King of Gods_Book 1_Chinese Translation

by Convenience Food Restaurant

  Zhao Chi's skills were displayed. Although he had learned many different skills, most of them had reached the high level. Even his body skill had reached the fourth level, meaning that he was able to counter swords and blades with his body alone.

  There are no obvious flaws. His Howling Sky Fist is deadly, Zhao Feng thought. He was a tough opponent.

  No wonder he looked so disdainfully at him at the outer disciples' contest. Zhao Feng wouldn't have been able to last through three moves of his back then.

  Onstage, Zhao Chi was just toying with Zhao Qin. After exchanging around twenty blows, Zhao Qin was puffing already and so surrendered. Zhao Qin knew that she could only last twenty moves since Zhao Chi was going easy on her. If Zhao Chi tried his best, he could win in under three moves.

  "None of you have the right to challenge the top three," Zhao Chi said as he casually glanced towards Zhao Feng.

  Hm?

  Zhao Feng immediately had a feeling that his thoughts were being read. How did he know that Zhao Feng was going to challenge the top three?

  Reading the situation right now, fourth place Zhao Qin, fifth place Zhao Tun, and sixth place Zhao Yufei didn't seem to have any intentions to try to challenge the top three.

  After Zhao Qin's turn, it was Zhao Han's turn.

  "Zhao Han! Zhan Han!" Many people cheered on Zhao Han, as he was a contender for becoming first.

  The tournament had now reached a climax. Even Zhao Chi had a solemn expression when looking at Zhao Han. Only first place Zhao Linlong had an expressionless face on.

  Zhao Han's eyes passed between Zhao Chi and Zhao Linlong. He was ranked third place, and there were only two people in front of him.

  Zhao Linlong, or Zhao Chi?

  The disciples were expectant. It would be an intense match if Zhao Han chose either Zhao Linlong or Zhao Chi.

  However, the reality was different. After Zhao Han's eyes passed Zhao Linlong and Zhao Chi, he started to look at the second row instead.

  Ah!

  The disciples of the second row trembled in fear. The first row was the top ten disciples. The second row was the 11th to 20th disciples.

  "I want to challenge… the sixth seat of the second row!" Zhao Han's cold voice echoed.

  The sixth seat of the second row.

  Zhao Han didn't challenge the top two, not even the top ten, but the top twenty!

  The sixth seat of the second row? Who was that unlucky bastard?

  The crowd's attention turned towards that spot.

  Me? Zhao Feng was stunned.

  Yep, Zhao Han was challenging him!

  "Zhao Han, are you sure you want to do this?" The judge scrunched up his eyebrows. "The ones that are ranked higher will lose their spots if they lose to a person with lower ranking. And even if you win, there's no benefit gained."

  According to the rules, those of higher rank could challenge those of lower ranks. But nobody would do so as there weren't any benefits. Instead, one would lose one of their challenging chances.

  "Yes." Zhao Han's murderous eyes locked onto Zhao Feng.

  Some of the disciples had understanding looks. Many of them knew that Zhao Han was Zhao Yijian's cousin and their relationship was pretty good. At the twelfth spot, Zhao Yijian immediately looked gratefully at Zhao Han.

  "Zhao Feng? Do you not have the courage to fight me?" Zhao Han mocked.

  "What's there to fear?" Zhao Feng remained expressionless as he jumped onstage.

  Although he knew he would have to fight Zhao Han, he didn't think that it would be this early.

  I'll first break his arm; then I'll challenge Zhao Linlong, Zhao Han planned.

  "Zhao Han's challenging Zhao Feng?"

  "It's obvious; he's taking revenge for his cousin."

  "Although Zhao Feng's strong, he's still not Zhao Han's match."

  Many disciples were either sympathetic or gloating.

  Although Zhao Feng was the top outer disciple and he was a true Martial Artist, there was still a huge gap between him and Zhao Han.

  Chapter 39 – Let You Have Ten Moves Onstage

  The two true martial art geniuses faced off. One of them was the king of the outer disciples, while the other was a top-tier inner disciple.

  The onlookers started to quiet down. Although the outcome wouldn't change, this was still an exciting match.

  Hu~

  Cold chi started to flow out from Zhao Han. It caused the whole arena to become colder and colder. Although Zhao Feng was still a few meters away, he felt his limbs begin to freeze. This wasn't his imagination, the cold actually existed! The source of it came from the element of Zhao Han's Inner Strength.

  "What strong chi! With it containing the element of ice, his Inner Strength is stronger than most other peak fifth rankers," the older generation of the Zhao sect exclaimed.

  Precisely. Zhao Han's Inner Strength was very powerful. Using this advantage, he had beat the third strongest inner disciple of the Xin family Xin Tong in one move. His strength was already imprinted in their hearts.

  Now that Zhao Han had gained control over his previously unstable Inner Strength fully, he was even more fearsome.

  "Zhao Han found a mysterious crystal shard a few months ago, allowing his Inner Strength to develop exponentially," an old man smiled.

  "No wonder his chi is so high."

  The Azure Flower Continent was full of mysterious items and places. As it had existed for thousands of years, there were many tombs and queer items that could instantly help lucky cultivators who had the chance to obtain them turn into strong cultivators.

  Obviously, Zhao Han was a lucky person, as he was able to obtain a mysterious crystal shard. He had rapidly increased his cultivation level over the past six months and had the right to compete for the top inner disciple.

  "Zhao Feng, I'll let you have three moves." Zhao Han looked down on Zhao Feng. The chill in his voice seemed to complement his icy Inner Strength perfectly.

  Three moves?

  The crowd didn't think he was arrogant. Instead, they thought that this was perfectly acceptable.

  After all, Zhao Han's rank far exceeded Zhao Feng's. From giving Zhao Feng three moves, no one would say that he had bullied the weak.

  "Hahaha…three moves? Zhao Han! Are you such a wimp!? I can give you ten moves," Zhao Feng laughed aloud and said mockingly towards Zhao Han.

  Ten moves!

  The crowd looked at Zhao Feng like he was a monster. Zhao Feng didn't reject the chance to have three moves only; he had even given Zhao Han ten moves to attack first.

  The crowd soon became quiet again after a bit of discussion.

  "He's definitely joking."

  "Obviously."

  Some shook their heads. "He's going to lose anyway, so giving Zhao Han ten moves doesn't matter."

  "Ten moves?" Zhao Han's face paled. Suppressing his anger, he bitterly spat out, "You're courting death!"

  Hu~

  As soon as he finished, his two shoulders emitted an ice-cold aura. The forty-eight inner disciples coughed due to the cold.

  A thin layer of silver white ice appeared on Zhao Han's palm as it flew at Zhao Feng. The power of this palm could easily destroy anyone of the fourth rank or lower.

  "The first move…," Zhao Feng shouted. He didn't attack. He started to circulate Air Crossing Breathing Technique and Metal Wall Technique to protect his body instead. The two figures clashed together.

  Pah!

  Although Zhao Han's hand hit Zhao Feng, the latter twisted his body away, and successfully blocked the attack. In that interval, the Inner Strength of the two people clashed.

  Teng! Teng! Teng…

  One of the figures was pushed back.

  What happened!?

  The disciples were in shock because the one that was pushed back was Zhao Han! Zhao Han steadied himself after being pushed back. His face was dim with anger.

  A numbing feeling came from his ar
m and couldn't help but exclaim, "How does he have so much power?"

  When Zhao Han and Xin Tong sparred ten days ago, Zhao Feng's body technique was nowhere near developed enough to threaten him. However, today, Zhao Feng's body technique was even stronger than Xin Tong's.

  "Hehe, you're not the only one that improved!" Zhao Feng smiled as he released his Inner Strength.

  His Inner Strength had broken through the fourth rank and reached the fifth rank. The main point was that Zhao Feng's chi was under complete control, unlike Zhao Han's, whose Inner Strength suppressed others in quantity, not quality.

  "Inner Strength of the fifth rank!" Zhao Feng's cultivation was only at the peak of the fourth rank, but his Inner Strength had already reached the fifth rank.

  "His body strengthening technique is extremely powerful. It far exceeds the ones that the sects disciples use," the white-bearded judge smiled. His decision to support Zhao Feng was correct.

  "He still has remaining auras of cultivation resources. It looks like he's been quite lucky," the head of the sect Zhao Tiancang noted as he looked towards Zhao Feng.

  "Don't be too full of yourself; I only used fifty-percent of my strength just then!" Zhao Han turned his embarrassment into anger.

  "Cold Snow Palm!" Zhao Han lept up and slowly pushed out his palm.

  The palm seemed slow, yet, it condensed his Inner Strength to a very dense point. Before the attack arrived, the chill would freeze the opponent's blood.

  "The second move!" Zhao Feng stayed where he stood and once again, circulated Metal Wall Technique and Air Crossing Breathing Technique to block Zhao Han's attack.

  Boom!

  There was a loud boom as the figures intercepted each other. A shock wave swept everything up in a five-meter radius.

  Zhao Han retreated back once again. His arm was almost fully numb again.

  After fending off Zhao Han, Zhao Feng felt a cold chi flow into his body. But after the Metal Wall Technique reached the fourth level, his body was not only as strong as metal; it also increased the resistance he had against chi. Not only that, Zhao Feng's real cultivation was actually at the fifth rank.

  "This is not possible!" Zhao Han's face turned cruel, and he leaped furiously towards Zhao Feng.

  However, Zhao Feng was like a metal wall, not moving at all. No matter how furiously he attacked, Zhao Feng time after time fended him off.

  "His defense is probably the best out of the inner disciples." The Zhao sect disciples were in a daze.

  The second move…the third move…the fourth move…

  Every time Zhao Feng blocked a move; he would tell Zhao Han how many moves he had used. Zhao Feng had only defended since the start of the match.

  "Oh my god! Is he really going to let Zhao Han have ten moves?"

  "Looks like it. It's already been five moves, and he hasn't attacked yet."

  Whispers went through the crowd. Near the stage, number twelve ranked Zhao Yijian was pale-faced. "Why is it like this…? When did he get so strong? Why isn't it me!!!"

  "Not only did he not die, but he also became even stronger…" Zhao Tianjian's face was green.

  He had paid someone to assassinate Zhao Feng. Not only did they fail, but they also allowed Zhao Feng's strength to increase even more!

  "His defense is at the metal wall level. Even Inner Strength is weakened against it. This means his Metal Wall Technique is at least at the fourth level." Zhao Yufei's face was full of shock. She couldn't believe her eyes. She had given Zhao Feng the Metal Wall Technique. She knew how hard it was to train this skill.

  The fifth move…the sixth move…the seventh move…

  Zhao Han's attacks became more and more insane. In the end, his lips started to leak blood from how hard he was biting them.

  However, every time he attacked, Zhao Feng was never harmed. Instead, he injured himself from the recoil.

  "The ninth move… the tenth move…" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly rose. "Zhao Han! The ten moves have finished! Your strength disappoints me."

  His voice was like a nightmare. The ten moves had finished!

  Zhao Feng had stated the truth. If I let you have ten moves, then you'll have ten moves!

  This scene caused the disciples and elders to be extremely disturbed. Now, after the ten moves had finished, Zhao Feng would not defend anymore.

  "Angry Dragon Fists!

  A green color appeared on Zhao Feng's palm. The Angry Dragon Fists he was using now surpassed the original Angry Dragon Fists!

  Pah—-

  The floating casual fist just happened to hit the flaw in Zhao Han's defense.

  Wah!

  Zhao Han spat out a mouthful of blood as he was knocked backward. At this moment, he had lost all sanity and fought even more crazily.

  But the wilder he became, the more flaws appeared. In Zhao Feng's eyes, his opponent was just a child brandishing a stick. When Zhao Han was calm, Zhao Feng thought that he was on par with Zhao Chi, the number two inner disciple. But with him going crazy, he was now no threat at all.

  "I don't believe it, lose…"

  After being beaten one move after another, Zhao Han was now only using pure power, there was no skill involved. Soon, Zhao Feng dodged one of Zhao Han's attacks, and in the gap interval, Zhao Feng landed a kick on Zhao Han's abdomen.

  Peng!

  Zhao Han flew back tens of meters and landed face first.

  I don't believe it! Zhao Han tried to get back up.

  "Judge, why aren't you saying that he lost yet?" Zhao Feng asked.

  "Ah!" The judge finally recovered from his shock and quickly shouted, "Zhao Han, challenge failed! The challenged will now take the third spot."

  Third?

  Zhao Feng's lips curled into a smile. He had now achieved his goal to reach the top three inner disciples.

  Chapter 40 – Zhao Linlong's Strength

  With the judge's announcement, the people broke out of their daze. This result was completely unexpected. Being a black horse, Zhao Feng continued to dominate his opponents and create miracles!

  Now he had beaten the third strongest inner disciple, Zhao Han. Zhao Feng laughed as he sat down on the third seat of the first row.

  On his right side was Zhao Chi, who was looking at him as if it was the first time he had seen him. When the outer disciples' contest had ended, Zhao Chi went over to inspect Zhao Feng, but at that time, Zhao Feng was utter trash compared to him.

  After Zhao Chi beat Zhao Qin, he casually said that no one had the right to fight for the top three spots. However, right now, Zhao Feng was sitting next to him. The top three were now Zhao Linlong, Zhao Chi, and Zhao Feng.

  Next, it was Zhao Chi's turn to challenge someone. Zhao Chi lazily stretched his back and landed on the stage.

  "Number two Zhao Chi, who do you challenge?" the judge smiled.

  Being number two, who else could he challenge? Instantly, everyone's eyes turned towards Zhao Linlong.

  Now that Zhao Chi had gone onstage, there was no one blocking his vision from looking at Zhao Linlong. Zhao Linlong wore a golden robe. He had thick black eyebrows, and an aura as deep as the sea.

  Since the beginning of the tournament Zhao Linlong had kept his eyes closed. Even when Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Han, he had remained expressionless, as if nothing mattered to him.

  "Zhao Linlong, give me some face. Come onstage," Zhao Chi said mockingly.

  "Number one, Zhao Linlong," the judge warned.

  "Hmm." Zhao Linlong slowly rose.

  The moment he stood up, he turned into a golden blur. Instantly, he landed onstage.

  "How are there so many Zhao Linlong's?"

  "After-image! So fast!" the crowd exclaimed. Many spectators couldn't even see how Zhao Linlong moved.

  "What kind of footwork skill is that? It's so complex." Zhao Feng's brow furrowed. Although he could see how Zhao Linlong moved with his left eye, he couldn't see any flaws.

  "Zhao Linlong
, we haven't met for half a year. It looks like your Step Shadow skill has reached the peak level. No wonder you're one of the fourth geniuses of Sun Feather City." Zhao Chi was slightly impressed.

  Step Shadow was a high ranked martial art. Its fame exceeded most other high ranked martial arts due to its superiority.

  Peak level of a high ranked martial art!

  The disciples could only watch in awe. There was no second genius of the Zhao sect who could train a high ranked martial art to the peak level.

  "Zhao Chi, you're the only one who can give me a fight. Today, I will suppress my cultivation to the fourth rank and spar with you," Zhao Linlong said casually.

  Immediately, the other disciples' expressions turned dark. There was no one apart from Zhao Chi who had the right to challenge him? Zhao Linlong's words caused many to be unhappy.

  How would the number three, number four, and number five feel?

  Zhao Feng's eyebrows scrunched up, then immediately resumed an ordinary expression. Ever since he had seen the shy girl attack the powerful Hyena in the Sky Cloud Forest, Zhao Feng understood something: There was always someone stronger than you.

  He was working towards the greater realm. He wanted to explore the outside world.

  "Hateful! That Zhao Linlong…"

  Sitting on the sixth seat of the second row, Zhao Han's face was unwilling. Just a while ago, his cultivation had increased by leaps and bounds. His Inner Strength had reached the peak of the fifth rank, approaching the sixth rank.

  This had made him arrogant and a contender for the top inner disciple. In terms of favoritism, he had surpassed Zhao Chi.

  However, Zhao Linlong's words hit him into hell. And because he had just lost to Zhao Feng, he had no right to speak out against him.

  At this time, the battle began.

  "Sky Howling Fist!"

  Zhao Chi's fist started to glow red. Zhao Chi's Sky Howling Fist was very similar to Zhao Feng's Angry Dragon Fist, but the ranks of the martial arts were one tier apart.

  With Zhao Chi fully utilizing Sky Howling Fist, his strength crept towards the peak of the fifth rank. Adding on his footwork, body strengthening skills and techniques, his damage scale was frightening.