Chapter 52

Zhao Linlong has been defeated!

Zhao Feng was instantly made uneasy by the few people staring at him.

It turned out that his prediction was accurate; in fact, Zhao Linlong lost even more miserably than expected...

"Zhao Feng, how can you be so heartless, undermining the morale of our clan's young generation?"

Zhao Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

No matter what, they were all part of the same family.

Zhao Linlong's defeat affected the face of the few people present.

"You jinxed it!"

Zhao Qing's face was gloomy, his teeth clenched, as if Zhao Linlong's defeat was due to Zhao Feng's "prediction" earlier.

Is this my fault?

Zhao Feng smiled and shook his head, suddenly saying, "Did you forget the bet? The loser has to apologize to the winner."

The bet! Apologize?

Zhao Qing's face stiffened, and he was momentarily speechless.

Everyone present had seen the bet just now.

"I can apologize for losing the bet, but I will never bow down and apologize for your despicable behavior..."

Zhao Qing's voice trembled, his eyes filled with humiliation.

"You lost, so you lost."

Zhao Feng sneered.

"You... If you have the guts, challenge Xin Wuheng. If you can last ten moves, I'll admit defeat completely."

Zhao Qing's words were almost incoherent, his voice filled with hatred.

Zhao Linlong had only lasted ten moves against Xin Wuheng.

Thus, Zhao Qing used this to counterattack.

At this moment, Zhao Linlong sadly left the stage.

Xin Wuheng's gaze swept the crowd and suddenly landed on Zhao Feng, "Brother, would you like to come out and fight?"

Ah!

The faces of several Zhao clan geniuses changed.

Zhao Qing, who was in the middle of an argument, was also startled.

However, when he learned that Xin Wuheng's challenge was directed at "Zhao Feng," he immediately wore a smug expression.

"Fine! As you wish, let's see how many moves I can last against Xin Wuheng."

Zhao Feng glanced at Zhao Qing with a hint of amusement.

Zhao Qing felt uneasy under his gaze but said firmly, "If you can last more than ten moves, I'll sincerely apologize to you."

This time, he didn't say ten moves but more than ten moves.

After all, Xin Wuheng's nickname was "Unbeatable in Ten Moves."

"Ten moves are too few, at least thirty... no, fifty!"

Zhao Feng smiled, leaving the Zhao clan members speechless.

Where does he get such confidence?

The Zhao clan members were surprised and puzzled, looking at each other.

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Linlong, who had just returned, also heard his words and his face immediately darkened.

Even he, the top person of the Zhao clan, couldn't last more than ten moves. How could others have any hope?

At the center of the summit.

Zhao Feng walked slowly, looking at Xin Wuheng with a smile, "Thank you for your regard, Zhao Feng is here to learn."

"My intuition doesn't lie; I believe you are a worthy opponent."

Xin Wuheng's expression was calm.

"I had a sparring session just now, I'll give you ten breaths to prepare."

Zhao Feng said calmly.

This kid is arrogant!

A wave of shock rippled through the crowd.

"Is he on drugs? Does Xin Wuheng need to prepare for him?"

"Let's wait and see the show..."

The geniuses from various regions at the summit jeered and mocked.

"Ha ha ha..."

Zhao Qing in the pavilion laughed until tears streamed down his face.

After the chaos, everyone's eyes were expectantly on Xin Wuheng.

After all, Xin Wuheng didn't even pause when facing Zhao Linlong.

"Fine."

Xin Wuheng glanced at Zhao Feng with a deep meaning, then sat cross-legged.

What!

The geniuses on the field were taken aback.

Zhao Qing's smile froze.

Zhao Linlong's face was dark.

Why did Xin Wuheng favor Zhao Feng?

From Xin Wuheng's actions, it was clear he was treating Zhao Feng as a true opponent, aiming to reach his peak state.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

The field was deathly silent, the sound of breathing audible.

Finally, ten breaths passed.

Xin Wuheng slowly stood up, his face returning to normal, his breathing steady and powerful, his spirit and energy at their peak.

"Ten breaths! You are indeed extraordinary..."

Xin Wuheng's deep, pond-like eyes fixed on Zhao Feng's face.

In previous sparring sessions, he had easily won, expending almost no energy.

But the battle with Zhao Linlong, being a "higher-level challenge," had left him slightly drained.

Xin Wuheng knew that with just ten breaths, he could recover to his peak.

Was it a coincidence that Zhao Feng proposed giving him ten breaths?

The precision of this timing shocked Xin Wuheng, making him take Zhao Feng seriously.

"Let's begin."

Facing Xin Wuheng, Zhao Feng was not nervous but rather excited and eager.

Lingwei Step!

He moved with a graceful and agile step, closing in on Xin Wuheng and launching the first attack.

The Lingwei Step itself is a high-level peak martial art, but when used with the Piaolingdu technique, it can be considered a top-tier martial art.

With the Lingdu Qi诀 driving, each step Zhao Feng took was light and airy, as if blending into the mountain breeze.

Angry Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng didn't use any fancy moves, just a simple punch.

He knew that Xin Wuheng's perception and intuition far exceeded that of his peers, even surpassing the martial artist level. Any fancy techniques would be useless against him.

The Angry Dragon Fist, an intermediate-level fist technique, at the Perfect Mastery level!

Xin Wuheng's expression turned serious, and he also used a Perfect Mastery-level fist technique, clashing with Zhao Feng.

Peng!

The clash of fist strength produced a fierce gust of wind, powerful and shocking.

After one strike, Xin Wuheng's figure wavered slightly but remained in place.

Swoosh!

Zhao Feng used the force to step back, then quickly turned and launched another attack.

Pofeng Finger! Xiaoyun Acupoint Striking Hand!

Xin Wuheng's gaze was sharp as he continuously used two Perfect Mastery-level intermediate martial arts.

Zhao Feng still countered with the Angry Dragon Fist.

Peng! Pu!...

After several strikes, Zhao Feng's arm suddenly went numb.

Xin Wuheng's two intermediate martial arts, both at Perfect Mastery, were seamlessly integrated and switched, and the sudden change in the Xiaoyun Acupoint Striking Hand put Zhao Feng at a slight disadvantage.

The Xiaoyun Acupoint Striking Hand specializes in striking acupoints and has some restraining effect on body-strengthening defensive martial arts.

Angry Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng retreated instead of advancing.

Xin Wuheng was surprised; he hadn't expected Zhao Feng's Iron Wall Technique to be so strong that the acupoint striking hand had barely affected him.

Yunqi Step!

Xin Wuheng's steps moved strangely, appearing to retreat briefly.

This scene shocked the young geniuses on the field.

Xin Wuheng chose to retreat temporarily for a reason.

First, Zhao Feng being unaffected by the Xiaoyun Acupoint Striking Hand was beyond his expectations.

Second, the next move of the Angry Dragon Fist was unexpectedly powerful.

Angry Dragon Fist!

As Zhao Feng's punch landed, it was like a raging dragon roaring, swallowing mountains and rivers, and filled with a kind of spiritual change, as if a vivid fiery dragon was roaring in his ear.

The timing of that punch was not just at Perfect Mastery but had reached the Super-Perfect Mastery level.

For the next one or two moves, Xin Wuheng was briefly on the defensive, almost being suppressed.

Fortunately, his Yunqi Step, a self-created technique combining multiple steps, was extremely strange, quickly turning the tide.

Yunqi Step! Lingwei Step!

The two steps, one strange and one graceful, intertwined.

The two figures moved back and forth.

In terms of speed and agility, Zhao Feng naturally had the upper hand.

However, Xin Wuheng's Yunqi Step was incredibly strange, almost like a strategic layout.

Xin Wuheng's steps might be at a disadvantage at first, but it could be a "trap" that suddenly reverses the situation.

Sixth move... Seventh move...

Xin Wuheng's advantage gradually returned.

Zhao Feng, without deliberately activating his left eye, was almost on the defensive, suffering a few setbacks at Xin Wuheng's hands.

Fortunately, his Iron Wall Technique was strong, actually at the fifth level, not just the peak of the fourth level.

Xin Wuheng also found it challenging; his perception and intuition were almost on par with a martial arts master. He managed to suppress Zhao Feng but couldn't truly injure him.

A few times, Xin Wuheng hit Zhao Feng's body, but it felt like hitting a copper wall, even with a slight rebound.

This surprised him.

He had to admit, Zhao Feng was indeed difficult to deal with.

First, Zhao Feng's reaction and awareness were strong.

Second, his steps, body techniques, fist techniques, and defensive martial arts were flawless, each extremely powerful.

Especially the Iron Wall Technique; unless Xin Wuheng hit a vital point, it was hard to cause significant damage to Zhao Feng.

Additionally, Zhao Feng's speed was superior.

His previous sparring with Qiu Changyi had already shown that his speed was among the best of his generation.

Xin Wuheng also sensed that Zhao Feng's speed was not just that.

These factors allowed Zhao Feng to move freely.

Eighth move... Ninth move...

The geniuses on the field were stunned, amazed.

So far, no one who had fought Xin Wuheng had lasted more than ten moves.

Zhao Feng lasted six moves.

Qiu Changyi lasted seven moves.

The most skilled Zhao Linlong lasted ten moves before being defeated.

At this moment.

Zhao Feng had lasted nine moves.

It was clear that he was about to reach the limit.

Xin Wuheng's eyes flashed, a rare fighting spirit appearing on his face. He activated the Yunqi Step and continuously switched between several intermediate martial arts.

The combination of several Perfect Mastery-level intermediate martial arts produced an incredible power.

Dianxing Finger!

Zhao Feng's technique suddenly changed, his internal strength condensed into a point, and he quickly struck several fingers.

Pu! Pu! Pu!

Each finger's power could pierce through iron, condensed to the extreme.

With Zhao Feng's powerful eyesight, each strike was accurate, fierce, and fast.

Ninth move... Tenth move!

The summit was silent except for the two fighters.

"Horizontal Sweep of the Clouds!"

Xin Wuheng's sleeve swept, the wind roaring like thunder, the rocks beneath his feet peeling off, sweeping in all directions, like a storm.

This was the move that defeated Zhao Linlong earlier!

"Three Styles of Dianxing!"

Zhao Feng's fingers, in the sharp whistling of the night, left a green trail, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"How is this possible! His Dianxing Finger is at the third level."

Zhao Linlong was shocked speechless.

Swoosh!

A sharp finger, condensed to a point, pierced through the wind and dust, colliding with Xin Wuheng's sleeve.

Boom!

The field was filled with flying rock fragments, turning into a cloud of dust.

Tenth move.

The two figures, inches apart, stood motionless, their clothes fluttering in the dust and wind.