38 Zhao Hans Challenge (2/2)

High ranked footwork skill, high ranked inner strength skill, high ranked body skill…

Zhao Chi’s skills were displayed. Although he had learned many different skills, most of them had reached the high level. Even his body skill had reached the fourth level, meaning that he was able to counter swords and blades with his body alone.

_There’s no obvious flaws. His Howling Sky Fist is deadly_ , Zhao Feng thought. He was a tough opponent.

No wonder he looked so disdainfully at him at the outer disciples contest. Zhao Feng wouldn’t have been able to last through three moves of his back then.

Onstage, Zhao Chi was just toying with Zhao Qin. After exchanging around twenty blows, Zhao Qin was puffing already and so surrendered. Zhao Qin knew that she could only last twenty moves since Zhao Chi was going easy on her. If Zhao Chi tried his best, he could win in under three moves.

“None of you have the right to challenge the top three,” Zhao Chi said as he casually glanced towards Zhao Feng.

Hm?

Zhao Feng immediately had a feeling that his thoughts were being read. How did he know that Zhao Feng was going to challenge the top three?

Reading the situation right now, fourth place Zhao Qin, fifth place Zhao Tun, and sixth place Zhao Yufei didn’t seem to have any intentions to try to challenge the top three.

After Zhao Qin’s turn, it was Zhao Han’s turn.

“Zhao Han! Zhan Han!” Many people cheered on Zhao Han, as he was a contender for becoming first.

The tournament had now reached a climax. Even Zhao Chi had a solemn expression when looking at Zhao Han. Only first place Zhao Linlong had an expressionless face on.

Zhao Han’s eyes passed between Zhao Chi and Zhao Linlong. He was ranked third place, and there were only two people in front of him.

Zhao Linlong, or Zhao Chi?

The disciples were expectant. It would be an intense match if Zhao Han chose either Zhao Linlong or Zhao Chi.

However, reality was different. After Zhao Han’s eyes passed Zhao Linlong and Zhao Chi, he started to look at the second row instead.

_Ah!_

The disciples of the second row trembled in fear. The first row were the top ten disciples. The second row were the eleventh to twentieth disciples.

“I want to challenge…the sixth seat of the second row!” Zhao Han’s cold voice echoed.

The sixth seat of the second row.

Zhao Han didn’t challenge the top two, not even the top ten, but the top twenty!

The sixth seat of the second row? Who was that unlucky bastard?

The crowds attention turned towards that spot.

_Me?_ Zhao Feng was stunned.

Yep, Zhao Han was challenging him!

“Zhao Han, are you sure you want to do this?” The judge scrunched up his eyebrows. “The ones that are ranked higher will lose their spots if they lose to a person with lower ranking. And even if you win, there’s no benefit gained.”

According to the rules, those of higher rank could challenge those of lower ranks. But nobody would do so as there weren’t any benefits. Instead, one would lose one of their challenging chances.

“Yes.” Zhao Han’s murderous eyes locked onto Zhao Feng.

Some of the disciples had understanding looks. Many of them knew that Zhao Han was Zhao Yijian’s cousin and their relationship was pretty good. At the twelfth spot, Zhao Yijian immediately looked gratefully at Zhao Han.

“Zhao Feng? Do you not have the courage to fight me?” Zhao Han mocked.

“What’s there to fear?” Zhao Feng remained expressionless as he jumped onstage.

Although he knew he would have to fight Zhao Han, he didn’t think that it would be this early.

_I’ll first break his arm, then I’ll challenge Zhao Linlong_ , Zhao Han planned.

“Zhao Han’s challenging Zhao Feng?”

“It’s obvious, he’s taking revenge for his cousin.”

“Although Zhao Feng’s strong, he’s still not Zhao Han’s match.”

Many disciples were either sympathetic or gloating.

Although Zhao Feng was the top outer disciple and he was a true Martial Artist, there was still a huge gap between him and Zhao Han.