Now, not only did his allowance increase by a lot, but he also got other benefits. This was the power of a promotion!
Maybe it was because Zhao Feng's performance was so exceptional that he was moved to the inner disciples' place even before the main tournament.
"Many thanks to the sect and manager," Zhao Feng humbly said.
Being born in a massive sect like this, although some things were unfair, he still got the best treatment within the sect. This was due to competition and limited resources.
"Ok, I will send some people to help settle you in." The head manager ordered the servants behind him.
Zhao Feng moved into his new house on the same day.
Everyone who lived in this area would have the protection of the sect, no matter if they were disciples or relatives. Arriving here meant that not just Zhao Feng was protected, his parents were too.
"This garden is massive; it can easily fit my training in here. This place even has a reading room, bathroom, storage room, and even a horse paddock…" Zhao Feng felt excited as he moved in.
Since he received the highest treatment from the sect, it meant that they received some servants too.
After moving in, Zhao Feng once again started to consolidate his foundation. Usually, he would train inside the house, but he would go to a hidden place when he trained in a secret move.
After two days, his foundation had solidified.
"There are ten more days until the main tournament. I need to at least train Angry Dragon Fists to perfection so that I have a chance to fight for the top three positions."
That night, his Angry Dragon Fists reached the max level. Now, every fist from the max level Angry Dragon Fists caused rumbles.
Crack!
Zhao Feng easily snapped a tree in front of him. This casual punch had the same power as the Green Headed Tiger King. Zhao Feng couldn't hide his excitement. No one amongst the inner or outer disciples could say that they had trained a middle ranked martial art to perfection.
This was because if someone was this talented, they could easily train a high-rank martial art skill to the high or peak level.
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The next morning...
Zhao Feng sat cross-legged as he trained his Inner Strength. He now had more time to cultivate, therefore his Air Crossing Breathing Technique increased steadily.
"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!" Outside came a shout.
Hm? Zhao Feng saw that a few familiar outer disciples run outside his door. One of them was Zhao Kun.
"What happened?" Zhao Feng felt a bit surprised.
"A few Xin family disciples came to challenge us. My brother and Zhao Guang all lost horribly," Zhao Kun said.
Xin family disciples? Challenge? What has this got to do with me? Zhao Feng thought.
"A few of them want to challenge you, the top outer disciple," Zhao Kun continued.
"Where are they?" Since others wanted to challenge him, Zhao Feng wasn't going to avoid it. Especially since he had just broken through, he wanted to move around a bit.
Soon...
Zhao Feng followed the other outer disciples and arrived at the Zhao sect's front gate. Noises came from in front.
"Hehe, the new Zhao sect disciples are so weak."
"Brother Fei has been increasing rapidly; not even three quasi Martial Artists can block one of your moves."
"I heard that your Zhao sect has a new genius called Zhao Feng, let him come out and fight."
Around twenty Xin disciples stood at the front gate. There were two people in front. One's face was scarred while the other wore a grass-hat. The cultivation of these two people had both reached the fourth rank. Especially the youth with the grass hat, his cultivation had reached the peak of the fourth rank.
"Yi! It is him!" Zhao Feng recognized the scar-faced youth; it was Xin Fei. It seemed that he had broken through to the fourth rank after fighting against the tiger.
Right now, the Xin disciples had the upper hand. All the Xin disciples present cheered, whereas five or sixth youths of the Zhao family were lying on the ground. Zhao Yue and Zhao Gan had injuries.
"Zhao Feng, you're here!" Zhao Yue said, then groaned due to the pain from his injuries. After all, Zhao Feng was now the top outer disciple.
Chapter 28 – Battle
"The top outer disciple, Zhao Feng, is here!"
"He is the new king of the outer disciples."
Zhao Feng's appearance caused a slight disturbance.
"Hehe, I thought that it would be someone strong, not a weak half-step Martial Artist. I think Zhao Linlong should come out instead," the grass-hat youth said disdainfully. His cultivation was the highest amongst them, so he had not fought yet.
Xin Fei's eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Feng.
"Zhao Feng! That Xin Fei is the top outer disciple. He beat three of us in one move," Zhao Gan warned.
Three people? In one move? Zhao Feng was slightly surprised since Zhao Gan and the rest were all quasi Martial Artists.
"Zhao Feng, we meet again. Do you still remember our battle?" Xin Fei said as he slowly walked forward. He didn't look down on Zhao Feng due to his cultivation.
Last time in Sky Cloud Forest, Xin Fei had not forgotten that Zhao Feng had only been at the peak of the second rank then and that he had beaten Xin Gang, who was at the peak of the third rank, in three moves.
Half a month ago, Xin Fei reached the fourth rank, becoming the top outer disciple of the Xin family. He then heard that the Zhao family had a new genius, only thirteen years of age who had already formed Inner Strength, becoming the top outer disciple.
And that genius was called Zhao Feng. To challenge the Zhao sect today wasn't a coincidence. Xin Fei's target was Zhao Feng. And the grass-hat youth's target was Zhao Linlong.
"Of course I remember." Zhao Feng walked forward. The crowd gave space. Zhao Feng and Xin Fei stood a few meters apart as they looked at each other.
The grass-hat youth of the Xin family was slightly surprised, "Although Xin Fei has just reached the fourth rank, his strength is not to be underestimated. Yet, he's taking this fight very seriously."
"My cultivation and age are both higher than you. I will not use my sword against you," Xin Fei said as he sheathed his sword.
"Xin Fei, I will advise you to use all of your strength," Zhao Feng said confidently. His words stunned the two different family disciples.
"Hmph!"
"Where does his confidence come from?" the Xin family disciples sniggered, whereas the Zhao family disciples stood shocked.
"As you wish." Xin Fei's expression turned solemn as he slowly took out his long sword again.
"It is starting!" Zhao Feng shouted as he pushed his Inner Strength throughout his body. His speed was so fast that many spectators couldn't see his actions. Also, Zhao Feng's body felt like it had no weight as it floated around.
Third Wind Slice! Xin Fei's long sword instantly flew out.
Shua! Shua! Shua…
In half a breath's time, Xin Fei had sliced three times, the leaves scattered around him were easily ground into dust.
Angry Dragon Fist!
Zhao Feng easily dodged and, under the help of Air Crossing Breathing Technique, did not lose his agility. He easily dodged the first two swords.
Bang!
Only on the third blow did Zhao Feng's fist, which was glowing green, clash against Xin Fei's sword.
What explosive strength! And that Inner Strength seems so mysterious, Xin Fei felt his arm go numb as the long sword in his hand almost fell from his grip. He also felt a very fast and powerful Inner Strength enter his body.
Teng~~~~
Xin Fei was pushed back a few steps as he barely managed to cancel out the opponent's attack. He immediately realized why he had the lower hand in this exchange.
First, Zhao Feng's Angry Dragon Fists had an insane explosive power; it had already reached the max level. Secondly, the punch went
straight for the weakness in his attack. Third, Zhao Feng's chi was not weaker than his; it was even more complicated than his, to a certain degree. The most important reason was this last one.
Being a true Martial Artist, how could he lose to a half-step Martial Artist?
Seventh stance of the Angry Dragon!
Zhao Feng kept on utilizing his fist skill and kept attacking since he had the upper hand.
Since Angry Dragon Fists had reached perfection, Zhao Feng's moves had left the restrictions of the original skill. Especially when used together with Air Crossing Breathing Technique, its agility increased.
Sixth Wind Slice!
Xin Fei didn't hesitate at all as he used his strongest move. Cold light twirled around the area. One sword after another locked his opponent within a few meters.
The expressions of the spectating fighters changed.
Zhao Feng knew that his opponent's move was an area attack that was trying to push him back. However, Zhao Feng did not retreat. Instead, he dodged and occasionally blocked the attacks by hitting their flaws.
In terms of speed, he easily beat Xin Fei; his Ichi was much higher as well.
Dang!
Zhao Feng's fist hit the back of Xin Fei's sword. Zhao Feng also sent out many punches containing Inner Strength. Xin Fei could only fall back.
Wah!
After seven punches, Xin Fei finally spat out a mouthful of blood and exited the fighting circle.
"Thanks." Zhao Feng smiled faintly, leaving the rest of the disciples in shock.
"So strong! A half-step Martial Artist beat a true Martial Artist!"
"No wonder he is our Zhao sect's strongest outer disciple!"
To beat a true Martial Artist while using the power of a half-step Martial Artist was indeed hard.
Zhao Feng had been ‘restricted' in his fight. His power, Inner Strength, and Angry Dragon Fists weren't used to their fullest. Even so, he still beat Xin Fei in ten moves.
"I admire your skills." Even though Xin Fei lost, he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he felt calm. Zhao Feng couldn't help but praise the opponent; he was neither too arrogant nor too humble. His mindset could tell one that his later days wouldn't be low.
"Hehe! Not bad kid, I, Xin Tong want to fight too," the grass-hat youth said.
Shua!
His two arms waved ripping off his t-shirt and hat, revealing his muscular body inside.
Si!
The Zhao sect disciples took in a cold breath. Zhao Feng inspected him with his left eye and couldn't help but be shocked. Every inch of Xin Tong's body seemed to be covered in bronze. The powerful strength coursed through his body.
"Zhao Feng, be careful! He is Xin Tong, the third strongest inner disciple of the Xin family and has trained Bronze Skin Metal Body to the fourth level. Even swords cannot harm him…" Zhao Gan warned.
Before he could even finish Xin Tong slowly walked over. Although he didn't purposely try to imitate Zhao Feng, he caused great pressure just by walking.
Just by body strength alone, he can face fourth rankers. Zhao Feng felt an unseen pressure.
"You will be my dish before I challenge Zhao Linlong." Xin Tong licked his lips. As he was talking, he was casually walking towards Zhao Feng.
The pressure that came with him was even more apparent. Zhao Feng felt that there were many many flaws on Xin Tong's body.
Flaming Metal Fist!
Zhao Feng used the Air Breathing Crossing Technique to form Inner Strength easily and quickly hit the opponent's chest.
Peng!
As the fist hit Xin Tong, the latter laughed, "This is all of your strength?"
What a strong body? The disciples watching stared.
"Not good!" Zhao Feng's punch didn't even break the opponent's defense.
"Get out!" Xin Tong's shout was as loud as thunder. He casually waved his arm, and the full metal-like Inner Strength came crushing over. This move could probably even threaten those of the fifth rank.
It was lucky that Zhao Feng reacted fast and quickly formed his own shield of chi.
Peh! Ceng—–
Every time they clashed Zhao Feng would feel his arm go numb. He knew that the biggest difference between them was body strength and defense.
Xin Tong focused on his body. His muscles were as strong as metal, meaning his power exceeded that of normal people of the fourth rank.
Zhao Feng's cultivation was restrained at half-step Martial Artist. His power and Inner Strength could only be used to sixty-seventy percent, so obviously he could not win.
"Hahaha…kid, you're too weak! Hurry up and call Zhao Linglong. Apart from him, no one is my opponent." After pushing back Zhao Feng in one move, he suddenly stopped.
Ceng!
Zhao Feng was like a feather that landed gracefully on the ground. Since he had the advantage in speed and Inner Strength, Zhao Feng wouldn't have lost.
Xin Tong was helpless and did not want to waste energy. Instead, he wanted to preserve his strength to fight Zhao Linlong.
"Really? Apart from Zhao Linlong, no one is your match?" a cold voice sounded from behind.
"Who's there?!" Xin Tong shouted. Everyone's eyes turned to the owner of the voice.
"Zhao Han!" In everyone's view, a cold youth slowly walked out.
His every step caused a chill to come over them.
"Zhao Han. Third amongst the inner disciples, just a bit weaker than Zhao Linlong and Zhao Chi."
Zhao Feng also inspected Zhao Han. However, as his left eye locked onto Zhao Han, he received a major shock.
Fifth rank of the Martial Path! Not fourth, but fifth rank of the martial path!
"How is it possible? When did Zhao Han reach the fifth rank?" the disciples from both families exclaimed.
"It looks like the first place amongst the inner disciples might change."
"I heard that even Zhao Linlong had not reached the fifth rank."
Zhao Han's appearance stunned everyone.
His cold eyes scanned through the crowd and finally landed on Zhao Feng's face. "You are Zhao Feng?"
Hm? Zhao Feng felt a cold pressure towards him and thought, Does this Zhao Han know me?
Chapter 29 – Zhao Yufei's Suggestion
"That's right." Zhao Feng answered. He did not know why he felt enmity from Zhao Han.
"Good, good, good!" Zhao Han's face turned even colder as he said good three times, then proceeded to not look at Zhao Feng anymore.
Zhao Feng felt baffled since this was the first time he had ever seen Zhao Han, so when did he offend him?
Zhao Yue walked up to Zhao Feng and warned him, "Zhao Han is Zhao Yijian's cousin, and their relationship is quite good."
Zhao Yijian's cousin?
No wonder Zhao Han had enmity towards him. Zhao Yijian was still lying in bed right now due to his injury. Being his cousin, Zhao Han was obviously going to take revenge.
However, right now they were facing enemies from outside. They would have first to settle this and then discuss internal matters.
"Fifth rank of the Martial Path?" Xin Tong's expression changed, but soon recovered, "So what if you're the fifth rank?" Being a fourth top ranker, he had experience fighting fifth ranks.
"Little bug!" Zhao Han walked step by step towards Xin Tong. With every step he took, the cold coming from him would increase. The cold wasn't just a feeling; it was true cold that came from his Inner Strength.
"You've just reached the fifth rank not long ago. I'll see how strong you are right now," Xing Tong snorted, but his expression was solemn.
"Metal Arm!" Xin Tong put his immense power and Inner Strength into his arm, and his whole body seemed like a bull. His skill was a high ranked one, which allowed him to compress his strength into one attack, allowing him to overpower his opponent.
Zhao Feng saw that there were no flaws in the blow, it was obvious that Xin Tong had gone easy on him.
"Snowing Cold Palm!" Z
hao Han's body poured out a freezing aura, just like snow. As he used his palm attack, the area around him started to freeze.
The cold aura made Zhao Feng's heart jump because this Inner Strength was way too strong, it was almost as strong as Zhao Tianijian's.
As soon as Xin Tong rushed forward, he felt an unknown force block him as if he had fallen into mud.
How is this the Inner Strength of a beginner fifth rank? Xin Tong thought.
Pah—-
The two palms clashed together. Using his strength, Xin Tong forcefully pushed back Zhao Han one step. However, the corner of his mouth started to leak blood. The ice cold chi had flowed through his defense and entered his body.
"How is this possible, his Inner Strength has reached the peak of the fifth rank!" Xin Tong felt his blood freeze. He couldn't move.
He!
Zhao Han sent him flying with one kick, and coldly laughed, "Just this amount of strength and you want to challenge Zhao Linlong? Only I have the right to beat him."
"Brother Tong!" The Xin disciples went to help him.
"I'm alright," Xin Tong barely managed to get out. It was lucky for him that his body was strong. If it was someone else, they would have been bedridden for at least a month.
"Zhao Han, I admit that you're strong." Xin Tong grit his teeth as he continued, "But you've just recently reached the fifth rank, and your Inner Strength is this strong, which means that you have eaten some sort of treasure. But what use is outside help? When you meet my family's top genius Xin Wuheng, you will lose!"
When they heard this, Zhao Feng and the others had thoughtful expressions. Zhao Han's circumstances were too abnormal. He had only just reached the fifth rank and had such powerful Inner Strength.
When Zhao Feng used his left eye to inspect Zhao Han, he was certainly shocked because that Inner Strength was way too strong. Xin Tong analyzed correctly, Zhao Han must have used some treasures.
"What if I used outer help? That is my luck; it is the heavens helping me. When I finish refining this energy and beat Zhao Linlong, I will definitely go challenge Xin Wuheng," Zhao Han coldly retorted.
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