Max level

Obviously, Zhao Feng’s words caused some outrage. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.

“Hmph! This guy is way too arrogant.”

“Zhao Chengang! Take him down!”

The disturbance caused others to look over.

“Core rank martial art? That is a bit interesting,” a quiet girl smiled as she looked on with interest. She was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth amongst the inner disciples. Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to enter the preliminaries. With her cultivation, she could beat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue, their difference was too large.

“Fine…fine…fine! I will see…how strong your core ranked martial art is!” Zhao Chengang’s face was deadly. His opponent’s words were slapping his face!

“Flowing Wind Fist!” Zhao Chengang pushed down his anger and used the high rank skill Flowing Wind Fist. This fist skill used strength and speed to overpower the opponent. Its attack was like a raging storm.

Zhao Chengang’s strength was well within the crowd’s expectations. His power was approaching that of a quasi Martial Artist and did not disappoint them. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing the outer disciple ranked seventh, would he still use core rank martial arts?

Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.

“Flaming Metal Fist!” The simple punch gave off a red glow.

It was core martial arts again!

“It is Flaming Metal Fist again!”

“He is still using core rank martial arts?” The Zhao sect disciples were shocked. A lot of them had thought that Zhao Feng was just joking, and that he wasn’t going to do it.

However, the truth was, he was even crazier than expected!

“Kid, fall!” Zhao Chengang’s eyes were spitting fire as his two fists came crushing towards Zhao Feng. The power contained inside his fists made many Zhao sect disciples shout out.

“Normal third rank cultivators won’t even be able to take this one punch.”

“Not bad, his Flowing Wind Fists has reached the low level, it is obvious that he has trained hard!” Even some of the older generation nodded their heads.

_Peh!_

The two figures clashed together, fist against fist.

“Go down!” Zhao Chengang pushed his Flowing Wind Fist to the max. If he used a high rank martial art and couldn’t take down Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how would he be able to get a foot in amongst the top ten outer disciples?

“Open!” Zhao Feng was calm. His fists seemed to be alive and easily blocked Zhao Chengang’s fist.

_Boom!_

The burn on Zhao Chengang’s fist made his hand go numb as he was pushed back two steps, while Zhao Feng only trembled, but did not move.

“How is this possible?” Zhao Chengang was shocked. He had thought that he could take down Zhao Feng in one punch, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!

“What is going on!” The Zhao sect disciples around paused.

“I do not believe it…it was an accident! It accidentally hit the weakness of my move!” Zhao Chengang howled as he again pounced forwards using Flowing Wind Fist.

_Pah!_

Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were even, Zhao Chengang was being constrained.

“It really is a core martial art skill…how did he do that?”

“How can a core rank martial art gain the upper hand while facing a high rank martial art?”

The Zhao sect disciples were confused.

One move…two moves…three moves…every time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.

When two people of the same rank fought it was normal to have one side gain the upper hand. However, using a core rank martial art while fighting against a high rank martial art was unheard of. What was going on?

Zhao Chengang turned crazy as he used all of his power.

Many looked towards the judge and the older generation of the sect.

“Zhao Feng’s battle awareness and skill far surpasses Zhao Chengang’s,” the judge said uncertainly. His analysis didn’t satisfy the people.

“Hehe, this kid has trained a core ranked skill to perfection,” an old voice sounded from the center of the crowd. It was an old man who had a white beard. It was the contest’s main judge.

Perfection?

A few judges quickly nodded their heads. Everyone knew that the higher the skill level, the more damage was dealt. However, this was not the case for everything!

For example, when one trained a low rank martial art to the high level, and another trained a high rank skill to the low level, the high rank martial art would not be as powerful as the low rank martial art.

Normally, the levels were: Beginner, low, high and peak level. Peak level meant that it had reached ninety percent or higher.

Normally, someone training a martial art to the peak level was already very rare. However, peak level did not mean that it was the limit. Above peak level was perfection! Perfection meant that the skill had been trained to at least ninety-nine percent of its fullest potential. It could be said that it could not get any better.

“Although it seems like there is a small difference between perfection and the peak level, the gap is insanely huge! The difference is even bigger than the difference between the low level and the high level!” the main judge smiled faintly.

“But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to fight on par against Zhao Chengang.” One martial artist still did not understand.

After all, high ranked martial art skills were three levels higher than core ranked martial art skills, and Zhao Chengang had trained the high rank martial art to the low level.

“You are right! The highest level of a core rank martial art can barely fight on par with the low level of a high rank martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Feng’s body strength, reaction speed, battle awareness, and so forth all far exceed that of Zhao Chengang’s,” the main judge praised. Through his explanation the crowd now fully understood.

Just at this moment, the battle on the seventh stage was changing.

“Zhao Feng’s starting to attack now!”

“Oh my god! What a fast speed!”

_Peh! Pah! Beng…_

The audience’s eyes were attracted to the seventh stage, only to see Zhao Feng’s defense turn into offense. His fists had already surpassed the realm of what Flaming Metal Fists could achieve.

His speed and power all struck at his opponent’s weaknesses. Zhao Chengang, who was in a frenzied state, instantly faltered and was hit by one of Zhao Feng’s punches.

_Pah—_

Zhao Chengang gave a scream as his shoulder was ripped out of its socket.

“Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!” the judge of the seventh declared hurriedly as he let out a breath.

_Hua!_

The seventh group went into an uproar.

“Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang by only using a core ranked martial art!”

“Unbelievable! Zhao Chengang was ranked first in the group…”

Zhao Feng had won his fifteenth match. This meant that he was now the strongest in group seven.

At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei all looked over.

“Perfection? When the martial artist held the lecture, I felt all the moves of Flaming Metal Fist disappear from my mind…this is probably why,” Zhao Feng finally understood.

When he came back from the lecture he felt that his core ranked martial art had reached a peak, where it could fight against quasi Martial Artists. And Zhao Chengang’s strength had only barely reached that of a quasi Martial Artist.

“Not bad. It looks like the outer disciples have a black horse,” the main judge smiled.

“Core rank martial art…although he has trained it to the highest level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core ranked martial arts are just core ranked!” a middle-aged man faintly smiled.

“Oh?” The main judge sent an interested look towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was Zhao Yijian’s father. The middle-aged man laughed as his eyes glanced towards Zhao Yijian with a confident expression.

“True…the potential of core ranked martial arts are limited…Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train it to perfection, which means that he would not have much time left to train in other skills…so unfortunate,” the main judge spoke and shook his head.

“Hmph! Perfection of a core ranked martial art?” Zhao Yijian looked mockingly at Zhao Feng. In his eyes, core ranked martial arts were rubbish.

The white-clothed girl looked at Zhao Feng, shocked. “Brother Yijian, you have got to beat him.”

“Xue’er, it is fine. I only need three to ten moves at most! But I won’t let him off the hook that easily, I am also going to humiliate him,” Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was very loud, so many of the people present heard it.

At this time, Zhao Feng’s eyes landed upon him. Their gazes clashed. While Zhao Yijian’s eyes were cold, Zhao Feng had a faint smile.

“Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number two hundred and thirty-three!” The group contest still continued.

After Zhao Feng beat Zhao Chengang, he had no more opponents that were his match on the seventh stage.

Sixteen wins…seventeen wins…eighteen wins…

Most of the people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they were finished with one blow.

“It is too disgraceful to lose against a core ranked martial art!”

The Zhao sect disciples looked at Zhao Feng like he had a disease.

Eighteen wins…nineteen wins…twenty wins in a row!

Finally Zhao Feng won twenty matches in a row, allowing him to proceed to the next round!