Chapter 89

Zhao Feng's performance also surprised Yang Qingshan, Feng Yin Yue, and Zhao Yufei, who were present.

"This kid isn't simple. He can actually launch an attack within the range of Nangong's 'Turbine Power' aura."

Yang Qingshan's face showed a strange expression, and he grinned, looking interested.

The two people in the arena, Zhao Feng's figure moved with the wind, and the 'Star Pointing Finger' technique flickered like countless stars, the force of the finger piercing through the air with a thunderous roar, like a fleeting meteor.

The 'Wind Following Style' allowed Zhao Feng's movements and attacks to transcend the original constraints, making him as graceful as the wind, with endless variations, all actions in harmony with the wind, elegant and comfortable.

Nangong Fan's 'Turbine Power' created an invisible aura by channeling wind through internal energy, but it was neutralized by Zhao Feng's 'Wind Following Style,' and even used to his advantage.

For a short time, Nangong Fan's holy-grade martial arts could not suppress Zhao Feng.

This made his face somewhat embarrassed.

As a senior disciple, he originally intended to "teach" Zhao Feng a lesson, to give him a taste of his power, but did not expect him to be so difficult to deal with.

"Turbine Cyclone!"

Nangong Fan let out a low cry, and a high-frequency vibration of internal energy erupted from his body. The originally vortex-like wind force, like a violent storm, surged in all directions.

The violent storm contained high-frequency rotating vibrations, powerful enough to crush a house in an instant.

What a terrifying move!

Zhao Feng felt a闷闷的胸闷, the violent rotating storm fiercely tearing at his body, even subtly shaking his internal organs.

"Is this the power of holy-grade martial arts?"

Zhao Feng's left eye slightly narrowed, immediately discerning the changes in the internal energy vibrations in the air, and basically understanding the principles of Nangong Fan's move.

His 'Silver Wall Technique' was at the peak of the sixth level, and in the face of this wind storm, he remained completely still.

Nangong Fan was shocked and impressed, feeling that Zhao Feng was like an unshakable silver wall.

Hmm!

Zhao Feng's left eye discerned the principles and subtleties of Nangong Fan's move, finding it similar to the second style of the 'Four Wind Styles,' the 'Whirlwind Style.'

He immediately activated his left eye, capturing the scene of Nangong Fan performing the 'Turbine Cyclone' in the left eye space.

Whoosh!

In the left eye space, a new scene appeared, precisely the process of Nangong Fan performing the holy-grade move 'Turbine Cyclone.'

In the scene within the left eye space, the move could be slowed down by dozens of times, viewed from multiple angles, and every detail was clearly visible.

Soon, the subtleties of this move were corroborated with Zhao Feng's understanding of the 'Whirlwind Style,' and they complemented each other.

Zhao Feng's understanding of the 'Whirlwind Style' advanced by about forty to fifty percent.

"Star Pointing Finger, Fifth Style!"

Zhao Feng's figure moved with the wind, launching a sharp, explosive finger strike. In the air, a cluster of green starlight spots appeared, some flickering in place, others piercing through the air, dazzling and beautiful.

Suddenly, the attack power of the 'Star Pointing Finger' rose to a new level.

The 'Star Pointing Finger' at the fifth level!

Feng Yin Yue and Zhao Yufei, who were watching from the side, were shocked and pale.

The 'Star Pointing Finger' was well-known in Xiangyun Kingdom, difficult to cultivate, and extremely risky.

This finger technique had seven levels. Breaking through the fourth level allowed the user to generate long-range finger force, even without reaching the seventh level.

Cultivating to the fifth level and above, the attacks were as beautiful as a starry sky, with each finger having great power and significantly increased attack speed.

More terrifyingly, Zhao Feng seemed to see through the gaps and weaknesses in Nangong Fan's 'Turbine Cyclone.' His powerful and unparalleled finger strikes broke through the gaps, pressing forward step by step.

"How did this guy do it..."

Nangong Fan finally turned pale, his hands moving rapidly, white air waves bursting around him, the wind storm peeling off and exploding layer by layer.

Boom!

When the two met, a pit two to three meters in diameter was created, the air currents swirling for over ten meters, dust flying, and the sound was terrifying.

At the critical moment, Nangong Fan's cultivation reached the peak of the seventh level, surpassing Zhao Feng.

Soaring!

Zhao Feng's figure flipped and landed on the ground, unharmed. His 'Silver Wall Technique' at the peak of the sixth level almost ignored Nangong Fan's attacks, which were suppressed to the eighth level.

In contrast, Nangong Fan looked somewhat disheveled, standing in place, taking a deep breath, his gaze sharp, a circle of invisible white air waves enveloping his body like a shield, rapidly flowing.

"Thank you for the match."

Zhao Feng smiled slyly, his figure flashing, and he silently returned to his seat.

"Junior Brother Zhao! Why did you stop? Our sparring isn't over yet."

Nangong Fan was somewhat angry.

"Junior Brother Nangong, your burst of cultivation just now already surpassed Junior Brother Zhao. As a senior, you wouldn't want to bully the weak, right?"

Yang Qingshan's voice rang out at the right moment.

The sparring between the two was already very clear. If they were at the same level, Nangong Fan could not defeat Zhao Feng and even suffered a slight disadvantage.

"It was my mistake. I'll have a formal sparring match with Junior Brother Zhao next time."

Nangong Fan sat back down, somewhat reluctantly.

Formal sparring?

Zhao Feng pondered the meaning of these four words.

If it was a formal sparring match, Nangong Fan clearly intended to hold nothing back and use his full eighth-level cultivation.

In the courtyard, several fellow disciples sparred and discussed, but they were unaware that the entire process did not escape the attention of some hidden eyes.

At the top of a pavilion, two figures sat, one in a green robe, the other a taciturn young man.

"Senior Brother Ye, this Zhao Feng is more powerful than expected. His 'Silver Wall Technique' is likely at the peak of the sixth level, and the dangerous and difficult 'Star Pointing Finger' technique has been cultivated to the fifth level. Moreover, he seems to have mastered some profound holy-grade martial arts techniques..."

The taciturn young man was somewhat surprised.

"Have you forgotten who picked this genius?"

Ye Lingyun said with a hint of pride.

Just now, Ye Lingyun and the three guards observed the entire sparring match between Zhao Feng and Nangong Fan.

Clearly, Zhao Feng's performance surprised and delighted them.

"Yes, indeed. I almost misjudged him."

A deep, resonant voice echoed in their ears.

"Right."

The taciturn young man and Ye Lingyun nodded subconsciously.

Wait, no...

The next moment, their hearts raced, and they exclaimed, "Master!"

Looking back, they saw no one.

But the voice of Guangjun Marquis was clearly in their ears.

Their eyes searched the surroundings and finally saw Guangjun Marquis sitting cross-legged on a tree branch a few hundred meters away, hidden among the leaves.

Guangjun Marquis' aura seemed to blend with the tree, making him almost indistinguishable without careful observation.

The sparring among the fellow disciples not only reached the ears of Ye Lingyun and the three guards but also reached Guangjun Marquis.

But it was normal, as Guangjun Marquis was the highest authority in Guangling Prefecture, and nothing could escape his control.

Moreover, the object of attention was his most valued disciples.

"Master is taking this sparring so seriously."

The three guards and Ye Lingyun exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

Guangjun Marquis' gaze was more focused on Beimo.

The sparring among the fellow disciples was impressive, with the new arrivals Feng Yin Yue and Zhao Yufei showing great potential.

Zhao Feng's performance also brought surprises to several people.

Of course, Guangjun Marquis was most concerned about his personal disciple, Beimo.

"Beimo, we haven't sparred in a long time."

Yang Qingshan suggested.

In terms of strength, Yang Qingshan was slightly better than Nangong Fan and was second only to Beimo among the same-age disciples.

Zhao Feng and the others also showed interest.

Beimo, in their eyes, was a super genius, almost a freak.

"Single combat is boring."

Beimo stood up without refusing.

"What do you mean..."

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan's brows twitched.

Zhao Feng also vaguely sensed his intention.

"You five, come at me together."

Beimo's voice was calm, as if stating a normal fact.

What! All together?

The few present, whether Nangong Fan, Yang Qingshan, or the new arrivals Zhao Feng and the others, were shocked.

Immediately, Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan's faces showed a hint of anger.

"What, are you afraid?"

Beimo slowly walked to the center of the five.

"Fine!"

Feng Yin Yue's face turned cold, and she joined the battle.

Then, Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Beimo in the middle.

Zhao Feng and the others, with relatively lower cultivation, stood at the edge, a bit farther away.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field became extremely tense.

The confrontation in the courtyard was divided into two sides.

Beimo alone, at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts, was one side.

The other side consisted of Yang Qingshan, Nangong Fan, Feng Yin Yue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei, with two at the eighth level and three at the seventh level.

Isn't this a bit too overconfident?

Zhao Feng was puzzled.

At this moment, Ye Lingyun and the three guards on the roof also held their breath, focusing their attention.

"Turbine Power!"

Nangong Fan launched the first attack, a无形的白色气波从掌心迸发，呈旋涡状，冲向Beimo.

Whoosh~

Instantly, a terrifying suction force enveloped Beimo. If it were a regular eighth-level expert, they might have staggered.

However, Beimo stood still, his clothes fluttering, but he did not move an inch.

His feet seemed to be rooted in the ground.

"Mountain Collapse!"

Yang Qingshan roared, striking a palm through the air, the heavy palm force shaking the air and dust, carrying the power and pressure of a collapsing mountain, pressing down on Beimo.

He and Nangong Fan, one leading the main attack and the other providing support, worked seamlessly together.

At the same moment, Zhao Feng and the others launched their attacks from the sides.

Star Pointing Finger!

Phantom Moon Split Sky!

Thousand Leaves Dance!

Zhao Feng, Feng Yin Yue, and Zhao Yufei's attacks came from three directions, with a stunning momentum.

Among them, Zhao Feng's attack power was almost on par with the eighth level, while Feng Yin Yue and Zhao Yufei's attacks approached the eighth-level master level.

In an instant, the attacks of the five young geniuses, like thunder and storms, enveloped Beimo.

"Come on! Ripple Annihilation—"

Beimo stood still, his arms suddenly spreading wide, a layer of ancient bronze-colored internal energy ripples oscillated like thunder, like hundreds of fierce horses, sweeping the surroundings with overwhelming power, supreme and invincible!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan, who were the first to attack, saw their powerful internal energy attacks instantly annihilated, and a domineering and ancient bronze-colored internal energy ripple directly slammed them away.

Ah!

Nangong Fan spat blood in mid-air, and Yang Qingshan's arm went numb, his face pale, suffering some internal injuries.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The remaining ancient bronze-colored internal energy ripples, with their fierce vibrations, shattered the long-range attacks of Zhao Feng and the others into a vacuum.

Zhao Yufei and Feng Yin Yue grunted and were forced to fly backward.

Whoosh~

The aftermath swept across, rolling dust nearly enveloping the courtyard and pavilion, obscuring the truth of the scene...

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