Chapter 57

Iron Wall Shock Kill!

This sudden change left the middle-aged warrior and the gray-robed elder behind him shocked and pale.

The Iron Wall Technique is relatively well-known among many body-strengthening martial arts. For most warriors, reaching the fourth level is already a remarkable achievement.

However, Zhao Feng had broken through to the fifth level of the Iron Wall Technique.

The fifth level of the Iron Wall Technique not only enhances physical strength and defense but also possesses a certain ability to counterattack and kill enemies.

If used in a group fight, Zhao Feng could severely injure warriors of the fourth or fifth level with this move.

The middle-aged warrior, who attacked from behind, was completely unprepared for this move.

His punch hit Zhao Feng's body and was repelled by the powerful force, causing him to stagger back. His internal energy churned, and he suffered some minor injuries.

Star Pointing Finger!

Seizing the moment of his opponent's distraction, Zhao Feng hesitated not a moment and unleashed his strongest finger technique.

Pfft!

A pale green finger mark flashed past, piercing through the middle-aged warrior's body.

Thud!

Another warrior of the sixth level fell dead on the spot.

The gray-robed elder, who was guarding the rear, his eyes narrowed, his face full of shock, was momentarily stunned.

Drifting Ling渡!

Without a second thought, Zhao Feng pushed his light body technique to its limit and flew toward the Zhao Clan's main gate.

At this moment, he was still three miles away from the Zhao Clan's main gate.

At his speed, it would take only a moment to reach there.

"Boy! Where are you running—"

The gray-robed elder shouted in alarm, like a gray ghost, chasing after Zhao Feng at an even more terrifying speed.

Although Zhao Feng's light body technique was highly advanced, and his speed was unmatched among the young generation in Yuyang City, the enemy behind him was not a warrior but a Martial Artist of the "Qi Breaking Stage."

The martial path is divided into nine levels, with every three levels forming a stage.

Levels four to six belong to the "Qi Accumulation Stage" of warriors.

Levels seven to nine are the "Qi Breaking Stage" of Martial Artists.

Once one ascends to the Qi Breaking Stage, they are revered as Martial Masters by the world.

The difference between these two stages is not just a matter of realm but a vast chasm between two stages.

Zhao Feng pushed the Drifting Ling渡 to its limit, feeling the sound of breaking air from behind getting closer and closer.

So fast!

Zhao Feng estimated that the opponent's speed was nearly twice his own.

Once a warrior breaks through to the Qi Breaking Stage, it's like breaking through the air, with their martial inner energy extending beyond their body, making their power incomparable to before.

After a dozen breaths, the gray-robed elder was within ten meters of Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and desperately urged the Ling渡 Qi Technique, pushing the light body technique Drifting Ling渡 beyond its usual limits.

In this critical situation, Zhao Feng's speed increased by a fraction.

His Drifting Ling渡 was just a fraction away from reaching the Great Perfection stage!

"This boy must not be allowed to live!"

The gray-robed elder's heart trembled. The terrifying potential Zhao Feng possessed made him uneasy.

If such a genius were to remain in the world, within ten years, he could become the most fearsome figure in Yuyang City.

Closer! Closer...

Zhao Feng was now just over two miles away from the Zhao Clan's main gate.

At the same time, the gray-robed elder was gradually closing in.

"Die, young one!"

The gray-robed elder struck with a palm, a golden palm force like a gust of wind, rushing several meters to Zhao Feng's front.

As a Martial Artist, the gray-robed elder could injure others from a distance without needing to get close.

Pfft!

The invisible palm force and the gust of wind hit Zhao Feng first.

"Drifting Ling渡!"

Zhao Feng's entire body's qi compressed and spiraled, and his figure in mid-air suddenly generated force.

Soar!

He leaped a second time in the air, using the opponent's palm force to fly over twenty meters, far beyond his usual limits.

"What!"

The gray-robed elder's attack missed.

Run!

Zhao Feng ran while letting out a loud cry, trying to alert people far away.

"Die! I can generate force in the air too!"

The gray-robed elder leaped in the air, generating force in the air twice in succession.

As an elder of the Qiu family, the light body technique he practiced was naturally top-tier, and his skill had reached the Great Perfection stage.

Soar! Soar!

Zhao Feng was no pushover either. In a critical moment, he also managed to generate force in the air twice.

However, this brought the two of them closer together.

The two figures landed almost simultaneously.

"Cloud Splitting Palm!"

The gray-robed elder struck with a palm, a golden palm force breaking through the air, the surrounding wind surging, creating a suffocating pressure.

The palm force alone could kill a fifth-level warrior with a thunderous strike.

Boom!

Zhao Feng activated the Iron Wall Technique to resist the martial inner energy, suffering some minor injuries. If it were a warrior of the same level, they would likely suffer severe injuries or even lose their fighting ability.

A seventh-level Martial Artist's martial inner energy, when released from a distance, is slightly weaker than a direct attack, as the force has already left the body.

If one reaches the eighth level, the power of the inner energy released from a distance is almost as strong as a direct attack.

According to legend, some ninth-level martial masters can release inner energy from a distance that is even more powerful than a direct attack, with the force capable of killing a dozen warriors or martial disciples with a single palm.

Fortunately, the gray-robed elder was only a seventh-level Martial Artist, and it was difficult to find an eighth-level or higher martial master in Yuyang City.

After resisting the palm force, Zhao Feng once again used the force to leap away.

"Cloud Splitting Mountain Opening!"

At this moment, the gray-robed elder was right in front of Zhao Feng, a terrifying palm force bursting forth like a cloud, striking toward Zhao Feng.

This would be an unavoidable strike from a martial master.

If it were any sixth-level warrior in Yuyang City, they would likely not survive, or at least lose half their life.

Under the immense pressure, Zhao Feng's left eye was pushed to its limit.

The gray-robed elder's movements slowed in his field of vision, and the changes in his internal energy and blood flow were completely under Zhao Feng's control.

Even the internal injuries and subtle weaknesses of the gray-robed elder did not escape his left eye.

"Xuan Wind Palm!"

At the critical moment, Zhao Feng used a strange technique.

Whoosh!

A faint yet powerful aura suddenly emanated from Zhao Feng's body.

In that instant, he integrated the divine palm strike of the young girl from the left eye's space.

Due to absorbing the relatively simple aura from Xin Wuheng, Zhao Feng's execution of the young girl's technique was more refined than before.

What kind of technique is this!

The gray-robed elder felt that the opponent's palm strike was in harmony with the natural forces of heaven and earth.

Xuan Wind Palm!

Zhao Feng leaped in the air, a pale green aura swirling around his body, rapidly converging in his palm, following a unique trajectory, and slowly striking out.

That palm seemed to harness the power of nature, adding even more force to it.

Cloud Splitting Mountain Opening!

Xuan Wind Palm!

The two powerful forces collided.

Boom!

At the same moment, a crater was left on the ground, the soil peeling away, and a whirlwind of dust and air surged.

Zhao Feng felt a massive force and a wave of martial inner energy surge into his body, even the fifth-level Iron Wall Technique could not fully resist it.

The true gap was the difference in cultivation and strength between the two.

Ah!

Zhao Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and used the force to leap away.

"How could this be..."

The gray-robed elder's body stiffened, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his face pale and ugly.

If there were a third party present, they would be shocked to see a seventh-level martial master injured in a confrontation with a young disciple.

In terms of single attack power, Zhao Feng's palm strike could not surpass the "Star Pointing Finger."

However, the aura and the level of martial technique contained in that palm strike exceeded top-tier martial techniques.

There is a kind of suppression between martial techniques.

Above top-tier martial techniques are holy-grade martial techniques, the difference between the two being like the gap between heaven and earth.

Zhao Feng's "Xuan Wind Palm" had a slight edge in aura over the gray-robed elder.

This was one of his advantages.

Secondly, Zhao Feng's Iron Wall Technique had broken through to the fifth level, making his strength greater than the gray-robed elder's.

This was his second advantage.

There was one last advantage!

The gray-robed elder had previously clashed with the mysterious Guangjun Guard and suffered internal injuries.

Zhao Feng's left eye had detected his injuries and weaknesses, and his palm strike targeted these areas.

Therefore.

The gray-robed elder's powerful strike exacerbated his injuries, reducing his combat power by more than half. If he did not rest and treat his injuries within half an hour, he might be in mortal danger.

Zhao Feng, at the cost of mutual injuries, dragged the elder down with him.

"Ha ha ha... We'll meet again!"

Zhao Feng laughed loudly, generating force in the air a second time, and leaped toward the Zhao Clan's main gate.

The gray-robed elder's face was pale, his expression dark and resentful, his teeth clenched.

However, due to his severe injuries and reduced combat power, he could only watch as Zhao Feng escaped.

Zhao Feng leaped closer to the Zhao Clan's main gate.

His left eye detected the gray-robed elder's departure, merging into the night, gradually fading away.

Phew~

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, immediately took healing pills, and hurriedly returned to the inner part of the Zhao Clan.

In the courtyard of his home.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, activating his inner energy to absorb the medicinal power and recover from his injuries.

"This time, the injuries are quite severe. It will take at least ten to fifteen days to fully recover. However, the Qiu Clan elder is even more injured..."

Zhao Feng muttered to himself, his face showing a mix of excitement and intensity.

To escape from a martial master and achieve a mutual injury, he had reason to be proud.

However, Zhao Feng was clear that the main reason for this outcome was the elder's severe injuries and the critical hit from his Xuan Wind Palm, aided by his left eye's ability.

In the following days.

Zhao Feng stayed indoors, focusing on healing his injuries.

During the healing process, he could not practice most martial techniques like the Iron Wall Technique, Star Pointing Finger, or Drifting Ling渡.

Most of his time was spent comprehending the two scenes in the left eye's space.

These two scenes came from the young girl in the Blood Python Valley and Xin Wuheng.

Xin Wuheng's technique's aura was relatively easy to understand. Zhao Feng had comprehended about 60-70% during the summit and used 80-90% of it in the battle with the gray-robed elder.

In the past two days, he had almost fully comprehended Xin Wuheng's technique's aura.

Then, Zhao Feng began to comprehend the "Xuan Wind Palm" and the Star Pointing Finger.

Although the Xuan Wind Palm was just a technique, it was extremely difficult, and progress was slow.

Zhao Feng had to focus more on comprehending the Star Pointing Finger.

Compared to the Xuan Wind Palm, the Star Pointing Finger was much easier to understand.

Especially after fully comprehending Xin Wuheng's technique's aura, Zhao Feng found it even easier to understand the Star Pointing Finger.

Gradually, Zhao Feng's comprehension of the Star Pointing Finger reached the fourth level.

Of course, this was only in terms of aura. The true level of his Star Pointing Finger was barely at the peak of the third level.

In the first few days, his injuries were too severe to practice.

When his injuries were about 70-80% healed, Zhao Feng began to practice in earnest.

Pfft! Pfft pfft!

Zhao Feng's fingertips repeatedly struck out, his martial inner energy becoming increasingly sharp and fierce.

The inner energy condensation techniques he learned from Xin Wuheng made his progress with the Star Pointing Finger rapid.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a pale green finger force shot out from Zhao Feng's fingertip, piercing through the air for over a meter.

Pfft!

A small hole, about the width of a finger, appeared in the wall.

The piercing finger force was successful!

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