19 Start of the Martial Contes (1/2)

“Ninety-ninth?”

Zhao Feng’s lips curled into a smile, “I am getting pumped up for this contest…”

Those that could rank in the top one hundred were all considered talented in the sect. After all, there were over thousands of youths between the ages of twelve and eighteen in the sect. And at least five hundred of them had entered the competition.

If Zhao Feng had not merged with the mysterious eye, he would not even have the right to enter right now.

“There are still twenty days left. I need to use my time wisely…” Zhao Feng headed straight home to prepare for the competition.

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The time of the family sparring contest was coming closer and closer.

All of the Zhao sect youths were under a tense atmosphere. Many disciples even broke through under this pressure…

This was the result that the Zhao sect’s higher level wanted.

After Zhao Feng returned home, apart from consolidating his Inner Strength, he kept on training in Angry Dragon Fists. Up to now Angry Dragon Fists was Zhao Feng’s most powerful attack skill.

Half a month ago, he had trained Angry Dragon Fists to the high level. Now, his Angry Dragon Skill had reached the peak level.

The peak level represented ninety percent or higher of the skills maximum damage, which was nearly fifty percent stronger than it had at the high level. Up to now, Zhao Feng had never heard of any other outer disciples who had trained a middle ranked skill to peak level.

There was still half a month left until the contest.

Zhao Feng put even more energy into cultivating. His key focus was the Air Crossing Breathing Technique, as it helped with Inner Strength. To further his cultivation, Zhao Feng even used his three-hundred year old blood plant.

Since he had already formed the first few threads of Inner Strength, his cultivation had increased at an insane speed and he easily broke through to the peak of the third rank. He was only half a step away from entering the fourth rank.

_Hu~_

Zhao Feng let out a long breath. He had trained his body to its maximum potential.

“There are still three days left. I wonder if I can reach the fourth rank,” Zhao Feng murmured. The Zhao sect’s most favoured genius, Zhao Linlong had apparently reached the fourth rank two years ago.

For the next two days, Zhao Feng tried to reach the fourth rank, but failed at both of his attempts. This was within his expectations.

“My chi and body strength is still far away from reaching the fourth rank.” Zhao Feng soon found the reason. The first three ranks of the Martial Path talked about a solid foundation. If the foundation was not solid, it would affect the realms later on.

And for the past two months Zhao Feng had broken through at extreme speed, which made his foundation unstable. Zhao Feng knew this and did not forcibly try to reach the fourth rank.

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Soon there was only one day left.

“The family sparring contest will start tomorrow!” Zhao Feng took a deep breath and a faint green glow appeared as he opened his palms. Having inner strength, he could instantly kill a cultivator of the third rank. Now, his strength was not that of a quasi Martial Artist anymore. It was that of a half-step Martial Artist!

A quasi Martial Artist could easily defeat a normal third rank in one or two moves and would even be a threat towards deadly beasts such as the Green Headed Tiger King. However, once one reached the point of half-step Martial Artist, one’s strength exceeded that of a quasi Martial Artist considerably.

Zhao Feng could now even exchange a few blows with the Green Headed Tiger King. The biggest difference between him and Martial Artists was not body strength, instead it was the amount of his chi.

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_That night, in a certain garden in the Zhao sect..._

_Jiang!_

A sword was drawn from its sheath and created illusions in the air. The sword’s owner was a youth clothed in purple. The power of his sword had reached a frightening level. His casual strikes could be compared with Xin Fei’s Cracking Wind Sword, which could kill cultivators of the third rank in one move.

“Yijian’er, not bad! You have already trained the high rank skill Cold Flowing Sword to the high level. Out of the outer disciples, it is probably only you who have trained a High rank martial art to the high level,” a middle-aged man said, smiling.

The purple clothed youth was Zhao Yijian, who was ranked third amongst the outer disciples.

“It looks like the first place amongst the outer disciples will be changing soon. And Zhao Feng, that bug, will be crushed under my feet!” Zhao Yijian said coldly.

When he mentioned Zhao Feng, his sword suddenly executed five different blows. The strength he used would even shock true Martial Artists.

“Yijian’er, your eyesight is limited. Do not just think about the outer disciples.” The middle aged man shook his head, “Your true opponents are inner disciples! With your strength, you can easily make in into the top twenty, but you will be making me blush if you could make it to the top ten.”