Seventh Rank, Holy Martial Art

In a blink of an eye, Lei Cong and Zhao Feng had exchanged blows. The power from the blows made the other youths dodge away immediately.

Star Finger!

Zhao Feng charged forwards instead of retreating as his left eye could catch the changes of Inner Strength and blood movement.

_Boom! Boom! Boom…_

Zhao Feng’s Star Finger had reached the peak fourth level and he could fire tens of finger beams in an instant. Streaks of azure light could be seen flying everywhere, every finger striving for perfection and damage.

In a very short time period, Zhao Feng and Lei Cong were on par with each other. Lei Cong had the advantage in higher cultivation and therefore, he could use a wide range attack, while Zhao Feng had his Spatial Star Finger, which was on par with attacks from the seventh rank.

In terms of attack speed, Zhao Feng was actually faster and he held the initiative.

Final Wind breaking the Skies!

Lei Cong’s palm exploded and sent a barrier of wind towards Zhao Feng.