Chapter 39 Let You 10 Strokes

on the challenge stage.

The two genius disciples of the martial artist level faced off from afar.

One is the recently rising "dark horse", Zhao Feng who swept the outer layer; the other is Zhao Han, one of the most powerful geniuses in the inner layer.

The field gradually quieted down.

For this battle, everyone felt that there was not much suspense, but they were still enthusiastic.

huh~

Zhao Han's face was cold, and the turbulent martial arts in his body was about to move, exuding a strange cold oppression, and an invisible cold wind was generated around him.

A few feet apart, Zhao Feng felt a chill covering his body, and his body became cold.

This is not an illusion, but the real cold, which is caused by the special and powerful martial arts in Zhao Han's body.

"The inner strength of the martial arts is very strong, and it also contains special attributes, which are stronger than some fifth-level peaks."

Some senior members of the Zhao family lost their voices.

indeed.

The internal strength of the martial arts in Zhao Han is too amazing.

That day, he played against "Xin Tong", who ranked third in the Xin family. With this huge advantage, Zhao Han won with just one move.

At that time, Zhao Han's strength was deeply rooted in his heart.

To this day, Zhao Han's control of the violent inner energy in his body is far better than last time, and his aura has become even more terrifying.

"Zhao Han, this child, a few months ago, had a chance, and absorbed the power of a mysterious ice crystal fragment, so that the inner strength of the martial arts made a breakthrough."

A high-level old man explained with a smile.

"It turns out that it is, but chance is something that cannot be forced."

The senior elders suddenly nodded.

The Qinghua Continent is vast and boundless. It continues through the ages, leaving countless suspense and monuments. There are many creatures living on this continent who have adventures.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Han is such a lucky person.

In the past six months, based on his personal experience, his cultivation base and strength have skyrocketed, and he is already qualified to hit the first place in the inner layer.

"Zhao Feng, I'll give you three chances."

Zhao Han is condescending, and the chill in his voice seems to be integrated with his own martial arts inner strength. With just a few words, it condenses the incomparable power, making people shudder.

Three-stroke opportunity?

Everyone on the court didn't think he was arrogant, but took it for granted.

After all, Zhao Han's ranking far surpassed that of Zhao Feng. He did this so that after winning, he would not fall into the trap and be labelled "bullying the weak with the strong".

"Hahaha...Three tricks? Zhao Han! Do you only need this amount of equipment? Zhao can give you ten tricks instead."

Zhao Feng let out a long laugh, unexpectedly strong, and retorted.

Ten tricks!

There was an uproar on the field, looking at Zhao Feng as if looking at a monster.

Zhao Feng not only did not want Zhao Han to make three moves, but also took the initiative to make ten moves.

This kind of counterattack, at least in terms of momentum, is not weak, or even counter pressure.

After a sensation, the field returned to quiet.

"He must be joking, he must have said something angry."

"It can't be true."

Someone shook his head.

"Anyway, he must lose, so what difference does it make for ten moves."

...

"Ten tricks?"

Zhao Han was suffocated, his face was blue, his eyebrows were beating faintly, his chest was burning with anger, and his words were cold and biting: "...You are asking for shame!"

Whoosh!

The voice did not fall,

There was a silvery cold aura on his arms and shoulders, like the frost in the winter, exuding a repressed chill.

Many of the forty-eight inner-level disciples sitting across from them shuddered.

In the anger and cold hum, Zhao Han's palm whistled a layer of silver cold snow frost, like a thick ice knife, slashing at Zhao Feng.

With the fifth level of martial arts cultivation, and even his strong martial arts inner strength, the power of Zhao Han's palm is enough to shock all fourth levels of martial arts.

"The first move...come well!"

Zhao Feng snorted softly and did not attack, urging Lingdu Qi Art to protect his body, and secretly running "Iron Wall Art".

Two figures, one attacking and one defending, swayed together.

Snapped!

Zhao Han's palm hit Zhao Feng, who was slightly squatting, his arms unexpectedly turned, and he successfully intercepted the cold palm.

In an instant, two martial arts inner strength collided with each other.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

One of the figures took a few steps backwards and shouted in amazement.

what happened!

Some Zhao clan disciples on the field were completely stunned.

Because that embarrassed figure is Zhao Han!

Zhao Han stepped back several meters, his figure stabilized, and his face was gloomy.

His arm was numb for a while, and there was a faint pain, and he couldn't help but lose his voice: "How can he have such terrifying power."

Ten days ago, Zhao Han had a confrontation with Xin Tong, and the opponent's body training and martial arts were so good that they almost threatened him.

However, compared to Zhao Feng, Xin Tong of that day was nothing compared to that.

"Hehe, in this world, you are not the only one who has adventures."

Zhao Feng had a smile on his face, and his body exuded a fierce and agile martial arts inner strength.

That inner strength of martial arts even broke through the shackles of the fourth level of martial arts and reached the fifth level of martial arts.

The most important thing is that Zhao Feng's martial arts inner strength is very condensed, and his control is more satisfying, unlike Zhao Han, who is mottled and impure, and wins by quantity.

"The inner strength of the fifth level of martial arts!"

The elders on the viewing platform were slightly surprised.

Zhao Feng revealed that his cultivation was at the peak of the fourth level, but his martial arts inner strength reached the fifth level.

"His body refining martial arts is very clever, I am afraid that it surpasses all the inner children of this clan."

The white-bearded referee had a happy smile on his face.

Facts have proved that his support for Zhao Feng is a correct choice.

"He has a little bit of an aura of a strange treasure in his body. It seems that this child has some opportunities in recent days."

Patriarch Zhao Tiancang said with narrowed eyes.

"Boy! Don't be complacent, I only played 50% of my strength just now."

Zhao Han's eyes were cold, and he was a little embarrassed.

Snow Cold Palm!

Zhao Han's figure floated over, and he slowly slapped his palm.

That palm seemed to be slow, but it pushed and condensed a more violent cold current. Before the attack, the slightest coldness caused the opponent's blood to condense.

"Second move!"

Zhao Feng did not slow down or hurriedly, and steadily stuck in place, urging the "Ling Du Qi Art" and "Iron Wall Art" to catch Zhao Han's attack again.

Popping!

There was a dull and low vibration in front of the two of them, and between the collision of martial arts inner strength, a circular wave of air rolled four or five meters horizontally, enough to cause the martial disciple to fall and be injured.

The second time he shook, Zhao Han stepped back a few steps again, his arms were almost numb.

After shaking Zhao Han back, Zhao Feng also felt a strange cold internal energy and got into his body.

However, after cultivating the "Iron Wall Art" to the fourth level, not only the whole body is like an iron wall, invulnerable to swords and guns, but also the resistance to the inner strength of the martial arts has been enhanced.

What's more, Zhao Feng's "Ling Du Qi Jue" is not a vegetarian, and he has the real cultivation of the fifth level of martial arts.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Han's face showed a trace of grimness, frantically urging more powerful martial arts inner strength to pounce on Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng in his line of sight was like an iron wall, standing still.

Let him attack like a violent storm, Zhao Feng's iron wall is unbreakable, his strength is amazing, and he is knocked back again and again.

"With such a strong physique, this kind of defense might be ranked first in the inner tier."

The Zhao clan disciples present were almost sluggish.

The second move...the third move...the fourth move...

Every time Zhao Feng catches a move, he will give a sound reminder, which brings great pressure to Zhao Han.

That's right.

So far, he has been passively defending, not attacking.

"Oh my God, did he really plan to let Zhao Han do ten tricks?"

"That's right, he has already made five moves, and he didn't take the initiative to attack."

There was a shock off the field.

On the platform seat, Zhao Yijian, who was in the twelfth place, looked pale: "How could this be... How did his strength rise to such a level? Adventure? Why not me!"

"Not only did he not die, but he also met..."

Zhao Tianjian, who was on the viewing platform, looked ashen and almost exploded with anger.

He failed to hire someone to assassinate Zhao Feng, but instead pushed the other party to advance by leaps and bounds. Really, it was impossible to steal chickens, but to peck at the rice.

"The defense is like an iron wall, the strength is infinite, and even the inner strength of the martial arts can resist a few points. He has at least cultivated the "Iron Wall Art" to the fourth level."

Zhao Yufei's pretty face was full of shock, she could hardly believe her eyes.

Even if I told my grandfather this fact, the other party probably wouldn't believe it.

You must know that the "Iron Wall Art" that Zhao Feng cultivated was exchanged from her. Zhao Yufei knew best about the power of this martial art and the difficulty of cultivation.

Fifth move... Sixth move... Seventh move...

Zhao Han's attack became more and more crazy.

By the end, his eyes were chaotic, bloody, and his lips were bitten.

However.

The repeated attacks caused his mouth to crack and blood to flow. Not only did he not hurt Zhao Feng, but he was seriously injured.

"The ninth move... the tenth move—" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly became louder: "Zhao Han! The ten moves have passed! Your combat power is getting worse and worse, which is disappointing."

His voice, like a nightmare, shocked Zhao Han physically and mentally.

Ten strokes are over!

Zhao Feng was not just making false statements.

If you say you have ten strokes, I will give you ten strokes.

no sooner said than done!

This situation shocked the many Zhao clan children and clan elders present.

It can be expected that after the ten moves, Zhao Feng will never passively defend.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

There was a cloud of cyan aura in Zhao Feng's palm, like a phantom flame, whistling like a long dragon, strange and uncertain.

What he used was "Raging Dragon Fist", which almost surpassed the perfect state of "Raging Dragon Fist"!

Up to now, Zhao Feng's "Angry Dragon Fist" vaguely wants to break through the style of the original boxing technique and incorporate the agility and elegance of "Ling Du Qi Jue".

pop-

That elegant punch just hit the flaw in Zhao Han's body, and the moment it hit the target, a sturdy force like the roar of an angry dragon erupted.

Wow!

Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards, his arm was almost broken.

But at this moment, he completely lost his mind and launched a counterattack while roaring.

But the more like this, the more flaws he has.

In Zhao Feng's eyes, the opponent was like a young child wielding a club, without any lethality.

When Zhao Lengjing was at his peak, Zhao Feng thought that his strength should be equal to the second place Zhao Feng, or even slightly ahead of him by two points. Now that he loses his mind, there is no threat.

"I don't believe it, give me defeat—"

After one move and one defeat, Zhao Han became more and more mad. He just used the martial arts internal strength arrogantly, without any technical content.

Soon, Zhao Feng dodged Zhao Han's blow and took advantage of the gap to hit his belly.

Bang!

Zhao Han's body flew more than ten meters into the air, and fell a dog and ate shit.

I do not believe!

Zhao Han had a grim face, struggling to get up, wanting to fight back.

"The referee, don't judge him to lose!"

Zhao Feng frowned and reminded.

"what!"

The presiding referee "woke up" and announced loudly, "Zhao Han, the challenge failed! The challenged party Zhao Feng has taken the place of third place."

Third place?

The corner of Zhao Feng's mouth twitched into a smile.

His goal was to get into the top three in the inner tier, and he has now achieved it.