Chapter 29

"Indeed, it's me."

Zhao Feng answered very calmly.

For some reason, he vaguely sensed the coldness and hostility emanating from Zhao Han.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

The coldness on Zhao Han's face deepened. He only said three "fine" words and did not look at Zhao Feng again, instead turning to face the Xin family disciples.

Zhao Feng felt somewhat bewildered. It was his first time meeting Zhao Han; when had he offended him?

Zhao Yue walked up to him and whispered, "Zhao Han is Zhao Yijian's cousin; they used to have a good relationship."

Zhao Yijian's cousin?

Zhao Feng suddenly understood. No wonder Zhao Han was so hostile towards him.

At the outer martial arts meeting, Zhao Feng almost crippled Zhao Yijian's arm, and he was still lying in the hospital bed.

Such hatred made Zhao Tianjian, Zhao Yijian's father, harbor murderous intentions.

As a cousin with a good relationship, Zhao Han would naturally help Zhao Yijian seek justice.

Of course, at this moment, the Zhao clan disciples were facing external enemies.

Zhao Han had to first deal with the challenge from the Xin family disciples and temporarily put aside the matter with Zhao Feng.

"Wu Dao level five?"

Xin Tong's expression changed slightly, momentarily stunned.

But he quickly recovered and sneered, "So what if it's Wu Dao level five?"

As an outstanding figure among Wu Dao level four, he often fought with Wu Dao level five.

"Jumping clown!"

Zhao Han took a step towards Xin Tong.

With each step, the coldness from his body intensified.

That coldness was not an illusion but a real chill, coming from Zhao Han's martial arts inner strength.

"I want to see what you can do, having just broken through to level five."

Xin Tong sneered, but his eyes were filled with seriousness.

"Iron Arm Technique!"

Xin Tong charged forward, his powerful blood and martial arts inner strength fused into his iron-like arms, making him seem like a raging bull, launching a head-on attack.

He used a high-level martial arts technique, maximizing his full strength to overpower the opponent.

At this moment, Zhao Feng saw that there were no obvious weaknesses in the opponent. His blood and martial arts inner strength were condensed to the extreme, even enhancing his inner strength by half a level.

Clearly, when Xin Tong fought Zhao Feng, he had also reserved some strength.

"Snow Cold Palm!"

Zhao Han's body was covered in a chilling light, and a shocking silver cold aura surged from his body, spreading like frost.

When he unleashed his palm strength, cold mist rose around him.

That surging silver cold aura made Zhao Feng's heart race, as this inner strength was incredibly powerful, even approaching the level of Zhao Tianjian, who had oppressed him that day.

As Xin Tong rushed to the front, he felt an inexplicable resistance, as if he had entered an ice cellar.

"How can this be the inner strength of someone who just broke through to Wu Dao level five?"

Xin Tong was greatly alarmed.

Bang!

Palm and fist collided. Relying on his strength advantage, Xin Tong forced Zhao Han to take a step back.

But he himself let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

A strange cold inner strength penetrated the defense of the "Copper Skin Iron Body" technique, entering his body and injuring his internal organs.

"How is this possible? This inner strength has reached the peak of Wu Dao level five, approaching Wu Dao level six."

Xin Tong stood stiffly, his blood seeming to freeze.

Peng!

Zhao Han kicked him away, sneering, "With your level of strength, you dare to challenge Zhao Lulong? Only I have the right to defeat him honorably."

"Brother Tong!"

The Xin family disciples rushed to support Xin Tong.

"I'm fine."

Xin Tong struggled to get up, with some difficulty.

Given his physical strength, if it were a regular Wu Dao level four, he would have to lie in bed for at least a month.

"Zhao Han, I admit you are strong."

Xin Tong gritted his teeth, staring at Zhao Han in black robes: "But you just broke through to level five, and your inner strength is so powerful. You must have taken some kind of heavenly treasure or had some special encounter, gaining strength through external means. What's the point? If you face the top of the Xin family, 'Xin Wuheng,' you will surely lose!"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng and the others couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression.

Indeed, Zhao Han's situation was too abnormal, having just broken through to level five with such powerful inner strength.

When Zhao Feng's left eye first probed Zhao Han, he was startled, as the inner strength in Zhao Han's body was too powerful, exceeding normal limits.

Xin Tong's analysis was correct; Zhao Han must have relied on some external force.

"So what if I relied on external force? My luck is good, blessed by heaven. Once I fully refine this strength and defeat Zhao Lulong, I will challenge 'Xin Wuheng' at the Xin family."

Zhao Han said coldly.

Xin Wuheng, a disciple of the Xin family, one of the four great geniuses of Yuyang City.

Zhao Feng had also heard of this name recently.

According to legend, Xin Wuheng was the strongest among the four great geniuses, ranking first, and had broken through to Wu Dao level five a year ago, with strength surpassing Zhao Lulong.

After Xin Tong's defeat, the Xin family disciples withdrew from the Zhao family territory.

"Brother Zhao Han truly made a stunning debut, breaking through to Wu Dao level five after half a year of seclusion."

"The final martial arts meeting of the clan is only a dozen days away, truly exciting."

Zhao Han naturally received much attention and praise.

Of course, Zhao Feng's performance was also impressive, defeating a Wu Dao level four with his half-step martial artist cultivation, leaving people amazed.

Before leaving, Zhao Han suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with coldness and killing intent, staring intently at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng did not back down, meeting Zhao Han's gaze.

This was within the clan, and he didn't believe Zhao Han would dare to act openly against him.

Even if he couldn't win, Zhao Feng was confident he could escape using the "Piao Ling Du" technique.

"Using your own methods against you. We will meet again at the martial arts meeting challenge."

Zhao Han left with these words, turning coldly away.

Using your own methods against you?

Zhao Feng pondered these words, feeling a chill.

At the outer martial arts meeting, he had almost crippled Zhao Yijian's arm.

Zhao Han's intention to "use your own methods against you" was already very clear...

On the way back.

Zhao Feng asked Zhao Yue, who was beside him, "What is the challenge match?"

"Every year, the final martial arts meeting is conducted through challenges. Each participant can challenge a specific ranked disciple."

Zhao Yue explained.

It could be done this way?

Zhao Feng's heart tightened, fully understanding Zhao Han's intentions.

Zhao Han openly stated his intentions, showing his confidence.

With a significant strength gap, even knowing the "open strategy," it was hard to avoid.

"Want to cripple my arm?"

Zhao Feng returned home, his expression growing colder.

The final martial arts meeting was approaching, with only a dozen days left.

Zhao Feng began to prepare fully, training even harder.

Every night, he practiced the "Ling Du Qi Jue" technique, refining his martial arts inner strength.

Zhao Feng was very clear that the biggest gap between him and Zhao Han was the strength and quantity of martial arts inner strength.

In terms of subtlety, the "Ling Du Qi Jue" was at least a top-level internal cultivation technique, not inferior to any disciple in the clan.

Additionally, he practiced the "Raging Dragon Fist" during the day and occasionally practiced the "Piao Ling Du" technique.

The next day.

Zhao Feng practiced his fist technique as usual in the courtyard, feeling the "Raging Dragon Fist" becoming more and more perfect.

At the perfect level, the "Raging Dragon Fist" gradually transcended the original constraints of its techniques.

Zhao Feng's left eye had recorded many excellent confrontations among clan disciples, using these insights to improve and enhance the "Raging Dragon Fist" to the perfect level.

Therefore, after reaching the perfect level, the power of Zhao Feng's "Raging Dragon Fist" continued to increase slowly...

His current strength was more than twice what it was at the outer martial arts meeting.

"Can I come in?"

A clear and pleasant female voice came from outside the courtyard.

Zhao Feng felt the voice was familiar. He glanced sideways and saw a tall, elegant, and refined purple-clad girl waiting at the courtyard entrance.

It's her?

Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised.

"What, don't welcome me in?"

Zhao Yufei's clear eyes twinkled slightly, with a playful smile like a morning lotus, pure and flawless.

"Please come in."

Zhao Feng was momentarily stunned by her beauty but quickly regained his composure.

After Zhao Yufei entered, she quickly revealed her purpose, wanting to "spar" with Zhao Feng.

In her words, she seemed somewhat unwilling after losing to Zhao Feng last time.

"Alright, let's stop at a point."

Zhao Feng, of course, welcomed the challenge.

Among the outer clan disciples, Zhao Yufei was the only one who could spar with him.

Soon, the two figures clashed in the courtyard, exchanging blows without yielding.

During the confrontation, Zhao Feng only brought the "Raging Dragon Fist" to its peak.

Even so, he still maintained the upper hand.

After half a cup of tea time.

Zhao Yufei retreated, breathing heavily, her beautiful eyes flickering: "Your martial arts inner strength凝聚、攻击的速度很快，而且给人一种虚实不定的感觉，到底有什么秘诀？"

原来，在战斗中，赵峰控制了武道内劲，与赵雨菲保持在同一级别。

即便在这种情况下，赵峰的武道内劲依旧稳压一筹，每每占据先机。

这源于《凌渡气诀》的巨大优势。

“我修炼的《三息诀》是高级武学，专门修炼武道内劲，竟然不如他。”

赵雨菲心里很是惊讶。

“呵呵，这是我的独门绝技，可不会轻易外传。”

赵峰轻轻一笑。

赵峰的拒绝让赵雨菲稍显意外，很少有同龄异性会拒绝她的请教。

她脸颊上的红晕未散，明眸一转，笑盈盈地说道：“你身上也有明显的不足，如果有兴趣，我们可以做一个交易，互相弥补。”

“哦？说说看……”

赵峰顿时产生了一些兴趣。