The Left-Eyed Celestial Emperor

Chapter 22 – Birth of a Black Horse

Hu!

Zhao Feng sighed as he sat down.

Zhao Feng was the dark horse that appeared in the group contest. Using only his core ranked martial arts, he had defeated everyone in his path.

Even Zhao Chengang, who was ranked seventh among the outer disciples, had lost.

“I want to know how the development of other groups.” Zhao Fengs eyes observed the other group. The allowance was divided into ten different groups, with each group having a mix of strong and weak disciples.

Other than Zhao Feng, there were many others who won twenty matches in a row, so they could also directly advance to the next round. The fastest among them was Zhao Yijian of the second group.

Zhao Yijian's sword was extremely fast, before his opponent reacted, the sword had already reached their throat. In terms of speed to enter the next round, Zhao Yijian was even faster than Zhao Yue.

“Among the outer disciples, only the top three, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, were able to threaten me.”

Zhao Yue's age was a little higher, seventeen years old, and her muscular body looked extremely large.

Fist Wind Upside down! One of the disciples of the third rank punched Zhao Yue, but the latter did not even move.

What's up!?

The student began to sweat.

What defense!

Zhao Feng was a little surprised. The full attack of the third rank could not even injure Zhao Yue a little. Zhao Yue must have been trained in a high rank body strengthening skill to allow his defense to surpass the damage dealt by the same rank.

At least Zhao Feng could not take a punch from a third rank cultivator with just his body.

If Zhao Yijian was said to be fast and explosive, then Zhao Yue was the opposite. He was slow and his defense was impenetrable.

Zhao Yufei used gentleness to defeat the violence. He casually waved his hand and defeated his opponent. Every movement seemed flawless. She was wearing a purple robe and her beauty was incredible. Those who watched him had a refreshing feeling.

“Who is he? To have the strength of a pseudo martial artist at such a young age. ” Even some inner disciples were attracted by Zhao Yufei.

“She is beautiful and talented at the same time. When a person like him enters the inner disciple, we will not even have a chance. ”

“He's too young. Two more years and she could probably be compared to the prettiest girl in Sun Feather City, Qiu Mengyu. ”

…….

To a certain point, more people were focusing on him than Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, the first and second. This was mainly due to her beauty and talent.

Soon the ten groups each had one person winning twenty games in a row. The first group was Zhao Yue, the second group Zhao Yijian, the third group Zhao Yufei, the fourth group Zhao Gan, the fifth group Zhao Guang ……

They were all ranked among the top ten outer disciples.

However, there was one unexpected person from the group of seven. Zhao Feng was a dark horse that rushed out and took Zhao Chengang's place.

Other than these ten people, not many had won twenty matches in a row.

The group contest continues until there are ten people left in each group. Using the time of one day, there were now a total of a hundred disciples left. These hundred people were the elites of the outer disciples.

The second day a hundred people once again met at Sky Martial Field.

After resting for one night, Zhao Feng felt extremely energetic. He discovered that this match had helped to increase his cultivation to a certain extent.

“Today we will enter the second preliminary round! You are all elites of the outer disciples, but today, half of you will be eliminated, leaving fifty of you to enter the final tournament! Here's the rule ..... ”A sound is heard all over the field.

One hundred contestants held their breaths as they listened to the rules.

Ranking is done by earning points, everyone starts with one point and each match they win will increase their points one by one, with each defeat one point will be deducted.

Finally, the fifty people with the most points would fight against the inner disciple.

“Start!” The judge's voice sounded.

“Number one hundred and forty-four vs number twenty-six! ‘

“Number seventy-three vs number four hundred twenty-nine!”

The ten different stages all have ongoing matches.

Many will admit defeat if they see their opponents as too strong. For example Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, their opponents admitted defeat once they saw them. They prefer to save energy for the next round.

“Number one hundred eighty eight vs number one hundred sixty nine!”

It was Zhao Feng's turn. His opponent was the black-faced young man of the second rank.

I admit defeat! The black-faced young man saw that it was Zhao Feng so he immediately gave up.

Zhao Feng was a little stunned.

The black-faced young man was in the same group as Zhao Feng during the first round, but they never exchanged blows.

Like this, Zhao Feng earned his first point and his tally rose to two.

Soon Zhao Feng met his second opponent. This time her opponent was a girl of the second rank.

“I know your strength is strong but I won't admit defeat.” The plain-clothed girl bit her teeth.

Facing this type of weak woman, some people would let her win on purpose.

Fire Metal Boxing!

A simple punch once again came and dropped the girl six meters back. One step, quick and simple!

Zhao Feng did not want to waste time because his opponent was too weak and would not help him develop.

I'm lost! The girl was disappointed when she left.

“Hmph! Oppressing weak girls, what's cool about that? ”

“Wait until I continue, I will take revenge for sister Xin!”

Zhao Fengs actions caused some youths to look at him with disdain.

Victory number one hundred and eighty-eight! The magistrate looked in full praise towards Zhao Feng.

“I give up!”

I admit defeat!

Fire Metal Boxing!

Most of Zhao Feng's opponents gave up, but those who didn't immediately lost.

“The strength of this child may have reached the rank of pseudo-martial artist.”

The more the match went on, the more people began to understand its strength.

Zhao Feng did not forget to pay attention to Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian.

At one time, in the third stage.

“Quick! Lookie! This was Zhao Yijian vs Zhao Gan! ”

Zhao Feng turned around to see the two had already exchanged blows.

The second and fourth strongest outer disciples battle easily gained the attention of the crowd. These two people were both ranked in the top five and originally their strength did not have much of a difference.

The tenth change from a poisonous snake! Zhao Gan shouted as he spun and spun on the ground like a snake. He was so agile that he managed to dodge Zhao Yijian's sword so many times.

Zhao Feng was slightly moved because Zhao Gan's strength had improved greatly since their meeting last month. He had also trained the Thirteen Change Poisonous Snakes to the tenth change, meaning that he now possessed the strength of a pseudo-martial artist.

Zhao Gan's strength was on par with Xin Fei of the Sky Cloud Forest.

“Although you have improved greatly, you will still lose to me like you used to.” Zhao Yijian as he increased his speed once again.

“This is a high level skill Ice Flowing Sword! This is a very difficult skill to train! ” Someone call.

Zhao Yijian's sword became even faster.

Zhao Gan was initially able to dodge, but as time went on he became increasingly unable to dodge. Soon some slash marks appeared on Zhao Gan's body.

“Zhao Yijian wins!” The judges stopped the fight because they wanted Zhao Gan to proceed to the next round as well without getting too hurt.

At this moment, Zhao Gan's back was filled with cold sweat as he looked on in disbelief at Zhao Yijian, “How did you do this ...?”

Zhao Yijian used less than ten moves to defeat Zhao Gan.

Zhao Yijian's strength was extremely strong! One of the Zhao sect disciples exclaimed.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Gan had argued before, but at that moment the fight lasted a long time, with them exchanging over a hundred blows, but now he only needed ten!

“Zhao Yijian's strength could probably be compared to Zhao Yue now.” Some guess.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue. One skill is to attack while the other is to defend.

What would happen if the two met?

Many are waiting for the clash… ..

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue are the two best choices for the title of “strongest outer disciple”.

Zhao Yufei did not lose either.

Zhao Fengs face remained calm as he looked at it. He has now won forty-four games in a row. But at this moment he was met with a powerful opponent. It was a fifth rank outer disciple, Zhao Guang!

Zhao Guang also had over forty points and the only match he defeated was against Zhao Yue.

“Hehe, Son! Your punch ends here! ” Zhao Guang laughs happily.

Many looked arrogantly towards Zhao Feng.

Fifth rank Zhao Guang was the strongest opponent he had faced so far.

“Your strength barely goes into the rank of pseudo martial artists.” Zhao Feng said calmly.

“Betulkah? Then I will feel what skills you have other than core ranked martial arts. ” Zhao Guang's eyes sparkle.

Shua!

As soon as he finished his words, he moved to Zhao Feng's side.

What speed!

“Zhao Guang and Zhao Yufei are both famous for their footwork.”

Zhao Guang's speed caused a lot of praise from the crowd.

Speed contest? Zhao Feng looked at Zhao Guang mockingly.

Shua!

When Zhao Guang's palm was about to hit Zhao Feng, his target disappeared from under his eyes! It was as if his palm was splitting Zhao Feng into the air.

“Not good... ..” Thought Zhao Guang.

A hua!

The disciples below stared at the scene. Many who reacted quickly looked behind Zhao Guang.

Fist the Angry Dragon!

Zhao Guang only felt something coming to his back.

Whah!

Zhao Guang instinctively tried to block the blow, and managed to do so, but then she felt a raging force overwhelm her.

Blast–

Zhao Guang felt a few meters back and almost fell down.

What skills did he learn in order for his speed to become so fast! Zhao Guang's heart rippled in shock.