Chapter 53

It's the tenth move!

The geniuses at the summit were filled with shock, holding their breath, and staring at the two figures in the dust.

Among them, Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing had the most troubled expressions.

"Ten moves, how is it possible..."

Zhao Linlong's face was dark and unpredictable.

Up until now, only he had been able to last ten moves against Xin Wuheng, even if he lost on the tenth move.

But now,

his clanmate, whom he had always "looked down upon," Zhao Feng, had also lasted ten moves.

As the first genius of the Zhao clan, how could he allow such a thing to happen?

Moreover, he was secretly worried that if Zhao Feng...

"How can this be!"

Zhao Qing's face was ashen.

He had argued and bet with Zhao Feng several times, but always lost.

Zhao Feng's performance was no less impressive than his idol, Zhao Linlong.

Not just no less... but even better!

The dust settled, and the two figures in the center of the summit stood facing each other, mere inches apart.

Xin Wuheng and Zhao Feng's arms crossed, their breathing slightly rapid.

Xin Wuheng had a few scratches on his body, his brows slightly furrowed, as if in pain.

Zhao Feng stood in place, his clothes slightly torn, his qi and blood surging, but he maintained his stance.

Due to reaching the fifth level of the Iron Wall Technique, he was not injured.

In terms of defense, he stood at a high point.

He had the Drifting Lingdu for speed.

The Star Pointing Finger for attack.

In every aspect, he was a standout among his peers.

He did not lose in ten moves!

The geniuses watching the summit were in an uproar, discussing the matter.

Up until today, Xin Wuheng's "unbeatable in ten moves" myth had finally been broken.

Among the new generation, there was finally someone who could last ten moves without losing.

This scene was like a heavy hammer, striking Zhao Linlong and Zhao Qing hard.

Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, and Zhao Qin exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock.

Who would have thought that, besides Zhao Linlong, there was such a dark horse in the Zhao clan.

No! He had always been a dark horse!

From the outer layers of the family martial arts meeting, to the final competition, and then to the genius summit, Zhao Feng had consistently created miracles, breaking his own records.

"Too amazing!"

Zhao Yufei's eyes sparkled with excitement, her joy evident.

"Hmph! He said he would last thirty moves, no... fifty moves against Xin Wuheng!"

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth, unwilling to accept it.

Despite Zhao Feng's displayed strength being on par with, or even slightly surpassing, Zhao Linlong, he still could not accept it!

"Xin Wuheng, your so-called unbeaten in ten moves is related to your 'Cloud Chess Step.' You set up a trap in ten steps, using the least force to achieve the greatest effect."

Zhao Feng smiled.

"Exactly! The fact that you can last ten moves shows that your strength is on par with mine, or even surpasses mine."

A sharp light flashed in Xin Wuheng's eyes.

The two were so close that either could launch a lightning-fast attack, making the situation extremely dangerous.

"Ha ha! Sir, you are too modest. Unless your cultivation is limited to the peak of the fifth level of martial arts."

Zhao Feng said with a hint of deeper meaning.

His words seemed to imply something.

Xin Wuheng's face suddenly changed, his expression becoming more serious.

Flame Steel Fist!

Zhao Feng took the opportunity to attack.

This time, he did not use the Angry Dragon Fist or the Star Pointing Finger, but the lowest-level basic fist technique—Flame Steel Fist!

At such a close distance, the simpler and faster the attack, the more effective it was.

And the Flame Steel Fist was undoubtedly the most proficient fist technique Zhao Feng had practiced.

But Xin Wuheng was not to be underestimated. His sense of perception exceeded the level of a martial artist, comparable to a martial arts master.

The moment Zhao Feng gathered his martial arts inner strength and punched, Xin Wuheng reacted, retreating and blocking with a palm.

Peng!

The fist and palm collided, forcing Xin Wuheng back, his qi and blood surging, almost suffering some minor internal injuries.

Zhao Feng, with the advantage of the Iron Wall Technique and the initiative, naturally had the upper hand with this punch.

Angry Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng pressed his advantage, gradually pushing his martial arts inner strength to the peak of the fifth level.

After ten moves,

Zhao Feng took the initiative, pressing forward step by step!

The geniuses in the audience were stunned and excited.

No one had expected that Yuyang City would produce such a rising star, capable of standing on equal footing with Xin Wuheng.

Eleventh move... twelfth move... thirteenth move...

Within twenty moves, Zhao Feng held the initiative, with a certain advantage.

His left eye could see the state of Xin Wuheng's qi and blood, slightly injured, and he did not give the other party a chance to catch his breath.

Xin Wuheng had to retreat to gain time to recover from the minor internal injuries.

But Zhao Feng's left eye saw everything, not giving him the chance.

The geniuses in the audience were speechless, deeply shocked.

In the pavilion where the Zhao clan was located,

Zhao Linlong's face was extremely dark, his hands tightly clenched, feeling both unwilling and powerless.

Zhao Feng's displayed cultivation and strength did not surpass him by much.

Why could the other party stand on equal footing with Xin Wuheng without losing?

Under the shade of a large tree,

"Tsk tsk, interesting, interesting. A small city like Yuyang can produce two geniuses of such caliber. Their potential and talent would rank at least in the top five among the new generation in 'Guangling County City.'"

A dark silver figure said.

"This matter must be reported to the master to prevent other forces from getting ahead..."

Another person said cautiously.

...

In the center of the summit, the two figures moved back and forth, fighting fiercely.

Twenty moves... twenty-one moves... twenty-two moves...

After twenty moves, Xin Wuheng's disadvantage gradually turned around.

His Cloud Chess Step was adept at using slowness to counter speed.

He tried to avoid direct confrontation with Zhao Feng as much as possible.

Zhao Feng's strength was too great, and the occasional appearance of the Star Pointing Finger had an attack power that rivaled the peak of the sixth level of martial arts.

In other words, even if Zhao Linlong, at the sixth level of martial arts, faced Zhao Feng in a direct confrontation, he would only suffer.

Xin Wuheng had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge, gaining a few moments of respite.

Thirty moves... thirty-five moves...

Finally, after thirty to forty moves, Xin Wuheng managed to turn the tide.

Their confrontation became increasingly intense, with each exchange more dangerous.

After stabilizing the situation, Xin Wuheng no longer passively defended, occasionally launching surprising counterattacks, combining the Cloud Chess Step, making his movements unpredictable.

But Zhao Feng's reaction was incredibly quick, often seeing through Xin Wuheng's moves at critical moments.

"How does he do it? Does he have a sense of perception comparable to a martial arts master, like me?"

Xin Wuheng was filled with doubt.

Fifty moves... sixty moves...

No winner!

Thud!

Zhao Qing's face was ashen, sitting on the ground, powerless.

Previously, he had bet with Zhao Feng that if the other party could last ten moves, he would lose.

Zhao Feng had laughed, saying that ten moves were too few, at least thirty moves, or even fifty...

But now, after sixty moves, the two were still evenly matched.

Sixty moves... seventy moves...

The frequency of their attacks increased.

Finally, after eighty to ninety moves,

Xin Wuheng took a deep breath, integrating several intermediate martial arts, the momentum and aura around him becoming increasingly intense.

This momentum and aura were somewhat similar to the young girl in the Blood Python Canyon, but much weaker.

Facing this momentum and aura, Zhao Feng felt a sense of insignificance, like an ant trying to resist the natural world.

This feeling made his breathing difficult, slightly oppressive.

After ninety moves, each of Xin Wuheng's attacks was like a stroke of genius.

Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, a faint layer of translucent green light appearing on the eyeball.

In an instant, he entered a super visual interface, Xin Wuheng's movements slowed down by several times...

Swish!

In the darkness of his left eye,

a shadow resembling Xin Wuheng repeatedly attacked, each move and detail replaying continuously.

The shadow's movements contained a momentum and aura, simpler and easier to understand than the young girl's.

Having comprehended the young girl's "Mysterious Wind Palm," Zhao Feng "learned it instantly" when facing Xin Wuheng's momentum and aura.

Open!

Zhao Feng moved neither too fast nor too slow, integrating the Lingdu Qi Technique, Lingwei Step, and Flame Steel Fist.

A strange momentum and aura also emerged around him, somewhat similar to Xin Wuheng's.

Slap!

Zhao Feng's palm split Xin Wuheng back.

Thud thud thud...

Xin Wuheng retreated, his face filled with shock: "What's going on, his palm..."

He had a strange feeling that Zhao Feng's momentum and aura seemed to be "stolen" from him.

If that were true, it would be terrifying...

Xin Wuheng felt a chill, took a deep breath, and condensed his martial arts inner strength to the extreme.

His sense of perception and aura were comparable to a martial arts master, and his condensation of martial arts inner strength far exceeded that of a qi condensation stage martial artist.

In other words, martial artists below the seventh level of martial arts could not match Xin Wuheng in terms of inner strength condensation.

This was one of the reasons why Xin Wuheng, with only the fifth level of cultivation, could defeat Zhao Linlong.

But he did not know that Zhao Feng's left eye had a full grasp of his entire qi and blood flow and inner strength changes.

So it was like this...

Zhao Feng had some understanding of the momentum and aura, quickly learning Xin Wuheng's inner strength condensation techniques.

Star Pointing Finger!

Zhao Feng's finger pierced the air, a sharp, thunderous whistling sound, a green light flash, more condensed and powerful than before.

The Star Pointing Finger was also adept at condensing inner strength.

After comprehending some of Xin Wuheng's momentum and inner strength condensation techniques, Zhao Feng's third-level Star Pointing Finger advanced further.

"Great! The Star Pointing Finger is approaching the peak of the third level."

Zhao Feng was delighted.

He sincerely wanted to thank Xin Wuheng.

One, he had comprehended the mysterious momentum and aura from the other party.

Two, he had learned the inner strength condensation techniques of a martial arts master.

Ninety-one moves... ninety-two moves...

Zhao Feng fought with increasing bravery.

Xin Wuheng, despite not being at a disadvantage, could not gain any upper hand.

What chilled his heart even more was that Zhao Feng's potential was expanding at a perceptible speed.

The momentum and aura around Zhao Feng seemed to emerge from nothing, and his inner strength condensation was "inherited" from him.

What kind of freak is this!

Xin Wuheng had to admit that he had met his match.

He was skilled in creating and comprehending, but the other party's learning and comprehension ability was almost supernatural.

Ninety-five moves... ninety-six moves...

The two were gradually approaching one hundred moves.

The audience held their breath, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the final outcome.

According to the competition rules, the match would stop at one hundred moves, and the host and the genius guests would deliberate on the winner.

However, at the ninety-ninth move,

Thud!

Xin Wuheng reversed his step, leaped back several meters, and landed gracefully, saying in a deep voice, "That's enough!"

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