Chapter 51

"Want to bet?"

Zhao Feng's face showed a mischievous smile, "What do you want to bet on?"

The argument between the two made the other several geniuses of the Zhao clan exchange glances.

But everyone present knew that Zhao Qing had always admired Zhao Long. Especially this time, due to bias, Zhao Long gave a spot that should have belonged to Zhao Feng to Zhao Qing.

Therefore, Zhao Qing not only admired Zhao Long but also felt more grateful.

"Zhao Qing, forget it. We are all clan members, don't hurt the harmony," Zhao Qin advised.

"No!"

Zhao Qing's face alternated between red and green, his eyes glaring at Zhao Feng, "Since you have such a bias against Brother Long, I bet on him winning! Do you dare?"

Clearly, Zhao Qing had full confidence in Zhao Long.

"Why not? I not only bet on Xin Wuheng winning, but I also bet that Zhao Long won't last twenty moves," Zhao Feng said with a cheerful laugh.

What!

The few people from the Zhao clan in the pavilion all changed their expressions, looking at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

From the current situation, the outcome between Xin Wuheng and Zhao Long should be a fifty-fifty chance.

Where did Zhao Feng get the confidence to bet that Zhao Long wouldn't last twenty moves?

"Fine, fine, fine! We'll wait and see... Everyone, be witnesses. The loser must apologize to the winner."

Zhao Qing's eyes almost shot out flames.

"Alright."

In contrast, Zhao Feng looked relaxed and comfortable.

The few geniuses of the Zhao clan, however, looked stunned and strange.

At the center of the summit.

Whoosh!

Zhao Long once again used the "Shadow Step," circling around Xin Wuheng.

After a moment, several afterimages dissipated.

The golden-robed figure reappeared, sweeping a leg at Xin Wuheng's lower body at an astonishing speed.

Peng!

Xin Wuheng bent his legs, using a perfected leg technique to deflect Zhao Long's kick.

Blocked again?

Zhao Long's face showed surprise and doubt, returning without success.

"I don't believe it!"

Zhao Long couldn't believe that someone could break his "Shadow Step," especially an opponent with lower cultivation.

Xin Wuheng remained calm, standing still, occasionally moving a step to engage with Zhao Long.

Zhao Long pushed the "Shadow Step" to its limit, but his several consecutive attacks all missed, and he was even counterattacked by Xin Wuheng, looking somewhat disheveled.

If not for his higher cultivation, he would have been completely suppressed.

"Zhao Long's movement technique is indeed ineffective against Xin Wuheng."

Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and others looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

Zhao Feng's prediction was clearly coming true.

Zhao Qin and Zhao Yufei, puzzled, asked for the reason.

"Xin Wuheng has practiced a martial art that enhances his hearing. Through his ears, he can determine the opponent's position and attack trajectory. Combined with his static defense and counterattack, Zhao Long's 'Shadow Step' poses no threat to him."

Zhao Feng explained.

The few people looked closely and indeed noticed that Xin Wuheng's ears were moving at a high frequency irregularly.

If not observed carefully, it would be hard to see.

Zhao Feng's left eye, however, could see more precisely.

He noticed that the direction of Xin Wuheng's ear movements always corresponded to Zhao Long's real position.

In other words, Zhao Long's movement technique completely failed to deceive Xin Wuheng, who could determine his position even with his eyes closed.

"Hmph, this is just a side technique. Brother Long will win, it's just a matter of time."

Zhao Qing still insisted.

At this moment, the confrontation between the two on the field had lasted for about five to six moves.

In the first five moves, Xin Wuheng mainly defended passively.

On the sixth move, Xin Wuheng suddenly counterattacked.

Cloud Piercing Hand!

While intercepting Zhao Long's attack, Xin Wuheng's other hand, at an incredible angle and speed, grabbed Zhao Long's arm.

"Break!"

Zhao Long, in shock, unleashed a surge of martial arts internal energy, shaking off Xin Wuheng's hand.

Even so, his arm ached, leaving a bruise that hindered blood circulation.

Each of Xin Wuheng's intermediate martial arts had been cultivated to a perfected level and beyond. Being grabbed once, even with his sixth-level cultivation, was unbearable.

"Xin Wuheng's control over martial arts internal energy is undoubtedly more refined, using the minimum force to achieve maximum damage. That hit just now struck a joint acupoint, slightly reducing Zhao Long's strength..."

Zhao Feng's left eye saw it clearly.

Cloud Chess Step!

Xin Wuheng took the initiative, using an unseen stepping technique, advancing and retreating, making it hard to determine the real and the fake.

This stepping technique, though not fast, was extremely bizarre, each step filled with infinite variables.

In Zhao Feng's perception, it was not a stepping technique but a chess strategy.

"Never seen such a stepping technique."

The geniuses at the summit shook their heads.

Under this bizarre stepping technique, Xin Wuheng, though not fast, always made Zhao Long flustered.

Wind Piercing Finger!

Xin Wuheng's finger, moving with an unpredictable trajectory, merged with his bizarre stepping technique.

The finger technique and stepping technique.

Two different martial arts seemed to fuse, creating an unpredictable attack.

At the same time, Zhao Feng again felt a sense of timing and advantage from Xin Wuheng.

"What's going on..."

Zhao Long's pupils contracted. Xin Wuheng's attack gave him an inexplicable sensory impact.

The opponent's attack seemed to blend an inexplicable momentum, both bizarre and unpredictable.

Break!

Zhao Long roared like a thunderclap, his martial arts internal energy surging, unleashing a punch to counter the attack.

Peng!

Xin Wuheng's figure wavered, retreating four to five steps under the powerful counterattack.

Zhao Long, however, grunted, his arm feeling numb and almost losing sensation.

His right arm hung limply.

The geniuses on the field watched in shock, holding their breath.

"Xin Wuheng's attack is too bizarre."

Some people were puzzled and confused.

Only a few of the geniuses on the field could see the subtleties.

Under the tree's shadow.

"Combining several perfected martial arts into one, what kind of freak is this?"

A dark silver figure whispered.

"This is somewhat like the realm of a holy-grade martial art. He's not just a martial arts master in terms of awareness and perception..."

Another figure said, uncertain.

...

How could this be?

Cold sweat dripped from Zhao Long's forehead.

From the start of the match, he was finally clearly at a disadvantage.

At this moment, the confrontation had only lasted seven moves.

Ten moves without defeating Xin Wuheng.

Could this ironclad rule never be broken?

Cloud Piercing Finger!

Zhao Long took a deep breath and finally used his strongest top-tier martial art.

Tiger Roar Fist!

Xin Wuheng, expressionless, used a powerful intermediate-level fist technique.

Each of his martial arts had reached a perfected level, even surpassing the original constraints.

At this moment, Xin Wuheng's fist, with a startling roar, unleashed martial arts internal energy like a fierce tiger.

Peng!

A finger and a fist collided, generating a powerful shockwave that swept across a radius of five to six meters.

Zhao Long felt a pain in his finger, sensing that the opponent's fist was like an iron ball, containing a terrifying force.

For finger techniques, the force is concentrated at one point, making them powerful but also dangerous, with weak defense.

For example, Zhao Feng's "Star Pointing Finger" was even more dangerous, and a slight mistake could break the finger.

Xin Wuheng's punch was powerful and fierce, containing a terrifying force.

Rise!

Zhao Long suffered another setback and quickly retreated.

For the first time since the battle began, one side showed signs of defeat.

Xin Wuheng pressed forward, using a combination of fist, finger, palm, and stepping techniques, all at a perfected level.

Seventh move... Eighth move... Ninth move...

Zhao Long was thoroughly suppressed, with several injuries, his strength reduced.

If not for his higher cultivation, any of the previous exchanges would have severely injured him.

Finally!

The tenth move...

"The tenth move!"

Everyone held their breath.

"Cloud Piercing Sky!"

Zhao Long poured all his strength and martial arts internal energy into the decisive finger strike.

The moment the finger technique burst, it was like a storm, the piercing sound breaking the night sky, leaving a shocking purple and green rainbow...

What a powerful finger!

The geniuses at the summit were stunned.

Some people nearby found it hard to breathe, their hearts trembling.

"The power of this finger is almost on par with my 'Star Pointing Finger.'"

In the pavilion, Zhao Feng's expression changed.

"Interesting."

Xin Wuheng smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and condensed a refined internal energy in his arm, a dark gray aura swirling like ripples... The refinement of this internal energy even exceeded the limits of a Qi Condensation stage martial artist.

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat, unable to believe how he did it.

"Wind Sweeping Clouds!"

Xin Wuheng's sleeve flapped, the wind roaring like thunder, the rocks under his feet peeling off, forming a ring of dust.

That swing seemed to stir the clouds, sweeping them away with a commanding presence.

This was clearly Xin Wuheng's strongest attack since he appeared!

Peng!

The two terrifying martial arts techniques collided, dust and wind swirling, almost forming a small whirlwind.

In that instant.

The two figures in the center of the field were completely enveloped in dust, only two vague, motionless silhouettes visible.

The audience was stunned like wooden chickens.

Strong!

So strong!

The young geniuses gasped.

Compared to the peak confrontation between the two, the other geniuses' battles were like child's play.

"Unbelievable, this is a confrontation between Qi Condensation stage martial artists."

"The final burst of power is almost approaching the level of a seventh-level martial arts master..."

Some of the invited guests at the summit had keen eyes, including a couple of seventh-level masters.

Whoosh~

The night wind blew, and the dust settled.

Two figures clearly appeared.

Xin Wuheng stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes slightly damaged, his hair disheveled, his face slightly flushed.

Ah!

Zhao Long's figure trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, swaying on the verge of falling.

Thud!

He supported himself with one hand on the ground, panting, his face showing fear and unwillingness.

Lost!

Not only did he lose, but he lost on the tenth move.

Ten moves, and Xin Wuheng remained undefeated!

Is this an unbreakable ironclad rule?

"How could Brother Long lose... It's only ten moves..."

Zhao Qing was dispirited.

For a long time, Zhao Long had been his idol, whom he admired and was grateful to.

Not long ago, he even bet with Zhao Feng.

"Lost in ten moves?"

Zhao Feng himself was somewhat surprised.

He had bet with Zhao Qing that Zhao Long would not only lose but also not last twenty moves.

At this moment, the few geniuses of the Zhao clan looked at him with strange expressions.

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