21 Max level (2/2)
Normally, the levels were: Beginner, low, high and peak level. Peak level meant that it had reached ninety percent or higher.
Normally, someone training a martial art to the peak level was already very rare. However, peak level did not mean that it was the limit. Above peak level was perfection! Perfection meant that the skill had been trained to at least ninety-nine percent of its fullest potential. It could be said that it could not get any better.
“Although it seems like there is a small difference between perfection and the peak level, the gap is insanely huge! The difference is even bigger than the difference between the low level and the high level!” the main judge smiled faintly.
“But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight on par against Zhao Chengang.” One martial artist still did not understand.
After all, high ranked martial art skills were three levels higher than core ranked martial art skills, and Zhao Chengang had trained the high rank martial art to the low level.
“You are right! The highest level of a core rank martial art can barely fight on par with the low level of a high rank martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Feng’s body strength, reaction speed, battle awareness, and so forth all far exceed that of Zhao Chengang’s,” the main judge praised. Through his explanation the crowd now fully understood.
Just at this moment, the battle on the seventh stage was changing.
“Zhao Feng’s starting to attack now!”
“Oh my god! What a fast speed!”
_Peh! Pah! Beng…_
The audience’s eyes were attracted to the seventh stage, only to see Zhao Feng’s defense turn into offense. His fists had already surpassed the realm of what Flaming Metal Fists could achieve.
His speed and power all struck at his opponent’s weaknesses. Zhao Chengang, who was in a frenzied state, instantly faltered and was hit by one of Zhao Feng’s punches.
_Pah—_
Zhao Chengang gave a scream as his shoulder was ripped out of its socket.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” the judge of the seventh declared hurriedly as he let out a breath.
_Hua!_
The seventh group went into an uproar.
“Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang by only using a core ranked martial art!”
“Unbelievable! Zhao Chengang was ranked first in the group…”
Zhao Feng had won his fifteenth match. This meant that he was now the strongest in group seven.
At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei all looked over.
“Perfection? When the martial artist held the lecture, I felt all the moves of Flaming Metal Fist disappear from my mind…this is probably why,” Zhao Feng finally understood.
When he came back from the lecture he felt that his core ranked martial art had reached a peak, where it could fight against quasi Martial Artists. And Zhao Chengang’s strength had only barely reached that of a quasi Martial Artist.
“Not bad. It looks like the outer disciples have a black horse,” the main judge smiled.
“Core rank martial art…although he has trained it to the highest level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core ranked martial arts are just core ranked!” a middle-aged man faintly smiled.
“Oh?” The main judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian’s father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced towards Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.
“True…the potential of core ranked martial arts are limited…Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train it to perfection, which means that he would not have much time left to train in other skills…so unfortunate,” the main judge spoke and shook his head.
“Hmph! Perfection of a core ranked martial art?” Zhao Yijian looked mockingly at Zhao Feng. In his eyes, core ranked martial arts were rubbish.
The white-clothed girl looked at Zhao Feng, shocked. “Brother Yijian, you have got to beat him.”
“Xue’er, it is fine. I only need three to ten moves at most! But I won’t let him off the hook that easily, I am also going to humiliate him,” Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was very loud, so many of the people present heard it.
At this time, Zhao Feng’s eyes landed upon him. Their gazes clashed. While Zhao Yijian’s eyes were cold, Zhao Feng had a faint smile.
“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number two hundred and thirty-three!” The group contest still continued.
After Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang, he had no more opponents that were his match on the seventh stage.
Sixteen wins…seventeen wins…eighteen wins…
Most of the people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they were finished with one blow.
“It is too disgraceful to lose against a core ranked martial art!”
The Zhao sect disciples looked at Zhao Feng like he had a disease.
Eighteen wins…nineteen wins…twenty wins in a row!
Finally Zhao Feng won twenty matches in a row, allowing him to proceed to the next round!