Chapter 3

"One move, and you lost..."

Zhao Feng's face was a mix of shock and excitement, hard to conceal.

Did he win? And with just one move?

Before the duel, due to the abnormality in his left eye, Zhao Feng was confident that he could withstand Zhao Kun's one move. If he performed well, he might even last more than ten moves.

However, the final result was completely beyond his expectations.

Zhao Kun's sudden attack was incredibly fast, and even the spectators had a hard time seeing clearly... But with his left eye locked on, all the movements were so clear and distinct.

When his left eye reached its limit, Zhao Feng felt that the opponent's movements were slightly clumsy and slow.

More incredibly, he even saw the flaws in Zhao Kun's moves!

Flaws!

Flaws in advanced martial arts!

Zhao Feng didn't understand why he could so easily see through the flaws in the opponent's moves. Perhaps Zhao Kun hadn't fully mastered the advanced martial arts.

In the end, Zhao Feng subconsciously attacked, intercepting the opponent's fatal flaw with the same accuracy as when he had used chopsticks to kill a fly, winning with one move!

Wow!

The many disciples on the training ground were in an uproar.

"Did my eyes deceive me? The one who lost was Zhao Kun!"

"Absolutely true, the one who lost was Zhao Kun."

Many Zhao clan disciples were taken aback, their faces showing strange expressions.

...

"How is this possible... I actually lost to this guy!"

Zhao Kun looked bewildered and doubtful.

That's right!

He lost in a daze, completely at a loss.

For a moment, the expressions of Zhao Feng and Zhao Kun formed a stark contrast.

"This must be an accident!"

Some Zhao clan disciples, seeing the stunned expression on Zhao Feng's face, suddenly realized.

With these words, the crowd quickly agreed.

"Right! This kid must have just been lucky, winning by chance."

"This guy's luck is really too good..."

The crowd was relieved, finding a "reasonable" explanation for Zhao Feng's victory.

"Luck? Maybe."

Zhao Feng smiled faintly and turned to leave.

"Kid! Stop right there!"

Zhao Kun, holding his abdomen, struggled to stand up, his face dark. "Zhao Feng! You just got lucky and won by chance. Let's have another match!"

"Another match?"

Zhao Feng frowned and glanced at Zhao Kun. "First, you're injured. Second, I don't have time."

With that, he turned and walked to the corner of the training ground, leaving a group of Zhao clan disciples staring at each other in confusion.

"Brat! When I recover and perfect the *Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake*, I'll settle the score with you."

Zhao Kun, his face a mix of shock and anger, left sullenly.

Recalling the previous battle, Zhao Kun concluded that he lost for three main reasons:

First, he underestimated his opponent.

Second, he had only mastered the first three moves of the *Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake*, which still had some flaws and wasn't fully perfected.

Third, Zhao Feng was just too lucky, winning by chance.

...

On the other side of the training ground, Zhao Feng began practicing his boxing.

"The reason I won that battle was mainly because Zhao Kun underestimated me. Advanced martial arts are so profound, and he hadn't fully mastered them, allowing me to see the flaws..."

Zhao Feng was very clear in his mind.

In the next battle, Zhao Kun definitely wouldn't underestimate him. If he could perfect the flaws in the first three moves of the *Thirteen Transformations of the Poisonous Snake*, Zhao Feng wouldn't have a chance.

After all, there was a significant gap in strength between the first and second levels of martial arts.

Martial arts have nine levels, with the first three forming the "Strength Cultivation Stage."

The "Strength Cultivation Stage" involves building strength, enhancing blood and qi, and solidifying the body's foundation.

Therefore, there is a difference of one to two hundred pounds of strength between the first and second levels of martial arts.

From this, it's clear how difficult it is to defeat a second-level martial artist with a first-level one, let alone with just one move.

"The key is to improve my own strength!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and began practicing the "Flame Steel Fist."

First move... Second move... Third move...

The Flame Steel Fist flowed smoothly through Zhao Feng's body, more fluid than ever before.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng retracted his fist and exhaled, his face showing surprise. The Flame Steel Fist has thirty-two moves, and he had completed them in one go, faster and more powerful than before.

After finishing the entire set of moves, he felt his blood and qi flowing more smoothly and vigorously, as if burning within him.

Thump! Thump!...

At the same time, the pulsing from his left eye became more intense.

Zhao Feng closed his eyes, and his consciousness quickly touched a dark space.

In the center of the space was a pale green spiral halo.

Originally, the spiral halo was only about one and a half feet long and very dim.

Now, the length and brightness of the pale green spiral halo seemed to have increased.

"Could it be! The special ability of my left eye is related to my own strength."

Zhao Feng speculated in his mind.

The strange transformation of his left eye had given him a chance to change his fate, first allowing him to defeat Zhao Kun unexpectedly, and now making his martial arts practice smoother.

"Again!"

Zhao Feng's gaze became sharp, and he repeatedly practiced the Flame Steel Fist.

Whoosh! Bang!...

Zhao Feng's punching speed and movements became faster, his fist techniques flowing like mercury, unceasing.

By the third practice, his speed was already twice as fast as before, and his power had at least doubled.

With each breath, he felt his blood and qi surging, and parts of his body that he couldn't usually train were now being exercised.

"At this rate, I should be able to break through to the second level of martial arts in the next few days."

Zhao Feng clearly felt his progress.

He continued practicing until evening, then wiped the sweat from his body and returned to his home.

After returning home, he still pondered the strange transformation of his left eye.

"The supreme divine power that continues my bloodline, ruling for a thousand autumns and controlling the ages—fortunate descendant, don't let me down..."

He remembered the voice that echoed in the dark space when he was unconscious.

Zhao Feng now speculated that this eye likely came from an ancient, god-like being and had fused with his left eye by chance...

Even at night, he could clearly see objects outside.

The dark night had almost no effect on Zhao Feng's vision. His eyes could even see birds flying in the sky several miles away...

Lying in bed at night, Zhao Feng felt his left eye pulsing frequently, emitting a warm sensation that seeped into his blood and deep into his body.

In this strange feeling, Zhao Feng gradually fell asleep.

The next morning.

Zhao Feng woke up early, stretched his limbs, and practiced boxing in the narrow courtyard.

"This small courtyard is too old and the environment is terrible. When I become stronger, I will definitely move my parents to a spacious courtyard."

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Soon, he began practicing the thirty-two moves of the Flame Steel Fist.

Whoosh! Bang!...

His fists whistled through the air, vibrating powerfully, with astonishing force.

After a few punches, Zhao Feng felt something was different.

With each breath, his blood and qi surged, and each punch had at least four to five hundred pounds of force.

"Huh!"

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, his fists glowing like fierce flames, whistling through the air.

Bang! Crack!—

A punch hit the tree in front of him, and a branch as thick as a fist instantly broke into several pieces.

"Wrong! This is definitely not the strength of the first level of martial arts. Could it be..."

Zhao Feng's heart raced.

To verify his guess, he took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and forcefully stomped on the ground.

Bang! Boom!—

The ground shook, the soil peeled off and shattered, and Zhao Feng's foot sank half an inch into the ground.

His face lit up, and he struck a heavy stone block in front of him, which immediately split into pieces.

This kind of strength was far beyond the first level of martial arts.

"Second level of martial arts... I've actually broken through to the second level of martial arts!"

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, closing his eyes to feel the stronger blood and qi within him.

He originally thought it would take another day or two to break through to the second level, but unexpectedly, he advanced after just one night's sleep.

His consciousness merged with his left eye, and Zhao Feng discovered that the pale green spiral halo in the dark space had extended from one and a half feet to two feet.

He vaguely sensed that his energy was stronger than before, and there were other indescribable changes...