39 Let You Have Ten Moves Onstage (1/2)

The two true martial art geniuses faced off. One of them was the king of the outer disciples, while the other was a top tier inner disciple.

The onlookers started to quiet down. Although the final outcome wouldn’t change, this was still an exciting match.

_Hu~_

Cold chi started to flow out from Zhao Han. It caused the whole arena to become colder and colder. Although Zhao Feng was still a few meters away, he felt his limbs begin to freeze. This wasn’t his imagination, the cold actually existed! The source of it came from the element of Zhao Han’s Inner Strength.

“What strong chi! With it containing the element of ice, his Inner Strength is stronger than most other peak fifth rankers,” the older generation of the Zhao sect exclaimed.

Precisely. Zhao Han’s Inner Strength was very powerful. Using this advantage, he had beat the third strongest inner disciple of the Xin family Xin Tong in one move. His strength was already imprinted in their hearts.

Now that Zhao Han had gained control over his previously unstable Inner Strength fully, he was even more fearsome.

“Zhao Han found a mysterious crystal shard a few months ago, allowing his Inner Strength to develop exponentially,” an old man smiled.

“No wonder his chi is so high.”

The Azure Flower Continent was full of mysterious items and places. As it had existed for thousands of years, there were many tombs and queer items that could instantly help lucky cultivators who had the chance to obtain them turn into strong cultivators.

Obviously, Zhao Han was a lucky person, as he was able to obtain a mysterious crystal shard. He had rapidly increased his cultivation level over the past six months and had the right to compete for the top inner disciple.

“Zhao Feng, I’ll let you have three moves.” Zhao Han looked down on Zhao Feng. The chill in his voice seemed to perfectly complement his icy Inner Strength.

Three moves?

The crowd didn’t think he was arrogant. Instead, they thought that this was perfectly acceptable.

After all, Zhao Han’s rank far exceeded Zhao Feng’s. From giving Zhao Feng three moves, no one would say that he had bullied the weak.

“Hahaha…three moves? Zhao Han! Are you such a wimp!? I can give you ten moves,” Zhao Feng laughed aloud and said mockingly towards Zhao Han.

Ten moves!

The crowd looked at Zhao Feng like he was a monster. Zhao Feng didn’t reject the chance to have three moves only, he had even given Zhao Han ten moves to attack first.

The crowd soon became quiet again after a bit of discussion.

“He’s definitely joking.”

“Obviously.”

Some shook their heads. “He’s going to lose anyways, so giving Zhao Han ten moves doesn’t matter.”

“Ten moves?” Zhao Han’s face paled. Suppressing his anger, he bitterly spat out, “You’re courting death!”

_Hu~_

As soon as he finished, his two shoulders emitted an ice-cold aura. The forty-eight inner disciples coughed due to the cold.

A thin layer of silver white ice appeared on Zhao Han’s palm as it flew at Zhao Feng. The power of this palm could easily destroy anyone of the fourth rank or lower.

“The first move…,” Zhao Feng shouted. He didn’t attack. He started to circulate Air Crossing Breathing Technique and Metal Wall Technique to protect his body instead. The two figures clashed together.

_Pah!_

Although Zhao Han’s hand hit Zhao Feng, the latter twisted his body away, and successfully blocked the attack. In that interval, the Inner Strength of the two people clashed.

_Teng! Teng! Teng…_

One of the figures was pushed back.

What happened!?

The disciples were in shock, because the one that was pushed back was Zhao Han! Zhao Han steadied himself after being pushed back. His face was dim with anger.

A numbing feeling came from his arm and couldn’t help but exclaim, “How does he have so much power?”

When Zhao Han and Xin Tong sparred ten days ago, Zhao Feng’s body technique was nowhere near developed enough to threaten him. However, today, Zhao Feng’s body technique was even stronger than Xin Tong’s.

“Hehe, you’re not the only one that improved!” Zhao Feng smiled as he released his Inner Strength.

His Inner Strength had broken through the fourth rank and reached the fifth rank. The main point was that Zhao Feng’s chi was under complete control, unlike Zhao Han’s, whose Inner Strength suppressed others in quantity, not quality.

“Inner Strength of the fifth rank!” Zhao Feng’s cultivation was only at the peak of the fourth rank, but his Inner Strength had already reached the fifth rank.

“His body strengthening technique is extremely powerful. It far exceeds the ones that the sects disciples use,” the white-bearded judge smiled. His decision to support Zhao Feng was correct.

“He still has remaining auras of cultivation resources. It looks like he’s been quite lucky,” the head of the sect Zhao Tiancang noted as he looked towards Zhao Feng.

“Don’t be too full of yourself, I only used fifty-percent of my strength just then!” Zhao Han turned his embarrassment into anger.