Chapter 50

Ten moves, and no one can defeat Xin Wuheng!

Xin Wuheng made his entrance, pushing the Genius Summit to a peak, and the spectators around him roared with excitement.

As the top figure of the previous summit, Xin Wuheng's popularity and prestige were unmatched.

"Xin Wuheng, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhao Linlong's eyes burned with fighting spirit, his martial arts inner strength flowing like iron, surging and rumbling, the aura of the sixth level of martial arts sweeping through the entire venue like a fierce wind.

"Zhao Linlong, your physical strength has been somewhat drained; it's best to rest for a few rounds."

Qiu Mengyu kindly reminded him.

Zhao Linlong had just gone through several sparring sessions, especially with Qiu Mengyu, which left him with only about 70-80% of his peak physical strength and martial arts inner strength.

If facing a regular opponent, Zhao Linlong wouldn't consider this issue at all.

However, this time his opponent was Xin Wuheng, known as the "Ten-Move Unbeatable," who had once defeated him miserably.

"Brother Linlong, you rest for a moment; let me test his strength first."

Zhao Qing leaped forward, gripping his long spear, and landed in the central open area.

At the Zhao Clan Martial Arts Conference, Zhao Qing ranked seventh, and originally, he had no资格 to participate in the Genius Summit.

But Zhao Linlong gave him this opportunity, "taking away" the slot originally belonging to Zhao Feng.

Therefore, Zhao Qing was very grateful to Zhao Linlong and was deliberately helping him this time.

"Alright, don't overdo it."

Zhao Linlong nodded, returned to the pavilion, and sat down to rest.

With Zhao Qing and others taking the lead, they could at least test some of Xin Wuheng's true capabilities.

"Xin Wuheng... take my spear!"

Zhao Qing shouted, his iron spear transforming into a silver wave of sharpness, the wind roaring, making it hard to discern the real spear in the night.

Xin Wuheng stood still, one hand behind his back, not moving an inch.

How dare he!

Zhao Qing was furious; Xin Wuheng's behavior was completely treating him as an unworthy opponent.

Pfft!

A series of spear shadows intertwined, the sharp tip piercing toward Xin Wuheng's left shoulder.

Xin Wuheng remained calm, standing still, and slowly raised his finger.

Clang!

A simple finger tap hit the weak point of the spear tip, a powerful burst of inner strength surged in like a thunderbolt.

Zhao Qing's blood and qi churned, his tiger's mouth trembled, and he almost lost his balance.

"Let go!"

Xin Wuheng slapped back, a force beyond description transmitted through the iron spear, causing Zhao Qing to spit blood on the spot.

Clang!

The iron spear fell from his hand, and Zhao Qing, spitting blood, stumbled back a few steps, filled with fear.

A single tap and a slap, and Zhao Qing was defeated, his spear falling from his hand.

This scene shocked many of the geniuses present, but it was also expected.

After all, Xin Wuheng was the top genius of the previous summit. If it were Zhao Linlong, he would likely achieve the same effect.

In the pavilion.

Zhao Feng's expression was solemn; his left eye had clearly seen the entire process of Xin Wuheng's attack.

Xin Wuheng's seemingly effortless tap and slap hit the vital points of Zhao Qing, almost perfectly matching the weaknesses seen by his left eye.

Not only that, but Xin Wuheng's attacks seemed to follow the most reasonable trajectory, harmonizing with the natural environment.

Zhao Feng had only felt a similar sensation from the mysterious "youthful girl" in the Blood Python Canyon that day.

But the feeling from the youthful girl was even more intense, about ten times stronger than Xin Wuheng's.

"Brother Linlong, take your time to recover. I will also test him, trying to force him to show his true strength."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered, and he gracefully leaped to the central open area of the summit.

"Go ahead."

Xin Wuheng still stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm.

"Heaven Roaring Fist!"

Zhao Feng's face was stern, and he unleashed a high-level fist technique close to its peak.

At the same time, he used a high-level footwork technique, secretly activating a high-level inner skill and even high-level body strengthening techniques...

Zhao Feng's strength was close to that of a genius, with almost no weaknesses in any aspect.

He was the best choice to test Xin Wuheng.

Wind Piercing Finger!

Xin Wuheng's index finger pierced the air, his martial arts inner strength roaring like a blade slicing through the air.

Pfft!

Fist and finger crossed, Xin Wuheng's finger grazed the edge of Zhao Feng's palm.

Zhao Feng stumbled, almost falling, his arm numb, almost losing sensation.

"Wind Piercing Finger? Isn't this a mid-level martial technique?"

"That's not right. I've practiced Wind Piercing Finger before, but it feels different from his."

The audience was in shock, and the discussions continued.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his expression solemn, and used high-level footwork to escape the crisis, attacking again.

Clap! Bang! ...

One static, one dynamic, the two exchanged punches and fingers.

One move, two moves, three moves...

Xin Wuheng stood calmly, almost not moving an inch.

Panting, Zhao Feng's forehead was drenched in sweat, his face flushed and breathless.

It was only three moves.

Each move from Xin Wuheng drained a large amount of his energy, equivalent to fighting a hundred moves with someone of the same level.

Each move from Xin Wuheng seemed to counter him perfectly.

With the same martial arts inner strength and power, Xin Wuheng's strikes seemed to align with the natural environment, defeating him without showing his full strength.

By the fifth move, Zhao Feng's chest, arms, and hands were hit several times, and his body was almost shattered.

On the sixth move, Xin Wuheng suddenly used a mid-level leg technique, and with a "bang," kicked Zhao Feng's arm.

"Ah..."

Zhao Feng screamed in pain, his arm almost broken, cold sweat pouring down, and he fell to the ground.

To defeat Zhao Feng, Xin Wuheng used a mid-level finger technique and a mid-level leg technique.

"Like the previous summit, all mid-level martial techniques."

"Each of his mid-level martial techniques has at least reached the perfect realm."

Some of the older geniuses noticed the peculiarity.

In the center of the summit.

Xin Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back, still calm, seemingly not having expended any energy.

After Zhao Feng's defeat, the Qiu family also sent several talented young men to challenge, including the previous summit genius, Qiu Changyi, who tested him.

But the final result was the same.

One after another, the geniuses were defeated by Xin Wuheng's mid-level martial techniques.

Even Qiu Changyi only lasted until the seventh move.

Throughout the process, Xin Wuheng kept one hand behind his back, using only one hand.

To him, the opponents of the same level were like unskilled villagers.

"Hard to believe..."

Zhao Feng had been observing and had made some statistics.

Xin Wuheng used five or six mid-level martial techniques, each reaching at least the perfect realm.

Some of the techniques even surpassed the original constraints, becoming even stronger.

At the same time.

Near the Genius Summit, on a large tree.

Two figures in dark silver light armor stood on the branches, hidden in the shadows of the night.

"To cultivate multiple mid-level martial techniques to perfection and integrate them, a genius like this in a small city like Yuyang would rank at least in the top ten among the same generation in the county."

One of the dark silver figures said.

"You underestimate him... Although he hasn't broken through to the 'Qi-Breaking Stage,' he possesses the realm and sensory awareness of a martial arts master. You should know what this means."

Another slightly hoarse voice said.

In the area of the summit, the three major families, numerous geniuses, and even some elders and VIPs did not notice these two uninvited guests.

...

In the center of the summit.

Xin Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm.

For a moment, no one challenged him.

Many people's gazes turned to Zhao Linlong.

Zhao Linlong's cultivation reached the sixth level of martial arts, making him the only genius who could match Xin Wuheng.

Xin Wuheng's gaze also turned to the pavilion where the Zhao family was, as if waiting.

"Xin Wuheng, are you ready?"

Zhao Linlong stood up, his energy and spirit reaching their peak, his martial arts inner strength surging like a river, roaring lowly.

The powerful aura of the sixth level of martial arts made several Zhao family members in the pavilion feel oppressed.

"I don't need to prepare."

Xin Wuheng had been fighting continuously, but his energy was hardly drained.

Since all his opponents were defeated with ease, a brief rest was enough to restore his peak condition.

"Good!"

As soon as Zhao Linlong spoke, a golden afterimage was left behind where he stood.

In the center of the summit.

The two geniuses stood facing each other, and the spectators around them held their breath.

Even the two figures in dark silver light armor in the tree shadows watched with interest.

Shadow Step!

Zhao Linlong suddenly moved, leaving several golden afterimages in the night, his speed like a ghost, making it impossible to see his form, but the "rustling" sound could be heard.

Many people knew that Zhao Linlong's high-level footwork, Shadow Step, had reached its peak.

Moreover, Shadow Step was even more effective in the night.

Whoosh!

Xin Wuheng exhaled lightly, slowly lowering the hand behind his back, showing a serious expression.

Since the sparring began, he had only used one hand to fight.

But this time, his opponent had reached the sixth level of martial arts, and he couldn't be careless.

Facing Zhao Linlong's elusive movements, Xin Wuheng stood still, like a stone statue.

Zhao Feng's left eye clearly captured the high-frequency movement of Xin Wuheng's ears, which were integrated with his inner strength and breathing.

"Zhao Linlong's footwork probably won't work on him."

He shook his head and sighed.

"I don't believe it!"

Zhao Qing,不服气, coldly snorted: "Brother Linlong's high-level footwork has reached its peak, and no one can match him on the field. Besides, his cultivation is the highest."

For a long time, he had admired and been confident in Zhao Linlong.

Zhao Feng smiled without speaking.

Swish!

In the night, a golden figure appeared behind Xin Wuheng, striking with a palm.

Too fast!

No one saw when Zhao Linlong appeared behind Xin Wuheng.

However, at the critical moment, Xin Wuheng also moved.

He moved calmly, his back slightly tilting, and the palm that seemed to strike like a thunderbolt missed by half an inch, almost grazing his clothes.

The palm missed.

At first glance, it seemed Zhao Linlong had hit the target, but it just missed by a hair.

"Spinning Kick!"

Xin Wuheng turned, without looking back, and kicked the slightly stunned Zhao Linlong.

Bang!

Zhao Linlong, using the powerful inner strength of the sixth level of martial arts, hastily unleashed a punch to block Xin Wuheng's kick, and his body was pushed back a step.

As Zhao Feng had predicted, Zhao Linlong's footwork had no effect on Xin Wuheng, and his attack was futile.

"How did you know that Zhao Linlong's Shadow Step wouldn't work on Xin Wuheng?"

Zhao Yufei asked curiously.

Zhao Qing, standing beside her, sneered: "He's just lucky and has a bias against Brother Linlong."

I have a bias against him?

Zhao Feng almost burst out laughing, wondering who had a bias against whom.

"What are you laughing at? If you have the skills, let's bet on it."

Zhao Qing, embarrassed and angry, retorted.