Chapter 90

Cough! Cough!

At the top of the pavilion, the wooden-faced young man and Ye Lingyun were swept up in the rolling dust.

The two exchanged a glance, their faces showing shock as they stared at the commotion in the dust below.

The clash of the six great talents was truly magnificent, comparable to the confrontation of ninth-level martial arts experts.

At this moment, even Guangjun Marquis, who was on a distant tree, was closely watching the dust-covered area, a hint of joy on his face.

At the center of the dust.

Bei Mo stood in place, his feet rooted half an inch into the soil. The trees and rock formations around him had all collapsed and shattered, leaving everything within sight in ruins.

Around him, several other young men were pale and disheveled.

Among them, Nangong Fan and Yang Qing Shan, who had directly confronted him, were both injured internally and looked unwell.

Zhao Yufei and Feng Yin Yue, who had attacked from the side, were also thrown back, sustaining minor injuries.

But there was one exception.

At the edge of the dust-covered area, a young man stood, his clothes flapping in the wind, but without a single scratch on him, his face grave and his breathing rapid.

"This guy's strength is probably more terrifying than most ninth-level experts..."

Zhao Feng's chest rose and fell as he stared at Bei Mo in the center of the dust.

Since entering the clan from the branch family and moving from Yuyang City to Guangling County City, Zhao Feng had never encountered such a terrifying genius.

Perhaps only Xin Wuheng, the mysterious young man he had once clashed with, could be compared to him.

As the dust settled, the situation on the field became clear.

Bei Mo stood in place, expressionless, and said calmly, "That attack just now only used 60% of my strength."

60% strength!

The few geniuses present were shaken to their core, wanting to speak but unable to utter a single word.

Is this Bei Mo's true strength?

Feng Yin Yue's lips curled in a bitter smile. He truly realized why Bei Mo could become the only personal disciple of Guangjun Marquis, while he and the others could only be registered disciples.

He hadn't expected the gap between personal disciples and registered disciples to be so large.

No wonder the other side could gain the favor of Guangjun Marquis.

"It's only been a month, and Junior Brother Bei Mo has become so strong. His strength is almost on par with ours."

Ye Lingyun sighed softly.

In the courtyard pavilion, the group of young men were speechless.

Complete silence.

On a distant tree, Guangjun Marquis smiled and gazed into the distance, muttering, "It's almost time, the moment is approaching..."

After a while.

The courtyard returned to silence.

"Ah, Junior Brother Bei Mo, we admit defeat."

Yang Qing Shan looked somewhat helpless and dejected.

Nangong Fan's face was drained of energy, a hint of jealousy and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

On the contrary, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei were calmer, as their cultivation levels were significantly lower than Bei Mo's.

"Junior Brother Zhao."

Suddenly, Bei Mo's tone changed, his gaze fixed on Zhao Feng.

Huh?

Zhao Feng was taken aback. What's going on?

The gazes of the few geniuses on the field also fell on him.

"Was that finger strike just now yours?"

Bei Mo's eyes were fixed on him as he waved his sleeve.

The few people focused and saw a small hole, about the width of a finger, on Bei Mo's sleeve.

Of course, this small hole was limited to Bei Mo's sleeve; his arm remained unblemished, with no trace of injury.

How did he do that?

Even so, this surprised the few people on the field.

At the time of the clash, Bei Mo had swept through with a domineering presence, his "Ripple Technique" like a vast net, leaving no gaps. Even Yang Qing Shan and Nangong Fan's attacks couldn't get close.

Under the skeptical gazes of the few, Zhao Feng smiled slightly. "It might have been a stroke of luck."

Luck?

Yang Qing Shan's eyes showed a hint of doubt. Among those who had surrounded Bei Mo, it seemed only Zhao Feng had emerged unscathed.

Not only that, his finger strike had found a gap in Bei Mo's technique, leaving a small hole in his sleeve.

If one of these had happened, it might have been luck, but the probability of both happening together was extremely low.

"Ah!"

Ye Lingyun and the three guards, who were watching from the shadows, were also slightly surprised.

The previous clash had been too chaotic, and they hadn't noticed these details.

On the distant tree, Guangjun Marquis's eyes flashed with insight, and he murmured, "Incredible perception, to spot a fleeting weakness in Mo in such a chaotic scene and strike with a finger from a distance."

Only Guangjun Marquis, besides the parties involved, Zhao Feng and Bei Mo, fully understood what had happened.

Guangjun Marquis had only realized this after analyzing the situation later, not noticing it at the time.

"Luck?"

Bei Mo didn't pursue the matter further, but he felt slightly uncomfortable.

He had intimidated six top geniuses with his own strength, and it could have been a "perfect ending."

But unfortunately, there was Zhao Feng, who not only remained unharmed but also left a small hole in his sleeve.

This could be considered the only blemish.

Since being taken as a personal disciple by Guangjun Marquis, he had almost never lost to anyone of his generation.

But since meeting Zhao Feng, he had repeatedly broken this record.

First, he had lost to Zhao Feng in memory, and now the other had left a blemish on his perfect ending.

The friendly sparring among the same disciples came to an end.

Ye Lingyun, the three guards, and Guangjun Marquis, who had been watching from behind the scenes, left one after another.

This sparring session had given each of Guangjun Marquis's disciples some insights, and they all returned to their rooms to meditate and ponder.

On the way back, Zhao Feng's mind was still filled with the image of Bei Mo's invincible strike.

He was too strong!

Zhao Feng couldn't find a way to counter him head-on.

Moreover, that invincible strike had only used 60% of Bei Mo's strength.

Zhao Feng had once activated his left eye to observe Bei Mo, whose cultivation was extremely close to the ninth level. The martial arts inner strength he practiced was very special, surpassing his own "Guiyuan Qi Jue" in both level and power.

After analysis, he determined that Bei Mo had at least practiced two or three Saint-level martial arts.

Among them, the "Ripple Technique" was even more powerful than ordinary Saint-level martial arts.

This made Zhao Feng realize that even Saint-level martial arts had different levels.

Soon, he recalled the classification of Saint-level martial arts he had seen in the library.

"Saint-level martial arts are divided into lower, middle, higher, and top levels. The ones I saw in the 'Saint Level Pavilion' were all lower-level Saint-level martial arts."

Zhao Feng's mind was filled with a vast amount of knowledge.

In the past two days, he had "acquired" a massive amount of knowledge in the library, greatly increasing his experience, though there was still much more he hadn't digested.

...

After returning to his residence, Zhao Feng began to ponder the insights from today's sparring, benefiting greatly.

Especially the "Sui Feng Shi" (Following the Wind) of the "Four Wind Techniques," he had grasped its essence.

Not only that, but he also had a breakthrough in understanding the second technique, "Juan Feng Shi" (Whirling Wind).

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng circulated his Guiyuan inner strength, his hands moving gently, and the sound of breaking air came from around him as the inner strength stirred the wind to rotate and howl.

Dian Xing Zhi (Pointing Star Finger)!

Zhao Feng pointed, and the sound of wind howling and the momentum of the attack spread around him. A simple finger strike seemed to draw on the surrounding wind, creating a wide-ranging impact.

"So, 'Sui Feng Shi' is very useful for movement and footwork, while 'Juan Feng Shi' can enhance the power and momentum of techniques, even producing a wide-ranging effect."

Zhao Feng's understanding deepened.

The Four Wind Techniques are: Sui Feng Shi, Juan Feng Shi, Can Feng Shi (Residual Wind), and Lie Feng Shi (Fierce Wind).

Each technique is more profound and powerful than the last.

So far, Zhao Feng had mastered Sui Feng Shi and had grasped about 60% of Juan Feng Shi.

If his guess was correct, the next two techniques, Can Feng Shi and Lie Feng Shi, would certainly be powerful attack techniques.

For several days, Zhao Feng spent most of his time in deep contemplation.

On this day.

Zhao Feng woke up from his contemplation, opening his eyes.

"Master Zhao, Master Ye Lingyun has sent a message, summoning you for something important."

A servant's urgent voice came from outside the door.

Usually, servants wouldn't disturb him unless it was something urgent.

This time, it seemed to be different.

Zhao Feng walked out of the house and learned the gathering place from the servant.

The gathering place was at the Tianwei Camp.

Soon, Zhao Feng arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the Tianwei Camp's wasteland.

When he arrived, the pavilion was already filled with people.

The two leaders were the wooden-faced young man and Ye Lingyun.

Next were the registered disciples of Guangjun Marquis and the new "Ten Tianwei" young geniuses.

Shortly after, Bei Mo and Yang Qing Shan also arrived.

Everyone was present.

"Lord Sanwei, what exactly happened?"

A young man asked.

The wooden-faced young man replied, "It's related to the previous bandit suppression mission."

Bandit suppression mission?

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised. Weren't the bandits in the rebel area killed off in the last mission?

The young men present also looked puzzled.

Zhao Feng thought for a moment. If it were just a simple bandit suppression, there would be no need to mobilize several of Guangjun Marquis's disciples, let alone his personal disciple, Bei Mo.

"The situation is this: in the rebel area where you last suppressed the bandits, a large number of fierce beasts and wild animals have emerged from the Hengyun Sky Forest, attacking nearby villages and even forming a large-scale 'beast tide,' deliberately heading towards Guangling County City."

Ye Lingyun explained the reason.

Beast tide?

The young men present were surprised.

How could a beast tide suddenly occur in the rebel area?

Zhao Feng fell into deep thought, recalling the scene when he pursued the wolf leader.

At that time, when he entered the Hengyun Sky Forest, his left eye saw the terrifying "hooded figure" and several high-level fierce beasts that appeared mysteriously.

"The scale of the beast tide is significant, with a large number of low-level fierce beasts and some high-level fierce beasts. They have destroyed several villages and even pose a threat to Guangling County City."

Ye Lingyun's expression was serious.

High-level fierce beasts?

Some of the young men present couldn't help but shudder.

The terror of high-level fierce beasts was well-known.

Zhao Feng had personally experienced it. The "Dual-Winged Saber Tiger" and "Blood Python" he encountered in the Hengyun Sky Forest were terrifying creatures, each capable of destroying a village and even threatening a small city like Yuyang City.

"Guangling County City has already dispatched troops and martial artists, but the manpower is still insufficient. This beast tide is also an opportunity for you to train. Lord Guangjun has ordered you to assist in the defense."

The wooden-faced young man explained the purpose.

Assist in the defense?

The young men present breathed a sigh of relief, and some even showed excitement.

"Through battle, you can improve your strength and unlock your potential."

Zhao Feng's attitude was optimistic and positive.

Just as everyone was discussing.

Squawk!

A sharp, piercing cry echoed over Guangling County City, shaking the soul.

"What's happening! Have the fierce beasts already reached Guangling County City?"

Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat.

His left eye instantly pierced through a distance of twenty to thirty miles, seeing a massive golden bird soaring in the sky, its wings spreading, swallowing clouds and rolling mist, its presence far more formidable than the Dual-Winged Saber Tiger he had