King of the Gods (King of Gods)
20 Core Rank Martial Arts Skills
The sound was heard as the official start of the family sparring match. The field became quiet.
“First chapter, group elimination! The contestants would be divided into ten groups, spread over ten stages. Now we're going to start separating groups … "
Under the guidance of the sect the outer disciples were divided into ten different groups.
"Number 188, seventh stage!" Zhao Feng obediently headed to the seventh stage.
The rule was that, out of every stage contestant, ten people would be selected from the fifty-man ish to proceed to the next round. For example, Zhao Feng's group had fifty-two people, and only ten of them would proceed to the next round.
Using his left eye, Zhao Feng scanned the ten groups and realized that the separation of the groups was cheating. The most obvious result was that the top ten disciples were all in different groups.
For example Zhao Yue, who was the first time, had been sent to the first group. Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei, were sent to the second and third groups respectively. This meant that the top disciples would not meet too early.
“Each group has a strong and weak disciple spread. This means that there will not be many young people who will advance through luck. " Zhao Feng nodded in agreement.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng started surveying the people who threatened him the most.
The strongest was Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh among the outer disciples. Zhao Chengang stood upright as the peak of the third rank aura spread out.
To be able to rank within the top ten among the outer disciples meant that they had their own skills. Zhao Feng was shocked when he sensed the familiar person in the group of seven. It was a beautiful figure dressed in white.
"Brother Feng," Zhao Xue said as she looked at Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng nodded in response.
"Little Xue! Its alright. Brother Yijian told me to hit Zhao Feng and make him unable to achieve good results, ” said Zhao Chengang, who was ranked first of the group, as he walked towards Zhao Xue.
"You ..." Zhao Xue was going to say something, but stopped herself from doing it. He did not know why he did not want Zhao Feng to achieve a good result …
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Tournament starts.
"Thirteen vs sixty-five!"
"Fourty-eight vs three hundred and fifty-five!"
"One hundred and seventy-nine vs twenty-four!"
The jury's voice was heard in each group.
The first few rounds ended quickly. The judges were all from sects and had rich experience. For unilateral matches, judges can always quickly make the right decision.
For example, Zhao Chengang defeated his opponent in one hit.
"One hundred and eighty-eight vs twenty-four!" It was Zhao Feng's turn.
_Team! _ Her body quickly landed on the stage.
Twenty-four was a youth with second rank cultivation. His eyes showed fear when he realized that Zhao Feng was ranked third.
"Butting Palm Wind!" The slightly fat youth gritted his teeth and attacked with all his might. The skills he used were at the intermediate rank, and used speed to try and win.
"Flaming Metal Fists!" Zhao Feng casually waved his fist.
As he used his fist skill, the expression of the judge at the seventh stage changed. This was because Zhao Feng used a core rank martial arts skill!
_Paul! _
When they exchanged blows, the slightly fat young man was sent flying.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!" said the judge. Since Zhao Feng's opponent wasn't strong, he didn't receive much attention.
"Hmph! This kid was extremely arrogant, using a core ranked martial art! " the students below giggled.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number sixty-six!" Soon, it was time for Zhao Feng to ascend again.
There is a rule in each group: once one loses a total of ten games, one is eliminated. The match would not stop until there were only ten people left.
But, if one could win twenty consecutive matches, it would automatically be promoted to the second round.
Zhao Feng's second match was against a horse-faced young man who had cultivation at the peak of the second rank.
"Flaming Metal Fist!" Zhao Feng didn't even think as he hit the opponent's vital parts.
_Paul! _
The horse-faced young man grimaced as he fell face down on the ground.
"He used a core ranked martial art again!" The Zhao sect disciples looked on with disdain.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!"
This was already Zhao Feng's second victory. However, for the next two matches, Zhao Feng still used a core ranked martial art.
Four wins in a row!
"This boy is too arrogant! Did he think he was invincible by using a core ranked martial art? ”
"Hmph! His opponent is not even strong! Once he faced someone of the same rank, it would not be that easy! " the students below giggled.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight vs number forty-seven!" Finally, on the fifth round, Zhao Feng's opponent was someone of the third rank, who was also ranked in the top five in his group.
"Zhao Kui! Defeat the boy! ” someone yelling. Many were already dissatisfied with Zhao Feng.
"Son, this is as far as you can." Zhao Kui's muscular body stood at the front. His immense strength was arranged within his muscles. He usually just has to stand there and the second-ranked will concede defeat due to the pressure.
There was a total of around sixty people who had reached the third rank among the outer disciples. Therefore, the third rank was considered strong in the group.
"Use all your skills," Zhao Feng faintly smiled, he did not place a normal third rank in his eyes.
"Hahaha .. if you have the guts, continue to use that core rank martial art!" Zhao Kui laughed and, like a lion, pounced towards Zhao Feng.
"The Lion King's anger!" Zhao Kui condensed all his strength into his body.
Most of the top third rankers would not even face him.
“Hehe, not bad! See if you can block my movements, Flaming Metal Fist! "
Zhao Feng was actually still using core level martial arts!
Flaming Metal Fist again? The students who were watching almost fainted.
_hu! _
A loud thud rang out from the seventh stage and screams soon followed.
_explosion!_
_What!? _ The crowd below stared at this scene.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins!" Even the judge felt it was unbelievable. He again won with a core ranked martial art!
Five wins in a row!
It slapped the faces of the disciples on purpose.
"Core rank martial arts ... how is this possible …?" Zhao Kui walked off the stage, his face green.
After defeating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng's match became even easier.
Five wins .. six wins .. seven wins in a row! All those below the third rank admitted defeat when they saw it. The only other person with the same record as him in group seven was Zhao Chengang.
"It seems like this kid has trained a core rank martial art to the peak level, no wonder it is so powerful. Hehe wait until you meet me, then I will let you have a taste of high-level martial arts skills …
"Zhao Chengang laughed coldly.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang had been known as the 'Duo Eagles' of the seventh stage, as the two of them had yet to lose a single match.
Seven wins ... eight wins .. nine wins .. ten wins in a row!
“Who do you think is stronger? Zhao Feng or Zhao Chengang? "
"i think Zhao Chengang is a little stronger, but Zhao Feng is also not weak, he is a dark horse."
They have two people of the same complexion, unlike other groups where there is only one dominant figure. For example, all the opponents Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian faced conceded.
Zhao Yijian's strength was too strong. Every step he took could kill his opponent. Only group seven has ‘Duo Eagles’. Many were excited and looking forward to the clash between Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang.
In Zhao Fengs twelfth match, he met a familiar person. It was Zhao Xue!
This was an awkward opponent for him. "Little Xue, admit defeat," Zhao Feng said calmly.
Zhao Xue had just made it to the top of the second rank, she was definitely not her opponent. Even Zhao Yijian, who was in group two, looked up to see what was going on.
“Aqu defeat? Never was!" Zhao Xue bit her lips as her expression became stubborn. He would never allow himself to admit defeat in front of Zhao Feng.
When they were in Green Leaf Village, Zhao Xue had loved Zhao Feng, thinking he was the most talented young man there. However, after entering Sun Feather City he realized that Green Leaf Village was very small in comparison …
Being a weak young lady, she could not adapt to the cruel new environment, so she made the difficult decision of – to ascend to the third ranked Zhao Yijian. Zhao Xue would never allow herself to admit defeat to her first love that she had thrown away.
"Good!" Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.
"Floating Wind Hands!" Zhao Xue was like the wind that fused into that palm and headed straight for Zhao Fengs head. Floating Wind Hand was a martial arts skill at the peak of the middle rank and was suitable for women as it used gentleness to break the violence.
In terms of rank martial arts skills, Floating Wind Hands were the same as Angry Dragon Fists, but it could withstand the latter from using its full potential, and even resisting Flaming Metal Fists, as well.
"Flaming Metal Fist!" Zhao Feng did not move and simply threw a fist.
_Well! _
Fist and palm are intertwined.
Suddenly Zhao Xue groaned and started to fall.
_Da! _
Zhao Feng gently sighed and tried to help Zhao Xue stabilize. After all ... they grew up together and she couldn't bear to see him get hurt.
"Let's Wind Pointing!" As Zhao Feng held onto Zhao Xue, the latter's eyes lit up coldly and his jade-like fingers sliced through Zhao Feng's chest.
This scene caused many disciples to shout in fear. At such a close distance, Zhao Feng could not dodge at all.
"Hmmm!" Zhao Feng's expression turned furious and his body suddenly exploded with force, sending Zhao Xue flying.
_Sclap!_
Zhao Xue shouted and spat out a mouthful of blood as she landed on the ground.
"Number one hundred and eighty-eight wins,"
said the judge as he looked at Zhao Xue with disdain. It was clear Zhao Xue's actions were not pleasing to him.
"Xuer!" Zhao Yijian came running.
Zhao Feng coldly walked down the stage. He had never thought that Zhao Xue would attack him under such conditions.
"Son .. We'll meet later! I'll give you a shameful experience personally!
" Zhao Yijian said coldly.
"I'll wait." Zhao Feng turned around and left without bothering to look at Zhao Xue.
He then heard Zhao Xue say in the background, "Brother Jian you should take revenge for me …"
After defeating Zhao Xue, Zhao Feng had won twelve matches.
Twelve wins .. thirteen wins .. fourteen wins in a row! Zhao Fengs record continued to increase.
His core boxing skill wiped out everyone who was opposite to him on the seventh stage. Only Zhao Chengang at the seventh stage still had the same record as him.
"There are still six games left until I can enter the next round."
In the fifteenth round, Zhao Feng met Zhao Chengang who was ranked first in the group. The Eagles duo were now facing each other! The atmosphere on the seventh stage has reached *******!
"They've finally met each other!" The disciples of the seventh stage let out deep breaths as they grew more excited. Even some contestants from the other stages looked to the seventh stage in anticipation of the fight.
The judge from the seventh stage let out a smile.
"Son, I've finally met you. If you have the skill, then continue to use your core rank fist skill. " Zhao Chengang licked his lips as his eyes showed a playful tone.
In terms of strength, Zhao Chengang was ranked top ten among the outer disciples and had learned a high ranked martial art, three ranks higher than the core ranked martial arts.
"Why not? I will continue to use my core rank boxing skill, ”Zhao Feng agreed calmly.
Whaaat! He would still use a core rank fist skill? The crowd all inhaled a cold breath.
"Did this kid take the wrong medicine?"
“Too arrogant! Did he think that, just by using his core ranked fist skill alone, he could defeat the entire group? ”
"Remain ... still using the core rank boxing skill?" The judge's face twitched. Even from the judge's point of view, he thought that Zhao Feng was too arrogant!
His opponent's smile, Zhao Chengang froze, it seemed like he was slapped …
