16 Beating Zhao Gan (2/2)
“Fourth Change of the Poisonous Snake!” Zhao Gan’s movements became like the sea. They churned, jumped, and wrapped around Zhao Feng. As the fourth change began, Zhao Gan’s damage increased dramatically.
Zhao Feng felt the pressure increase and remembered that Zhao Kun had only learned the first three forms of Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake.
Zhao Gan, however, had learned the first seven Changes! Every successive Change was harder to learn, but the damage would likewise increase dramatically. Zhao Feng felt as if his opponent had no bones and that he was coming closer and closer…
_Shuah!_
Zhao Feng, on instinct, used Lightly Floating Ferry to pull away from Zhao Gan. Close combat was the forte of Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake, even Angry Dragon Fists was difficult to use against it.
_Teng! Teng!_
Zhao Feng, in terms of speed, was absolutely faster than Zhao Gan.
The eight move, the ninth move...the tenth move!
The two shadows split apart as the disciples who were watching held their breath.
“You have won.” Zhao Gan looked deeply at Zhao Feng, and seemed helpless. He then turned around and left, leaving a crowd of shocked disciples behind.
“Thank you for going easy.” Zhao Feng smiled faintly. He did not use all his strength in this fight, especially his left eye. He also did not use Lightly Floating Ferry or the Air Pushing Breathing Technique to their highest potential.
He had two reasons for this. First, he wanted to see how strong he was without the use of his left eye. Second, he wanted to leave some hidden cards for the family sparring contest.
The result was very obvious. When he restrained himself from using these things, he was on par with Zhao Gan. Obviously, Zhao Feng could not confirm if Zhao Gan had left some hidden moves either, as the two of them had only exchanged ten blows.
“When did he get so strong…?” A few of those who were familiar with Zhao Feng now stared at him with their eyes open. Zhao Kun was even more exaggerated, he opened his mouth like a wooden chicken.
“Big brother, if you cannot beat him in ten moves you can still beat him up for me,” Zhao Kun said as he caught up to Zhao Gan.
“You better give up. Even if there were no restrictions I cannot beat him either. His speed is too fast for me,” Zhao Gan shook his head.
“How is this possible!” Zhao Kun knew that his brother did not lie. It wasn’t his attitude.
“He won…” Zhao Xue’s body turned rigid as she gave a complicated look at the youth not far away. That youth seemed especially handsome, taller than ever before at this point…
“This kid actually has a few tricks,” Zhao Yijian said, looking on coldly. “But he only fought against Zhao Gan for ten moves…while Zhao Gan has already lost to me long ago!” Zhao Xue let out a breath as she heard Zhao Yijian’s words.
She did not understand why she was so afraid of Zhao Feng becoming strong. The stronger he became, the more conflicted she felt.
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After the sparring match the field resumed to its original state.This was because it was nearing noon and the powerful Martial Artist would be giving the lecture soon.
“Coach Chen is here!” The crowd suddenly became excited.
Zhao Feng followed everyone’s gazes and saw a tall and muscular man slowly walk onto the martial arts field.
“That is Coach Chen.” Zhao Feng secretly opened his left eye and saw that there was a faint yellow glow being emitting from his blood. The inner strength was pushed every time he let out a breath, creating an unseen pressure.
Why did powerful people have a different aura and create unseen pressure? Zhao Feng now understood a bit through looking at Coach Chen. Every step Coach Chen took and every glance he made created pressure. This aura belonged to Martial Artists. Any Martial Learner under the fourth rank might not even have the courage to attack him.
“So strong!” The disciples had faces of awe and fear. How many Martial Learners on Green Flower Continent wanted to have the title of Martial Artist? Even Zhao Feng was similar.
However, his goal was not limited to this. His goal was Martial Master, those that had the seventh rank or higher. And even the rumoured Holy Martial Path…
“Today I am going to talk about how the skills for Martial Learners of the third rank or lower should be used. I will also be talking about my experience of Inner Strength…” Coach Chen’s voice was deep but not loud. However, even those that were a few hundred meters away could hear him clearly.
After hearing ‘experiences of inner strength’, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Yue had their eyes brighten.
_Inner Strength of the Martial Path? What a coincidence!_ Zhao Feng became very expectant.