24 Top Outer Disciple, Part One (1/2)
Facing Zhao Yijian’s disdain, Zhao Feng only faintly smiled. Although Zhao Yijian was strong, he had an arrogant attitude. This meant that it was useless to talk to him. Only with actions could you prove what you wanted to say.
Although Zhao Feng did not respond, his attitude was like needles in Zhao Yijian’s eyes.
The crowd was slightly taken aback. Zhao Yijian was already very arrogant, but Zhao Feng’s silence did more than what words could say.
“Kid, if you don’t speak now, you won’t be able to speak later,” Zhao Yijian said deeply.
_Jiang!_
His sword flashed in front of Zhao Feng.
Zhao Yijian started with Cold Flowing Sword. Although he was very arrogant, he knew that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi Martial Artist, so he had to go full out.
Zhao Feng felt a chill coming from the sword.
_Ssssss!_
The sword missed Zhao Feng’s shoulder by half an inch.
“What a high technique! I can only see the after-image!”
If he only had the strength of a quasi Martial Artist, then he definitely wouldn’t be able to face the high level of Cold Flowing Sword.
Zhao Feng knew that his defense was not equal to Zhao Yue’s.
_Ceng!_
As light as a leaf, Zhao Feng pulled away from Zhao Yijian.
In terms of defense, Zhao Feng was not Zhao Yijian’s match, not unless he learned a high rank body strengthening technique like Zhao Yue.
“Where are you running!” Zhao Yijian swiftly jumped and used Cold Flowing Sword in mid-air.
No matter how hard Zhao Feng tried to dodge, the chill continued to follow him.
“No wonder it is the high level of a high ranked martial art!” Zhao Feng thought, He knew that although his Angry Dragon Fists had reached the peak level, it was not a match for Zhao Yijian’s Cold Flowing Sword.
“Ice Cold Flying Explosion!”
Zhao Yijian’s move suddenly changed. The sword turned towards Zhao Feng’s landing spot.
Not good! Zhao Feng was in midair and once he landed, he would not be able to dodge Zhao Yijian’s area attack.
“What a Cold Flowing Sword! He can already use area attacks while still below the fourth rank!”
“Looks like the battle has been decided!” the older generation who were watching praised.
“Come down!” Zhao Yijian’s Ice Cold Flying Explosion sent a frenzied blast towards the lower part of Zhao Feng’s body.
“Lightly Floating Wave!” Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he compacted all of his blood, allowing him to jump in midair.
_Teng!_
His body left the pull of gravity as he jumped over Zhao Yijian’s killing move.
_How…is this possible?_ Zhao Yijian stood dazed as he saw Zhao Feng ‘jump’ over his killing move.
“What! Zhao Feng has trained Lightly Floating Ferry to such a high degree!” the main judge praised as he stroked his beard.
“Lightly Floating Wave! That is the ultimate move of Lightly Floating Ferry, how did he manage to do this?” the martial artist who had once trained in Lightly Floating Ferry exclaimed as he stood up from shock.
_On the stage..._
Zhao Feng was running while Zhao Yijian tried to catch up. Soon, Zhao Yijian’s Cold Flowing Sword was approaching high level, its damage and speed rapidly increasing.
Zhao Feng wasn’t bad either. His Lightly Floating Ferry made him as light as a feather and although it seemed like he could only barely dodge the sword, the sword did not even touch him once.
Time flew by. While Zhao Feng was running, he tried to find any flaws in Zhao Yijian’s skill so that he could retaliate.
However, he suddenly realized that he could not even get close to Zhao Yijian, or else he would face a killing move. His Angry Dragon Fists could not block even one of Zhao Yijian’s sword blows. If he tried to block one, he would get injured.
“Do I have to use…” Zhao Feng sucked in a breath as the inner strength in his body awakened, then disappeared.
Relying on the Hiding Air Technique, he concealed his inner strength.
While in midair, Zhao Feng suddenly put his energy into his left eye.
_Peh! Peh!_
The moment the left eye was activated, Zhao Feng went into super-vision mode.
Although Zhao Yijian’s sword was fast, it slowed down in his eyes.
He could even see where the strength in Zhao Yijian’s body gathered, and through that, Zhao Feng could predict where Zhao Yijian was going to attack next.
_Teng! Teng!…_
Zhao Feng dodged all the attacks easily.
“Angry Dragon Fist!” At a certain point, Zhao Feng retaliated.
“Ice Cold Wind!” Zhao Yijian neither dodged nor defended. Instead his sword went for Zhao Feng’s throat.
Zhao Feng felt helpless. He could find gaps in Zhao Yijian’s moves, he could not attack since he would be unable to dodge Zhao Yijian’s sword.