Chapter 47

In the previous generation, the four great geniuses were also ranked, with Xin Wuheng firmly at the top.

Second was Qiu Mengyu, third was Zhao Linlong, and fourth was Qiu Changyi.

The first place was in the Xin family, the second and fourth places were in the Qiu family.

The Zhao family was clearly at a disadvantage.

However, in this generation, the Zhao family has risen to the top!

Not only did the first person of the Zhao clan, Zhao Linlong, break through to the sixth level, surpassing the cultivation of other geniuses, but also Zhao Feng, Zhao Yufei, and others, who broke through to the fifth level at a very young age, making the number and quality of geniuses in the Zhao clan surpass the other clans.

Comparing the number of geniuses above the fifth level of martial arts.

The Zhao clan has five: Zhao Linlong, Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and Zhao Yufei.

The Xin family has only three, including Xin Tong, who recently broke through.

The Qiu family has four, including the two major geniuses, Qiu Mengyu and Qiu Changyi.

"This generation's genius summit will likely be a fierce battle..."

The strength of the Zhao clan put pressure on the other two major clans, making them look serious.

After everyone was present, the genius summit officially began.

The summit mainly focuses on sparring and exchanges.

According to the summit procedures, each genius can display their martial arts and spar with others.

After each round of sparring, the organizers or others can participate in the evaluation, either praising or criticizing.

In the middle of the green stone ground.

"I practice a martial art called 'Sweeping Cloud Leg,' which has reached its peak."

A young man kicked continuously with both feet, accompanied by gusts of wind, his speed increasing until only the shadow of his legs could be seen, like a storm.

"Reaching the peak of intermediate martial arts is quite impressive."

People around praised.

What's remarkable is that this young man is not from one of the three major clans but is the top genius of a certain clan.

After the demonstration, the young man looked at Qiu Mengyu with burning eyes and clasped his hands, saying, "I am not talented, but I hope to spar with the first beauty of Yuyang."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience booed.

"Tsk, a country bumpkin like you wants to spar with Qiu Mengyu?"

"Want to challenge Mengyu? Beat me first!"

A fourth-level martial artist from the Qiu clan leaped out.

The two young men quickly engaged in battle.

This young man from the Qiu clan practiced a high-level boxing technique, which was quite powerful and had reached the peak.

After about fifty to sixty exchanges, the Qiu clan member won.

"Hmph! With your level of strength, you dare to come to the genius summit and make a fool of yourself."

The Qiu clan member sneered.

The geniuses from the three major clans have higher and more comprehensive cultivation methods and martial arts, making them stronger than other forces.

After this Qiu clan member won, he was soon challenged by another Xin clan member.

The genius summit proceeded in an orderly manner.

The initial sparring involved ordinary geniuses at the fourth level of martial arts.

The major geniuses and those above the fifth level did not intervene.

Soon, Zhao Qin and Zhao Qing from the Zhao clan took the stage, with mixed results.

As time passed, the geniuses who took the stage became increasingly powerful.

"I am Zhao Han, and I wish to test the strength of all present."

Zhao Han stood in the middle of the open ground.

His gaze swept over the Xin and Qiu families, targeting opponents at the fifth level of martial arts.

Among the Xin family, there are three at the fifth level, led by Xin Wuheng. Although their numbers are not many, their strength is formidable.

"Let me come!"

Xin Tong slowly stood up, throwing off his straw hat.

The last time at the Zhao clan's gate, Xin Tong had a confrontation with Zhao Han.

At that time, due to Zhao Han's powerful cultivation and martial arts inner strength, Xin Tong was defeated.

"Defeated opponent!"

Zhao Han sneered and launched an attack without a word.

"Iron Wall Hand!"

Xin Tong's arm turned red like copper, his muscles visibly thickening. He pushed out a powerful and domineering martial arts inner strength, charging fiercely.

Snow Cold Palm!

A strange cold and oppressive martial arts inner strength surged from Zhao Han, accompanied by a silver cold aura, as he slowly delivered a palm strike.

Bang!

The two forces collided fiercely.

Zhao Han was forced to retreat, his blood surging; Xin Tong's movement slowed, feeling a chill in his arm.

Both had their advantages:

Zhao Han's advantage was in martial arts inner strength, which had reached the peak of the fifth level.

Xin Tong practiced the "Copper Skin Iron Body," making his physical strength and defense stronger.

Due to his advancement to the fifth level, Xin Tong's martial arts inner strength caught up, combining with his powerful strength and the "Iron Wall Hand," making his power incredibly strong.

After dozens of exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand.

However, as time passed, Zhao Han gradually became more strained, his arms stiff and numb, and his tiger's mouth nearly splitting with each hard hit.

Xin Tong's defense was strong, and even though his martial arts inner strength was slightly inferior, he did not get injured.

After a hundred exchanges, Zhao Han's breathing became rapid, while Xin Tong's condition steadily improved.

"Let's end it here."

Qiu Mengyu smiled and stood up, ending the sparring.

Next, she commented on their strengths and weaknesses: "Zhao Han, your martial arts inner strength is very strong, but your foundation is slightly unstable. I suggest you strengthen your physical constitution; as for Xin Tong, your defense and body training are your strengths, and your attack is also powerful, but you rely too much on strength, and your martial arts techniques and skills are slightly lacking..."

Qiu Mengyu's comments were fair.

Additionally, other geniuses participated in the discussion.

This sparring was ultimately judged in favor of Xin Tong, who had a slight edge.

"Ha ha, does the Zhao clan have anyone else to step up? Zhao Linlong? Or Zhao Feng?"

Xin Tong crossed his arms, a blade of grass in his mouth, looking at the Zhao clan.

In this generation, the Zhao clan has too many geniuses, and the Xin and Qiu clans' members deliberately challenged the Zhao clan's geniuses.

After scanning the crowd, Xin Tong finally focused on Zhao Feng.

If he challenged Zhao Linlong, he had no confidence.

At this genius summit, Zhao Linlong, with his sixth-level cultivation, made a strong appearance, and his momentum was too strong. Except for the major geniuses, ordinary geniuses did not dare to challenge him.

"You have just had a battle, and it wouldn't be fair for me to win."

Zhao Feng stood up and smiled.

He was right; Xin Tong had just fought Zhao Han, and both his physical strength and martial arts inner strength were significantly drained.

However, his words caused resentment among the Xin clan members:

"Kid! Talking big!"

"Hmph! If you don't dare to fight, just say so. I hate cowards the most."

Mainly because Zhao Feng was not well-known in Yuyang City, and many people did not recognize him, seeing him as an unknown junior.

Zhao Feng's fame was limited to the Zhao clan, and he rarely appeared outside.

Among the Xin clan members, only Xin Fei did not think so, and his expression became more serious.

Qiu Mengyu suggested with a smile, "Why don't you let Xin Tong rest for a while, and Zhao Feng, you can demonstrate your martial arts or spar with others first."

Her beautiful eyes flickered with interest, and she glanced at Zhao Yufei in the distance.

Zhao Yufei blushed and stuck out her tongue.

Zhao Feng found it strange, feeling as if Qiu Mengyu knew him.

"Is there anyone who wants to spar with me?"

He smiled.

"Let me come!"

A scarred young man from the Xin clan jumped out.

It was Xin Fei.

After a month or two, Xin Fei's cultivation had reached the peak of the fourth level, making significant progress.

"You are probably not my match."

Zhao Feng looked at Xin Fei calmly.

"I know."

Xin Fei took a deep breath, his gaze becoming sharp. His long sword, though not yet drawn, hummed with a faint sound.

Swish!

The blade emitted a sharp aura, slicing through the air, producing a rapid whistling sound. The cold currents of the blade light transformed into fierce waves, one after another.

"Raging Wind Dance!"

Xin Fei pushed his sword technique to the limit, and within a square meter, a terrifying blade wind surrounded him. The blade and the wind seemed to merge, interpreting a "Song of the Blade Dance."

Facing such an attack, Zhao Feng was impressed, not expecting Xin Fei's strength to be able to challenge the fifth level.

In terms of attack power, Xin Fei even slightly surpassed Xin Tong.

Light Step!

Zhao Feng's figure suddenly became elusive, leaving overlapping and intersecting afterimages wherever he went.

Swish! Swish! Swish...

Xin Fei's attacks were all directed at the afterimages, turning into bubbles and vanishing.

Casually, Zhao Feng weaved around Xin Fei, who could not even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Zhao Feng's movement technique is probably close to Zhao Linlong's 'Shadow Step'..."

Zhao Feng was secretly surprised.

Angry Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng suddenly launched an attack, his fist roaring like a raging dragon, with a terrifying momentum.

Bang! Clang!

The fist and the long sword clashed several times, and Xin Fei was forced back, his blood surging.

This was still under the condition that Zhao Feng controlled his cultivation to the peak of the fourth level.

Clang!

After ten exchanges, Xin Fei's long sword was flicked away by Zhao Feng's finger.

That finger, though seemingly ordinary, had incredible power.

Xin Fei's long sword was sent flying over ten meters and landed with a clatter.

"Your strength, Xin Fei, is impressive. Besides Xin Wuheng, you are the second person to make me truly admire and submit."

Xin Fei was not discouraged, turned around, and picked up his sword.

Each pressure and motivation would only become a greater driving force for his growth.

"One day, you will become a master of the blade."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but praise, seeing potential and resilience in Xin Fei that many of the geniuses present lacked.

After defeating Xin Fei, Zhao Feng showed his initial prowess.

Although his opponent was only at the fourth level, those with discerning eyes could see his formidable strength.

Especially the last finger, which lightly flicked away Xin Fei's sword.

"Zhao Feng, your improvement is indeed significant!"

Xin Tong slowly stood up.

After a brief rest, he had mostly recovered, as the previous battle with Zhao Han did not seriously injure him.

"Last time, I lost to you, and this time, I want to reclaim it."

Zhao Feng's expression was serious.

"Modest, last time you hadn't advanced to the fourth level, and I couldn't deal with your light movement technique. This time, I hope you don't dodge and fight like a true man."

Xin Tong was not arrogant.

"Then I won't hold back."

Zhao Feng took a light breath and simply punched straight ahead.

"Come on!"

Xin Tong laughed loudly, ready to face the challenge head-on.

Bang!

The two fists, like iron and copper, collided, producing a sound like a pot of iron exploding.

Whoosh!

Invisible waves and echoes rushed in all directions.

Many of the geniuses present felt their blood surge and their eardrums nearly burst.

"Such terrifying power!"

Many spectators were still shaken, just by the sound alone.

After a hard punch, the two figures remained still, like stone statues.

The entire venue was silent.

After a moment, one of them trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.