi Jue" was more special, faster, and more graceful, like a celestial horse.

Although Zhao Yufei practiced a high-level footwork technique, graceful and agile, Zhao Feng's "Piaolingdu" was even faster.

Seeing Zhao Feng's attacks becoming faster and faster.

Zhao Yufei's breathing became rapid, her face flushed, and she gradually became exhausted, her movements slightly sluggish.

A good opportunity!

Zhao Feng's left eye immediately locked onto a weakness, and a punch grazed Zhao Yufei's shoulder.

Puff! Crack!

Zhao Yufei's body swayed, and she drifted back, performing a graceful flip in mid-air before landing on the ground.

"Thank you for holding back."

Zhao Yufei's eyes showed gratitude, her face still flushed, beautiful like a lotus.

Zhao Feng's previous punch clearly held back; otherwise, her fate would not have been much better than Zhao Yijian's.

"Admit it."

Zhao Feng nodded and smiled, appreciating Zhao Yufei's style.

After defeating Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng had no more opponents in the ranking competition. All his opponents conceded one after another.

"I concede!"

"I forfeit!"

...

Half an hour later.

Zhao Feng completed one hundred consecutive wins, with the highest points, firmly occupying the first place in the outer layer.

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