Chapter 39

On the challenge platform.

Two martial arts prodigies faced off from a distance.

One was the recently risen "dark horse," Zhao Feng, who had swept through the outer layer; the other was the inner layer's top-tier powerhouse, Zhao Han.

The atmosphere on the field gradually quieted down.

Most people felt that this match had little suspense, but they were still excited.

Huh~

Zhao Han's face was cold, and the martial arts inner strength surging within him emitted a chilling pressure, creating an invisible cold wind around him.

From a few dozen feet away, Zhao Feng felt a chill enveloping him, making his body cold.

This was not an illusion but a real coldness, caused by the special and powerful martial arts inner strength within Zhao Han.

"What strong martial arts inner strength, and it even contains special attributes, surpassing even some peak fifth-level practitioners."

Some elders from the Zhao clan exclaimed.

Indeed.

Zhao Han's martial arts inner strength was astonishing.

During the battle with Xin Tong, the third-ranked inner layer practitioner of the Xin family, Zhao Han had won with just one move, thanks to this significant advantage.

At that time, Zhao Han's strength had left a deep impression.

To this day, Zhao Han's control over the violent inner strength within him was far superior to before, and his aura had become even more chilling and terrifying.

"Zhao Han, this child, a few months ago, had a fortunate encounter, absorbing the power from a mysterious ice crystal fragment, which allowed his martial arts inner strength to make a leap forward."

An elder from the upper echelons explained with a smile.

"Indeed, but such opportunities cannot be forced."

The elders nodded in understanding.

The Qinghua Continent, vast and boundless, has existed for thousands of years, leaving behind countless mysteries and ancient sites. The creatures living on this continent are not short of those who have had extraordinary encounters, rising to prominence in a single day, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Han was one of these lucky ones.

In the past half year, he had leveraged his personal fortune to rapidly increase his cultivation and strength, now possessing the qualifications to challenge for the top spot in the inner layer.

"Zhao Feng, I'll give you three moves."

Zhao Han looked down from a higher position, the coldness in his voice seeming to merge with his martial arts inner strength, his words carrying immense authority, making people shiver.

Three moves?

The audience did not think he was arrogant but rather found it reasonable.

After all, Zhao Han's ranking far exceeded Zhao Feng's, and by doing this, he wouldn't be criticized for bullying the weak.

"Ha ha ha... three moves? Zhao Han! Is that all you can do? I, Zhao, can give you ten moves."

Zhao Feng laughed loudly, unexpectedly strong, and retorted.

Ten moves!

The audience was in an uproar, looking at Zhao Feng as if he were a monster.

Zhao Feng not only refused Zhao Han's three-move offer but also offered ten moves.

This counterattack, at least in terms of momentum, was not weak at all, and even had a slight upper hand.

After the commotion, the field returned to silence.

"He must be joking, just saying it out of anger."

"Can't take it seriously."

Some people shook their heads.

"Anyway, he's bound to lose, so what difference does it make to give ten moves?"

...

"Ten moves?"

Zhao Han's face turned ashen, his brow twitching, and his chest burning with anger. His words were icy and bone-chilling: "... You are courting humiliation!"

Hiss!

Before he finished speaking, a silver-cold aura rose from his arms and shoulders, like the frost of a harsh winter, emitting a suffocating chill.

Many of the 48 inner layer disciples sitting opposite shivered.

With a cold snort, a layer of silver-cold frost swirled in Zhao Han's palm, like a heavy ice blade, slashing fiercely at Zhao Feng.

With his fifth-level martial arts cultivation and extremely powerful martial arts inner strength, the power of Zhao Han's palm was enough to intimidate any fourth-level martial artist.

"First move... come on!"

Zhao Feng shouted lightly, not attacking but instead activating the Lingdu Qi Jue to protect himself and secretly running the Tiebi Jue.

The two figures, one attacking and one defending, clashed head-on.

Bang!

Zhao Han's palm struck Zhao Feng, who crouched slightly, his arm twisting unexpectedly to successfully intercept the cold palm.

In an instant, the two martial arts inner strengths collided.

Thud! Thud! Thud...

One of the figures retreated several steps, accompanied by a surprised and angry shout.

What's going on!

Some of the Zhao clan disciples were completely stunned.

Because the figure retreating in a sorry state was Zhao Han!

Zhao Han retreated several meters, his face dark.

His arm was numb, and a faint pain spread through it. He exclaimed, "How can he have such terrifying strength?"

Ten days ago, Zhao Han had faced Xin Tong, whose body-strengthening martial arts were already formidable, almost threatening him.

However, compared to Zhao Feng, Xin Tong was like a dwarf standing next to a giant.

"Ha ha, in this world, you are not the only one to have had a fortunate encounter."

Zhao Feng smiled, his body emitting a sharp and agile martial arts inner strength.

That martial arts inner strength had even broken through the fourth-level barrier, reaching the fifth level.

Most importantly, Zhao Feng's martial arts inner strength was highly condensed and well-controlled, unlike Zhao Han's, which was mottled and impure, relying on quantity.

"Fifth-level martial arts inner strength!"

The elders on the viewing platform were slightly surprised.

Zhao Feng's displayed cultivation was at the peak of the fourth level, but his martial arts inner strength had reached the fifth level.

"His body-strengthening martial arts are highly advanced, probably surpassing all the inner layer disciples of our clan."

The white-bearded referee smiled with satisfaction.

The facts proved that supporting Zhao Feng was the right choice.

"He has the aura of some heavenly treasures, it seems this child has had some fortunate encounters recently."

The clan head, Zhao Tiancang, said with narrowed eyes.

"Boy! Don't get too cocky, I only used fifty percent of my strength just now."

Zhao Han's eyes were cold, and he was somewhat angry and embarrassed.

Snow Cold Palm!

Zhao Han leaped forward, slowly pressing his palm.

That palm, though slow, pushed and condensed a more intense cold inner strength, making the opponent's blood and qi cold before the attack even arrived.

"Second move!"

Zhao Feng remained calm, firmly standing in place, activating the Lingdu Qi Jue and the Tiebi Jue to intercept Zhao Han's attack again.

Bang!

A dull, heavy sound echoed in front of the two, and a circular wave of air spread out four to five meters, enough to knock down and injure martial disciples.

After the second clash, Zhao Han retreated several steps again, his arm almost numb.

After repelling Zhao Han, Zhao Feng also felt a strange cold inner strength seep into his body.

However, after reaching the fourth level of the Tiebi Jue, not only was his body as hard as iron, impervious to blades and spears, but his resistance to martial arts inner strength had also increased.

Moreover, Zhao Feng's Lingdu Qi Jue was not to be underestimated, and he himself had the true cultivation of the fifth level.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Han's face showed a hint of ferocity, frantically activating even more powerful martial arts inner strength, charging at Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng in his line of sight was like an iron wall, standing firm.

No matter how fiercely he attacked, Zhao Feng's iron wall remained unbroken, and his strength was astonishing, repeatedly repelling him.

"Such a strong physique, this level of defense could probably rank first in the inner layer."

The Zhao clan disciples present were almost stunned.

Second move... third move... fourth move...

Every time Zhao Feng intercepted a move, he would call out, putting immense pressure on Zhao Han.

Indeed.

Up to this point, he had been passively defending, without attacking.

"Heavens, does he really intend to let Zhao Han have ten moves?"

"Indeed, it's already five moves, and he hasn't attacked."

The audience was in an uproar.

On the platform, Zhao Yijian, ranked twelfth, had a pale face: "How can this be... how did his strength improve to this level? A fortunate encounter? Why not me!"

"He not only didn't die but also had a fortunate encounter..."

Zhao Tianjian, on the viewing platform, had a dark face, almost exploding with anger.

He had hired people to assassinate Zhao Feng, but instead, it had spurred Zhao Feng's rapid advancement, truly a case of losing more than gaining.

"Defense like an iron wall, immense strength, even resisting martial arts inner strength, he must have cultivated the Tiebi Jue to at least the fourth level."

Zhao Yufei's face was full of shock, almost unable to believe her eyes.

Even if she told her grandfather, he probably wouldn't believe it.

After all, the Tiebi Jue that Zhao Feng cultivated was exchanged from her, and she knew best about the power and difficulty of this martial art.

Fifth move... sixth move... seventh move...

Zhao Han's attacks became increasingly frenzied.

In the end, his eyes were filled with confusion and blood, and his lips were bleeding.

However.

Each attack made his tiger's mouth crack, blood flowing, and he was injured without even touching Zhao Feng.

"Ninth move... tenth move—" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly grew louder: "Zhao Han! Ten moves are over! Your combat strength is getting worse, disappointing."

His voice was like a nightmare, shaking Zhao Han's mind and body.

Ten moves are over!

Zhao Feng was not just talking.

He said he would let Zhao Han have ten moves, and he did.

He kept his word!

This situation left many Zhao clan disciples and elders speechless.

It could be imagined that after ten moves, Zhao Feng would not passively defend.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

A green aura rose from Zhao Feng's palm, like a floating flame, roaring like a dragon, unpredictable.

He was using the Raging Dragon Fist, almost surpassing the perfect realm of the Raging Dragon Fist!

By now, Zhao Feng's Raging Dragon Fist was subtly breaking through the original style of the fist, incorporating the agility and grace of the Lingdu Qi Jue.

Bang!

That graceful punch precisely hit a weak point on Zhao Han's body, and at the moment of impact, it exploded with the fierce power of a raging dragon.

Ah!

Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood, his body retreating, his arm almost broken.

But at this moment, he had completely lost his reason and roared, launching a counterattack.

However, the more he did this, the more weaknesses he exposed.

In Zhao Feng's eyes, the opponent was like a child swinging a stick, with no killing power.

When Zhao Han was at his peak of calm, Zhao Feng believed his strength could match the second-ranked Zhao Feng, even slightly surpassing him. Now, with his reason lost, he was no longer a threat.

"I don't believe it, give me defeat—"

After being defeated move by move, Zhao Han became even more frenzied, using his martial arts inner strength recklessly, with no technical content.

Soon, Zhao Feng dodged Zhao Han's attack and took advantage of the gap to kick him in the abdomen.

Peng!

Zhao Han's body flew through the air for several meters, landing in a dog-eat-shit position.

I don't believe it!

Zhao Han's face was ferocious, struggling to get up, ready to counterattack.

"Referee, still haven't declared him the loser!"

Zhao Feng frowned, reminding him.

"Ah!"

The referee "woke up" and loudly announced: "Zhao Han, challenge failed! The challenged party, Zhao Feng, takes the third place."

Third place?

Zhao Feng's lips curled into a smile.

His goal was to enter the top three of the inner layer, and now he had achieved it.

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