90 Beast Horde (1/2)

_Cough-cough!_

The dust even blew into Third Guard and Ye Linyun’s faces. The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

The power of the six great prodigies was on the same level as cultivators of the ninth rank. At this moment, a smile appeared on Lord Guanjun’s face as he stared at the dust zone.

At the center of the dust wave, Bei Moi stood there with his feet sunk a centimeter into the ground, everything within sight destroyed.

Around him, there were a few pale-faced youths, Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan receiving internal injuries. On the other side, Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei had been slightly injured, too. There was only one exception. In the outer edges of the dust zone, there was one person standing there uninjured with a solemn expression.

_This guy’s strength is stronger than most cultivators of the ninth rank…_ , Zhao Feng stared at Bei Moi.

Ever since he had entered the main Zhao family and the Province City, he had never met a genius so talented. Maybe only Xin Wuheng would be able to fight with him.

As the dust settled, the situation was seen.

Bei Moi stood expressionlessly and said casually, “I only used sixty percent of my strength just then.”

Sixty percent! The geniuses present wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Was this his true strength?

A bitter smile appeared on Feng Hanyue’s face, he had finally realized why Bei Moi could become Lord Guanjun’s one and only core disciple, whereas he could only become an outer disciple. He hadn’t realized that the difference between them was so large.

“In just a month's time, Brother Bei Moi’s strength is almost the same as mine now,” Ye Linyun sighed.

In the building, the bunch of youths opened their mouths, but nothing came out.

Dead silence.

On the tree far away, a smile appeared on Lord Guanjun’s face. “Soon, it will be time…”

“Aye, Brother Bei Moi, you’re too strong.” Yang Qingshan said helplessly while jealously flashed in Nan Gongfan’s eyes.

It was only Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei who were calm, because the difference in cultivation between them was large.

“Brother Zhao Feng,” Bei Moi turned to face Zhao Feng suddenly.

_Hmm?,_ Zhao Feng stiffened, what was it? The gazes of the youths landed on him.

“Did you fire that finger just then?” Bei Moi stared at him and waved his sleeve.

The youths squinted and saw that there was a tiny hole on Bei Moi’s sleeve. Obviously, this was just limited to Bei Moi’s sleeve. His arm didn’t have a mark on it.

How did he do it?

Even then the others were surprised. When they had exchanged moves, Bei Moi had used a wide range attack that had even reduced Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan’s attacks to nothing before they even got close to him.

Under their shocked gazes, Zhao Feng gave a faint smile, “Maybe I was just lucky.”

Lucky? Suspicion rose in Yang Qingshan’s eyes. Only Zhao Feng wasn’t injured. Not only that, his finger attack had pierced through the flaw on Bei Moi’s move and left a tiny hole there.

If he accomplished only one of them, then it might’ve been luck. But if the two points were added together, the chances of it being luck were extremely low.

“Hm!”

Third Guard and Ye Linyun were slightly shocked. The scene before was too chaotic and they hadn't noticed it.

It was Lord Guanjun on the tree who murmured, “What unbelievable perception, to be able to catch Bei Moi’s flaw in a blink and attack it in the chaos.”

The only one that knew the truth apart from Zhao Feng and Bei Moi was Lord Guanjun. Lord Guanjun had analyzed what had happened, he also hadn't noticed it before.

“Lucky?” Bei Moi didn’t question him further, but he was slightly irritated. He had wanted to defeat all six geniuses in one hit with a perfect ending. Not only did that not happen, he had also received a finger-sized hole in his sleeve.

This was the only mark that tarnished him. Ever since he had been taken in by Lord Guanjun as a core disciple, he hadn’t lost to anyone in any aspect among his generation. Zhao Feng was the first person to do something like this. First, he was defeated in terms of memorization and now, a mark had appeared on his clothes.

The sparring between the disciples ended here.

Lord Guanjun, Third Guard and Ye Linyun all left. Every outer disciple had gained something and so, they all quickly went back to their houses to cultivate.

On the way back, the image of Bei Moi’s move surfaced in Zhao Feng’s mind.

Way too strong!

Zhao Feng couldn’t find any way to fight him straight on and Bei Moi had only used sixty percent of his strength just then. Zhao Feng opened his left eye and he found that Bei Moi’s cultivation was extremely close to the ninth rank and Mo's Inner Strength was even better than his own Returning Breath Technique.

After analyzing the fight, Zhao Feng could confirm that Bei Moi had trained at least three or four Holy martial arts. In the midst of it, the Rippling Skill was stronger than most Holy martial arts and it made Zhao Feng realize there were differences among Holy martial arts, too. Soon, he recalled some contents he had memorized in the library.