50 Anger From Embarrassmen (2/2)
When they reached the fifth move, Zhao Chi’s chest, hand and arm had turned sore from blocking.
Suddenly, at the sixth move, Xin Wuheng used a middle ranked leg skill and with a _thump_ hit Zhao Chi’s arm.
“Ahhhh…” Zhao Chi screamed in pain and he landed on the floor, sweating coldly.
Xin Wuheng only used a middle ranked finger and leg skill to beat Zhao Chi.
“It’s the same as last year, he still only used middle ranked martial arts.”
“All of his skills have at least reached the peak level.”
The middle of the stage...
Xin Wuheng stood tall with his hands behind his back calmly, as if he had used no energy at all in the previous fight. After Zhao Chi lost, the Qiu family also sent out a few talented disciples to test him out, but it was to no avail. Even Qiu Changyi was defeated in seven moves, and every time Xin Wuheng attacked, he only used one hand.
Cultivators of the same rank were defeated easily and without strain.
“Hard to believe…” Zhao Feng looked at the battle and soon came up with his analysis.
Xin Wuheng had trained five or six middle ranked skills which had all reached the peak level. Some of the moves had even exceeded the original skill in power.
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_At the same time..._
On a tree near the summit, two figures clothed in silver armor stood silently on a branch, hiding within the night.
“To be able to train so many middle ranked skills to the peak rank…I can’t believe such a small Sun Feather City has such a talented genius. If he was put in Jun City, he’d still be ranked in the top ten,” one of the silver figures said.
“You’ve underestimated him…although he hasn’t reached Martial Master yet, he still has the senses of one. I think you understand what this means, don’t you?” the other person said hoarsely.
None of the geniuses, guests, and elders sensed these two people.
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Xin Wuheng stood expressionless in the middle of the stage. At this point, no one dared to challenge him, so they turned their eyes towards Zhao Linlong.
Zhao Linlong had reached the sixth rank of the Martial Path and he was the only one able counter him. Xin Wuheng’s eyes also turned towards the Zhao family’s pavilion as if he was waiting for something.
“Are you ready, Xin Wuheng?” Zhao Linlong stood up. He had reached his peak state, the blood and chi within him boiled.
“I don’t need to prepare.” Although he had just fought many battles, they had expended almost no energy at all since his opponents were defeated almost instantly.
“Good!” As soon as he finished his words, Zhao Linlong left a golden after-image and appeared in the middle of the stage.
The two geniuses stood facing each other while the spectators watched in anticipation. Even the two silver clad figures far outside watched with interest.
_Shadow Step!_
Zhao Linlong moved and although most of the younger generation couldn’t see him, they could still hear the _sha sha_ sound coming from him. Most people knew that Zhao Linlong’s high ranked skill, Shadows Step, had reached the peak level and it worked better when used at night.
Hu!
Xin Wuheng let out a breath and he slowly released the hand behind his back as his expression turned serious. The battles he had fought before were all with one hand, but this time, he was going to use two hands as his opponent had reached the sixth rank.
Facing Zhao Linlong’s ghostly figure, Xin Wuheng stood as still as a stone statue. Zhao Feng could clearly see that Xin Wuheng’s blood, breathing, and Inner Strength remained calm in his body.
“Zhao Linlong’s speed skill probably has no effect on him.” He sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t believe you!” Zhao Ling said coldly. “Brother Linlong’s high ranked speed skill has reached the peak level and his cultivation is also the highest.”
He had developed admiration and trust towards Zhao Linlong. Zhao Feng smiled, but he didn’t speak.
_Shua! Pah!_
A palm from a golden figure swept towards Xin Wuheng’s back.
Too fast!
No one understood how Zhao Linlong appeared behind Xin Wuheng. However, at this moment, Xin Wuheng also moved. He moved calmly, just slightly pressing out his chest and the terrifying palm just missed him.
“Back Flowing Leg!”
Without even turning, Xin Wuheng unleashed his attack.
_Peng!_
Zhao Linlong quickly circulated his Inner Strength and he managed to block Xin Wuheng’s attack. Just as Zhao Feng expected, Zhao Linlong’s speed skill had no effect on Xin Wuheng…
“How did you know Zhao Linlong’s Shadow Step has no effect on him?” Zhao Yufei asked curiously.
On her other side, Zhao Ling said coldly, “He was just lucky and he said that because he doesn’t like Brother Linlong.”
_I dislike him?_
Zhao Feng almost let out his laughter, after all, it was obvious who disliked who.
“What are you laughing about!? Let’s make a bet then,” Zhao Ling said angrily.
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