The Left-Eyed Celestial Emperor

Chapter 21 – Maximum Level

Clearly, Zhao Feng's words caused anger. Especially in the seventh group, almost all of them hated Zhao Feng.

“Hmph! This guy is too arrogant. ”

“Zhao Chengang! Drop her! ”

The disturbance caused others to look around.

“Core ranked martial arts? That's kind of interesting. ” A quiet girl smiles as she looks at it attractively. He was Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth among the inner disciples.

Being an inner disciple, Zhao Qin did not need to follow the preliminary round. With his cultivation, he could defeat everyone present. Even when compared to Zhao Yue, their difference was simply too great.

“Good…. Alright…. Alrighty! I will see ...... how powerful your core ranked martial arts are! ” Zhao Chengang's face is deadly. The opponent's appearance slapped his face!

Flowing Wind Fist! Zhao Chengang suppressed his anger and used a high-level Flowing Wind Fist skill.

These boxing skills use strength and speed to defeat the opponent. His attack was like a raging storm.

Zhao Chengang's strength was within the expectations of the crowd. His strength approached Quasi Martial Artist and did not disappoint. However, most of them were more focused on Zhao Feng. Facing a seventh rank outer disciple, was he still using a core rank martial art?

Zhao Feng used his actions to prove what he said.

Fire Metal Boxing! That simple punch emitted a red light.

It was a core martial art again!

“This is Flaming Metal Fist again!”

“He still uses core ranked martial arts?” Sect disciple Zhao was shocked. Many of them thought Zhao Feng was just joking, and he wouldn't do it.

However, in reality, he was even crazier than expected!

“Nak, fall!” Zhao Chengang's eyes looked like they could spew fire as both of his fists struck Zhao Feng. The power contained within his fist made many Zhao sect disciples shout.

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

“Lumayan, Flowing Wind Boxing has reached a low level, obviously he has been training hard!” Even some of the older generations nodded their heads.

Peh!

The two figures clashed together, fist against fist.

“Down!” Zhao Chengang pushed his Flowing Wind Fist to the maximum. If he used a high-level martial art and could not defeat Zhao Feng in two or three moves, then how could he enter among the ten outer disciples?

“Open!” Zhao Feng was calm. His fists looked lively and easily blocked Zhao Chengang's fists.

The explosion!

The burns on Zhao Chengang's fist made his fist 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 thought that he could take Zhao Feng down in one hit, but in reality, he was casually blocked by a core ranked martial art!

“What's going on!” The Zhao sect disciples around stopped.

“I can't believe ..... it was an accident! It was unintentionally about the weakness of my movement. ” Zhao Chengang howled as he pounced again towards using the Flowing Wind Fist.

Whah!

Once again Zhao Chengang was pushed back. Although the first two moves were balanced, Zhao Chengang was restricted.

“This is truly a core martial arts skill ...... how does he do that?”

“How can core ranked martial arts excel when facing high ranked martial arts?”

Sect disciple Zhao was confused.

One step…. Two gestures…. Three movements… ..

Each time, Zhao Chengang was pushed back.

When two people of the same rank fought, it was normal to have one side in the upper hand. However, using a core ranked martial art when fighting against a high ranked martial art was unheard of.

What the hell is going on?

Zhao Chengang went crazy as he used all his strength.

Many looked towards the judges and the old generation of the sect.

“Zhao Fengs conscience and battle skills far surpassed Zhao Chengang.” The judge said uncertainly. The analysis does not satisfy people.

“Hehe, this boy has trained his core ranking skills to ‘level max’.” An old voice sounded from the crowd. It was an old man who had a white beard. That's the main jury of this contest.

Maximum level?

Some judges quickly nodded their heads. Everyone knew that the higher the skill level, the more damage was dealt. However, this is not all happening!

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

Usually, the levels are: Beginner, low, high, and peak levels.

Normally, someone who trained martial arts to the peak level was already extremely rare. However, a peak level does not mean that it is the limit. Above the peak level is the maximum level!

The maximum level means that the skill has been trained at least ninety-nine percent of its full potential. Can say it's ‘perfect’.

“Although there seems to be a small difference between the max level and the peak level, the distance is huge! The difference was even greater than the difference between low level and high level! ” The main judge smiled thinly.

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

After all, a high ranked martial arts skill was three levels higher than a core ranked martial arts skill, and Zhao Chengang had trained a high ranked martial art to a low level.

“You're right! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art could barely fight on par with a low level high ranked martial art. But as you can see, Zhao Fengs body strength, reaction speed, battle awareness, etc all far exceeded Zhao Chengang. ”

The grand jury praised. Through his explanation, the crowd now understood completely.

Right at this moment, the battle at the seventh stage was changing.

“Zhao Feng start attacking now!”

“Yes God! How fast is speed! ”

Peh! Whah! Beng… ..

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

His speed, his strength, all attacked the opponent's weakness. Zhao Chengang, who was in a frenzied state, immediately fumbled and was hit by one of Zhao Feng's punches.

Pah—

Zhao Chengang let out a scream as his shoulder was pulled out of his socket.

Victory number one hundred and eighty-eight! The seventh judge said with a sigh.

A hua!

The seventh group became in an uproar.

“Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang by using only core rank martial arts!”

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

Zhao Feng won his fifteenth match. This means he is now the strongest in group seven.

At this moment Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were all looking around.

“Level maximum? As the martial artist held a lecture, I felt all the movements of the Fire Metal Fist disappear from my mind. ” Zhao Feng understands.

When he returned from the lecture he felt that his core ranked martial arts had reached the peak, where he could fight quasi martial artists. And Zhao Chengang's strength had just reached a pseudo-martial artist.

“Not bad. It seems like the outer disciple has a dark horse. ” The main jury is smiling.

“Core ranked martial arts…. Even though he has trained him to the maximum level, he will still lose against my son Zhao Yijian. After all, core rank martial arts were only core rank! ” A middle-aged man smiles thinly.

Oh? The chief 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 was limited…. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of time and effort to train him to the maximum level, which meant that he would not have much time left to train other skills… .. Very unfortunate. ” As the main judge spoke here, he shook his head.

“Hmph! The maximum level of a core ranked martial art? ” Zhao Yijian looked at Zhao Feng mockingly. In his eyes, core rank martial arts were trash.

The white-clothed girl looked at Zhao Feng in shock, “Brother Yijian, you must defeat him.”

“Xueer, it's okay. I only need at most three to ten steps! But I won't let him get away with it that easily, I will also humiliate him. ” Zhao Yijian said confidently. His voice was so loud that many people present heard him.

Right now, Zhao Fengs eyes landed on top of them.

Their four eyes meet. While Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold, Zhao Feng smiled faintly.

“Number one hundred eighty eight vs number two hundred thirty three!”

The group contest continues.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chengang, he no longer had an opponent that matched him at the seventh stage.

Sixteen wins… .. Seventeen wins… .. Eighteen wins ……

Most people Zhao Feng met admitted defeat. And those who had the courage to fight, they finished in one fist.

“Too embarrassing to lose against core ranked martial arts!”

Sect disciple Zhao looked at Zhao Feng like he was suffering from an illness.

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!