Chapter 28

"First of the outer layer! Zhao Feng has come out!"

"He is the new king of the outer layer of the Zhao clan."

Zhao Feng's appearance caused a slight stir among the crowd.

"Tsk, tsk, I thought he was some big shot, but he's just a half-step warrior. Let Zhao Linlong come out instead."

The boy in the straw hat showed disdain.

Among the two clans' disciples present, he had the highest cultivation and prestige, and had not yet shown his skills.

However, when Xin Fei saw Zhao Feng, his eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit rose.

"Zhao Feng! That 'Xin Fei' is the first of the outer layer of the Xin clan. He single-handedly challenged three of us and won in one move."

Zhao Gan whispered as a reminder.

Single-handedly challenge three? Win in one move?

Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised, after all, Zhao Gan and the others were all quasi-warriors.

"Zhao Feng, we meet again. Do you remember our initial agreement?"

Xin Fei slowly walked forward, his gaze fixed on Zhao Feng.

He did not look down on Zhao Feng because of his cultivation.

Xin Fei still remembered the situation in the Hengyun Tianlin last time—when Zhao Feng was at the peak of the second level of martial arts, he defeated Xin Gang, who was at the peak of the third level, in three moves.

Half a month ago, Xin Fei advanced to the fourth level of martial arts, becoming the first of the outer layer of the Xin clan.

He heard by chance that a genius had emerged in the outer layer of the Zhao clan, who had condensed martial arts internal energy at the age of thirteen or fourteen, rising strongly and sweeping the outer layer to become the first.

And that Zhao clan genius was none other than Zhao Feng.

This time, he and the boy in the straw hat came to challenge the Zhao clan, not by chance.

The difference was:

Xin Fei's target was Zhao Feng, the first of the outer layer.

While the boy in the straw hat's target was Zhao Linlong, the first of the inner layer.

"Of course I remember, the sparring as promised."

Zhao Feng walked out of the crowd.

The two groups quickly cleared a space.

The scene gradually quieted down.

Zhao Feng and Xin Fei stood facing each other from a few yards away.

The boy in the straw hat, who was the mainstay of the Xin clan, was somewhat surprised and thought to himself, "Although Xin Fei has just advanced to the fourth level of martial arts, his strength cannot be underestimated, and he actually takes this kid so seriously."

"My cultivation and age are higher than yours. For this sparring, I will not use a knife for now."

Xin Fei looked resolute and put away his knife.

"Xin Fei, I advise you to give it your all."

Zhao Feng's tone was filled with confidence.

When he said this, the disciples of both clans were quite surprised.

Pfft!

Where does this kid get his confidence?

The disciples of the Xin clan on the opposite side sneered.

Zhao Yue, Zhao Gan, and others also looked stunned.

"Fine! As you wish."

Xin Fei's expression became even more serious, and he slowly drew his long knife.

"It's started!"

Zhao Feng lightly shouted, his figure transforming into a swift and ethereal wind. The "Lingdu Qi Jue" inside his body trembled rapidly, spreading throughout his body in an instant.

Many of the spectators present could hardly see Zhao Feng's movements.

Moreover, Zhao Feng's movements were light and graceful, as if his body had no weight.

Three Swift Wind Cuts!

Xin Fei's brow twitched, and the long knife in his hand emitted a powerful and fierce internal energy, creating an invisible wind that pierced the skin and bones.

Pfft! Sss! Sss...

In a short half-breath, Xin Fei's long knife made three consecutive cuts, the blade's energy slicing through the surrounding leaves, reducing them to powder.

Raging Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng's fist technique was unpredictable, and under the support of the "Lingdu Qi Jue," it burst with astonishing power while remaining light and graceful.

He easily dodged the first two cuts.

Clang!

Until the third cut, Zhao Feng's fist whistled out a pale green aura, roaring like a raging dragon, meeting Xin Fei's long knife.

"Such strong explosive power, and that martial arts internal energy, so strange and elusive."

Xin Fei felt a tingling sensation in his tiger's mouth and had to retreat, almost losing his grip on the long knife.

In addition, a light and elusive internal energy seeped into his body.

Thud, thud, thud...

Xin Fei retreated several steps before barely defusing the attack, feeling increasingly alarmed.

After suffering a loss in one move, he immediately understood the reasons:

First, Zhao Feng's "Raging Dragon Fist" had astonishing explosive power and was perfectly refined.

Second, Zhao Feng's punch seemed to find the weak points in the blade.

Third, Zhao Feng's martial arts internal energy was no less than his, and even more profound and sophisticated.

The biggest reason, however, was the third point.

As a true warrior at the fourth level of martial arts, how could his martial arts internal energy be inferior to a half-step warrior?

Seventh Form of Raging Dragon!

Zhao Feng launched a surging and roaring fist technique, pressing his advantage.

Because the "Raging Dragon Fist" had reached perfection, Zhao Feng's use of the technique transcended the original martial arts limitations, especially when combined with the "Lingdu Qi Jue," adding a touch of agility to the fist technique.

Six Swift Wind Cuts!

A fierce light flashed in Xin Fei's eyes, and he launched his strongest move without hesitation.

In an instant, the long knife's cold light swept wildly, the sound piercing and deafening. As the long knife moved, a series of sharp, blade-like auras sealed off several meters around.

In this situation, some of the nearby warriors were deeply moved.

Zhao Feng understood that the opponent's move was a range-attack, attempting to turn the tide and force him back.

However, Zhao Feng did not retreat. He dodged and approached calmly, occasionally delivering a punch to exploit the weaknesses in the opponent's blade.

In terms of speed and agility, he completely outmatched Xin Fei, and his martial arts internal energy was also much more sophisticated.

Clang!

Zhao Feng's punch struck the back of Xin Fei's knife, and he moved closer again, launching several thunderous punches, with his martial arts internal energy bursting out several times in quick succession.

Xin Fei retreated continuously, his blood surging.

Ah!

After seven consecutive punches, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying as he stepped out of the battle circle.

"Thank you for the match."

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, leaving the two clans' young men in shock.

"Amazing! To defeat a true warrior with the cultivation of a half-step warrior."

"Truly worthy of being the first of the outer layer of our Zhao clan, a genius who rose rapidly."

...

To defeat a true warrior with the cultivation of a half-step warrior is indeed not easy.

During the battle, Zhao Feng, limited by his cultivation, held back his strength and martial arts internal energy, and deliberately did not fully unleash the "Raging Dragon Fist."

Even so, he defeated Xin Fei with about ten moves.

"Your skills are remarkable, I, Xin Fei, am impressed."

Xin Fei did not become angry after losing, but was very composed.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but admire his opponent's attitude of not being arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat, which was rare and would surely lead to great achievements in the future.

"Tsk, tsk! You have some skills, I, Xin Tong, also want to test you."

The boy in the straw hat beside Xin Fei let out a strange, piercing sound.

Pfft!

With a wave of his hands, his straw hat and clothes flew off, revealing a body as if cast in bronze and iron.

Sigh!

The Zhao clan disciples present drew in a sharp breath.

Zhao Feng's left eye locked onto Xin Tong, and his brow twitched.

Every inch of Xin Tong's body seemed to be cast in bronze and iron, containing powerful blood and explosive power, with martial arts internal energy constantly flowing.

"Zhao Feng, be careful! He is the third-ranked Xin Tong of the inner layer of the Xin clan, who has cultivated the 'Bronze Skin Iron Body' to the fourth level, with boundless strength and invulnerability to blades and swords..."

Zhao Gan reminded him.

Before he could finish, Xin Tong slowly stepped forward.

There was no sign of him deliberately gathering blood and martial arts internal energy; the strength and pressure came naturally from his body.

"His physical strength alone is probably comparable to the fourth level of martial arts."

Zhao Feng felt an invisible pressure.

"Before challenging Zhao Linlong, you will be my appetizer."

Xin Tong licked his lips.

After speaking, he walked toward Zhao Feng as if no one else was there.

Or, more accurately, he used pressure to describe it.

Zhao Feng noticed several weaknesses in Xin Tong's posture, which seemed very casual.

Flaming Rigid Fist!

Zhao Feng quickly gathered internal energy with the "Lingdu Qi Jue" and lightly punched the opponent's chest.

Poom!

One punch hit Xin Tong, who laughed long and hard, "Is that all you've got?"

What strong physical defense!

The disciples of both clans nearby were dumbfounded.

"Not good!"

Zhao Feng's punch failed to break through the opponent's defense.

Scram!

Xin Tong's low voice was like a闷雷, and with a wave of his arm, a heavy and powerful martial arts internal energy, like the force of an iron bull, charged forward.

This attack, relying on his brute strength and formidable martial arts internal energy, could challenge a warrior at the fifth level of martial arts.

Zhao Feng, with his quick reaction, quickly gathered his martial arts internal energy with the "Lingdu Qi Jue."

Bang! Swish—

He lightly touched Xin Tong and used the force to float away, his figure like a leaf, performing several mid-air flips before landing on the ground.

"Such strong power, and his body, reinforced like steel."

After landing, Zhao Feng felt a slight surge of blood and qi in his body.

"Not bad, kid, take a few more of my moves."

Xin Tong's speed was faster than expected, and he rushed at Zhao Feng, his body like a steel fortress, pressing forward.

Zhao Feng naturally did not engage in a direct confrontation, using his speed and agility to his advantage, with his martial arts internal energy light and graceful, maneuvering around.

Bang! Clap!

Each time they clashed, Zhao Feng felt his arm go numb and quickly pulled away.

He was clear that the biggest gap between him and the opponent was in physical strength and defense.

Xin Tong was a warrior skilled in body cultivation, with muscles as hard as steel and strength far surpassing his peers.

Zhao Feng's cultivation was suppressed at the half-step warrior level, with his strength and martial arts internal energy only at 60-70% of their potential, making it difficult to face the opponent head-on.

"Ha ha ha... You're too weak, kid. Quickly let Zhao Linlong come out. Apart from him, I, Xin Tong, don't take anyone else seriously."

After shaking Zhao Feng off with a punch, Xin Tong stopped fighting.

Swish!

Zhao Feng landed like a feather, a smile on his lips.

Due to his advantages in speed and martial arts internal energy, Zhao Feng, even if he couldn't win, could still maneuver and remain undefeated.

Xin Tong was also at a loss, not wanting to tangle with Zhao Feng, as he needed to conserve his strength for the battle with Zhao Linlong.

"Is that so? Apart from Zhao Linlong, you don't take anyone else seriously?"

At this moment, a cold and icy voice came from behind.

The voice was so cold that it made people shiver.

Who is it?

Xin Tong shouted.

Everyone's gaze turned to the source of the voice.

"Zhao Han!"

Some of the Zhao clan disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Under everyone's attention, a youth in dark robes, with a calm and stern expression, slowly walked forward.

With each step, he emitted a strange cold force and a suffocating pressure.

"Zhao Han, ranked third among the inner layer disciples, just below Zhao Linlong and Zhao Feng."

Zhao Feng was also looking at Zhao Han for the first time.

However, when his left eye locked onto Zhao Han's body, he was greatly startled and blurted out, "Fifth level of martial arts!"

That's right, not the fourth level, but the fifth level!

"How is that possible? When did Zhao Han break through to the fifth level of martial arts?"

Some of the disciples of both clans were shocked and exclaimed.

"It seems the first place in the inner layer of the Zhao clan might change."

"At least we haven't heard of Zhao Linlong breaking through to the fifth level of martial arts."

...

Zhao Han's appearance intimidated both sides of the two clans.

His piercing gaze swept over everyone, pausing on Zhao Feng's face, and he said indifferently, "You are Zhao Feng?"

Hmm?

Zhao Feng felt a strange cold pressure and thought to himself: Does Zhao Han know him?