Chapter 26

After a hundred consecutive victories, Zhao Feng's popularity at the Tianwu Arena reached its peak.

"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng..."

The crowd was filled with many shouts.

Zhao Feng's strong rise had won the admiration of many young people of his age.

First place in the outer layer, well-deserved.

As Zhao Feng walked through the crowd, people automatically made way for him.

The nearby outer layer disciples showed reverence, even adoration.

Even Zhao Kun, who had often opposed him in the past, lowered his head in silence, no longer daring to have any thoughts.

"When did you provoke such a freak?"

Zhao Gan's expression was strange as he glanced at his younger brother Zhao Kun.

How would I know he would become so strong...

Zhao Kun felt like crying.

Zhao Feng slowly walked through the crowd, his gaze sweeping around.

At one moment, his gaze fell upon the figure of a girl in a snow-white robe.

Zhao Xue's expression was dim, her lips slightly pursed, and she dared not meet Zhao Feng's eyes.

Zhao Feng shook his head. Since entering the Zhao family, he and Zhao Xue had become like strangers.

He did not force anything; his ambition was to reach the ninth level of martial arts, the realm of martial arts sainthood, and to venture into the vast continent.

Next, Zhao Feng began to wait for the end of the ranking tournament.

The ranking tournament was nearing its conclusion, and at least the first place position was already determined.

Because apart from Zhao Feng, no one else had achieved a perfect victory; all had suffered some defeats.

As time passed, the rankings of the tournament gradually settled.

First place: Zhao Feng

Second place: Zhao Yufei

Third place: Zhao Yue

Fourth place: Zhao Gan

...

It was not until the ninth place that Zhao Yijian's name appeared.

Because Zhao Yijian had been seriously injured in his confrontation with Zhao Feng and did not participate in the subsequent battles.

"First place."

Zhao Feng's heart trembled slightly, still feeling a bit excited even after the result was confirmed.

Two months ago, he only wished to participate in the family martial arts meeting, even if it was just to make an appearance in the outer layer preliminary selection.

As for first place, he had never even thought about it before.

And what changed everything was that mysterious fused eye.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered a dark space.

A pale green spiral halo slowly extended and rotated, mysterious and profound.

The spiral halo had extended to three feet and nine inches, almost reaching four feet.

Zhao Feng understood that the longer the spiral halo, the stronger his left eye's power. As for what form it would take in the future, that was beyond his ability to predict.

When the rankings of the tournament were announced one by one, the preliminary selection would finally come to an end.

In a corner of the Tianwu Arena.

"In this batch of outer layer disciples, there are a few outstanding individuals. Especially Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, who might be able to catch up to Zhao Linlong in the future."

The speaker was a graceful and elegant girl with a serene and beautiful appearance.

She was none other than Zhao Qin, ranked fourth in the inner layer.

Since the opening of the outer layer martial arts meeting, only Zhao Qin among the top four inner layer disciples had watched from beginning to end.

"Hehe, it's just a small-scale affair."

A casual voice came from a black-robed youth standing beside her.

The black-robed youth stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Qin, lazily watching the outer layer martial arts meeting at the Tianwu Arena.

"I always feel that Zhao Feng is not simple. He concealed his martial arts inner strength, even I couldn't detect it. And his light body technique, if placed in the inner layer, could at least rank in the top three."

Zhao Qin had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Do you think he can threaten us? My opponent is only one, Zhao Linlong!"

The black-robed youth's voice carried a condescending tone.

"Zhao Feng, don't be careless. The third-ranked 'Zhao Han' has been in seclusion for the past few months, and his progress is likely significant."

Zhao Qin smiled mischievously.

"Zhao Han? I remember he has a younger cousin named Zhao Yijian, right?"

The black-robed youth's gaze shifted, and he glanced at Zhao Feng, who was the focus of many eyes, with a hint of amusement.

In the crowd, Zhao Feng suddenly felt a strange sensation and turned to look at a certain position.

In that corner, a quiet girl and a lazy black-robed youth were standing.

Zhao Feng recognized the quiet girl; she was Zhao Qin, ranked fourth in the inner layer.

As for the lazy black-robed youth...

"Heaven! It's Zhao Feng!"

"Zhao Feng! Ranked second among the inner layer disciples, only below Zhao Linlong!"

The crowd let out a chorus of exclamations.

Even some inner layer disciples showed clear signs of fear when their gazes met Zhao Feng.

From a distance, Zhao Feng's gaze met Zhao Feng's.

The moment their gazes met, Zhao Feng felt an无形 pressure.

Especially his left eye, when it locked onto Zhao Feng, gave him a sense of invincibility and no weakness to exploit.

Zhao Feng had a well-proportioned build, neither fat nor thin. The blood and martial arts inner strength in his body were balanced and evenly distributed throughout every inch of his flesh, exuding a heart-shaking explosive power.

"Fourth level of martial arts, peak! His strength is probably even more stable than Zhao Qin's."

Zhao Feng's left eye was extremely sensitive, and his judgment of strength was very accurate.

At the same level of martial arts, Zhao Feng's strength was greater, just as a third-level martial artist might not withstand a single move from a quasi-martial artist.

"It's said that before Zhao Feng advanced to the fourth level, he defeated a true martial artist with the strength of a half-step martial artist."

"I didn't expect him to come to the outer layer martial arts meeting."

The nearby disciples whispered, discussing Zhao Feng's past glory.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Qin did not linger and left one after another.

From their reactions, it was clear that Zhao Qin occasionally observed Zhao Feng, showing great importance.

As for Zhao Feng, he only glanced at Zhao Feng casually, but showed more interest in Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Feng's emotions fluctuated slightly but quickly calmed down.

Although he was now the first in the outer layer, compared to some of the top disciples in the inner layer, there was a significant gap.

At least, Zhao Qin, Zhao Feng, and others were true martial artists at the fourth level of martial arts, and the level and proficiency of the martial arts they practiced were certainly far superior to those of the outer layer disciples.

As night fell, the outer layer martial arts meeting finally came to a successful conclusion.

During the outer layer martial arts meeting, inner layer disciples had come to observe.

It was said that the second-ranked Zhao Feng and the third-ranked Zhao Han had both appeared.

Only one person had never shown up from start to finish.

That was Zhao Linlong!

One of the four great geniuses of Yuyang City.

Zhao Feng learned all this from the discussions of the nearby disciples on his way back.

"With my current strength, winning first place in the outer layer is not risky. But if it were in the inner layer..."

Zhao Feng's expression was solemn.

Each inner layer disciple was a key focus of the family's cultivation.

Given the current situation, Zhao Feng believed he could make it into the top ten of the martial arts meeting, and even had a chance at the top five.

But for the top three, the chances were slim.

Should he strive for first or third place in the martial arts meeting in half a month?

Zhao Feng's gaze flickered.

In a moment, he made a quick decision:

Strive!

He must strive!

He clearly remembered the rewards of the family martial arts meeting.

Only those who made it into the top three had the opportunity to choose "top-level martial arts."

Top-level martial arts!

This was the highest level of ordinary martial arts in the secular world.

A set of top-level martial arts could often be cultivated to the ninth level of martial arts, and only legendary holy-grade martial arts could surpass it.

To stand and survive in this world, Zhao Feng needed to enhance his strength, and high-level martial arts were a must.

"First place, or top three."

After setting his goal, Zhao Feng slowly walked home.

Upon arriving, he found the courtyard brightly lit with many visitors.

His father, Zhao Tianyang, and the Zhao family were extremely busy.

The usually quiet home was now filled with guests.

"Brother Tianyang, congratulations on having such a fine son."

"First place in the outer layer, and even cultivating martial arts inner strength, he will surely be a key focus of the family's cultivation in the future."

Some of the guests were enthusiastic and warm, and when they saw Zhao Feng return, they praised him again.

Zhao Feng felt a bit uncomfortable and frowned slightly.

Many of these so-called guests were relatives and neighbors who usually looked down on his family, and even had conflicts, so their relationship was not good.

But today, these people came to visit uninvited.

The Zhao family of three were busy, and it took a great deal of effort to send these people away.

It was not until late at night that Zhao Feng had the chance to talk with his parents.

"Martial arts inner strength? Half-step martial artist? Feng'er, you really know how to hide your abilities. You gave your father a great surprise today."

Zhao Tianyang's face was flushed with excitement.

Not everyone could enter the Tianwu Arena during the family martial arts meeting.

So, Zhao Tianyang could only watch from a distance and gather information.

When he learned that his son had won first place, Zhao Feng's parents almost doubted their ears.

"When did our Feng'er become so strong?"

Zhao's wife was somewhat suspicious.

Parents knew best the abilities of their children.

"Hehe, since that time I was struck by lightning, I felt my mind become more agile, and cultivating martial arts became much easier..."

Zhao Feng had to explain half-truths.

This explanation made sense.

The world is vast and full of wonders, and not every legendary figure was born with superior talent; much of it had to do with their experiences.

Moreover, Zhao Feng's fate had changed since he was struck by lightning.

After hearing this explanation, his parents had no further doubts.

That night, deep into the night.

Zhao Feng did not sleep but closed his eyes, recalling the process of participating in the outer layer martial arts meeting over the past two days.

In his mind, important scenes vividly appeared.

During the outer layer martial arts meeting, Zhao Feng often activated his left eye, and the scenes and details of the matches were imprinted in his mind.

This included the confrontations with strong opponents like Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei.

In addition, there were the details of the moves made by martial arts experts like Zhao Tianjian and the chief referee.

Of course, things far beyond his level were still difficult to analyze.

Even so, Zhao Feng benefited greatly, closing his eyes and immersing himself in these insights.

At one moment, he suddenly transformed into a black shadow, breaking through the window and arriving at a desolate area of the clan.

"Ha! Ha!..."

Zhao Feng's eyes were tightly closed, and his fists and palms moved without any pattern, including the shadows of techniques like the "Flame Steel Fist" and the "Raging Dragon Fist."

After that, his fist and palm techniques had a style similar to strong opponents like Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yue, and Zhao Yufei.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Bang!"

Zhao Feng's techniques became faster and faster, and finally, martial arts inner strength faintly burst forth.

At this moment, his consciousness touched the pale green spiral halo in the dark space, which slowed down and continued to rotate, extending from three feet and nine inches to further lengths.

In the final moment, the scene of being oppressed by Zhao Tianjian appeared in his mind.

"Ha!"

Zhao Feng shouted, and martial arts inner strength flowed smoothly and freely in his body. Each time he struck a palm, a low whistling sound was heard, and the power gradually increased.

After half an hour, when Zhao Feng was almost exhausted.

"Boom~~"

Zhao Feng felt a spasm throughout his body, and martial arts inner strength flowed through his blood and limbs, as if boiling and burning.

A warm feeling flowed through his entire body.

At the same time, a layer of sweat and dirt was expelled from his skin.

"Success!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

In the dark space, the pale green spiral halo broke through the threshold of three feet and nine inches, reaching more than four feet.

At this moment, whether in terms of martial arts inner strength or physical fitness, Zhao Feng had reached the fourth level of martial arts.

With each breath, he could feel the powerful strength in his