The Left-Eyed Celestial Emperor

Chapter 24 – Most Top Outdoor Pupils (1)

Facing Zhao Yijian's humiliation, Zhao Feng only smiled faintly. Although Zhao Yijian was strong, he had an arrogant attitude. It means there is no point in talking to him. Only by your actions can you prove what you want to say.

Although Zhao Feng did not respond, his attitude was like a needle in Zhao Yijian's eyes.

The audience was a little surprised. Zhao Yijian was already very arrogant, but Zhao Feng's ‘silence’ did more than what words could say.

“Son, if you don't talk now, you won't be able to talk later.” Zhao Yijian said deeply.

Jiang!

His sword flashed in front of Zhao Feng.

Zhao Yijian started with the Cold Flowing Sword. Although he was extremely arrogant, he knew that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi martial artist so he had to work full time.

Zhao Feng felt a chill coming from the sword.

Ssssss!

The sword missed Zhao Feng's half-inch shoulder.

“A very high technique! I can only see the picture after! ”

If he only had the strength of a pseudo martial artist, then he would definitely not be able to deal with a high-level Cold Flowing Sword.

Zhao Feng did not think that his defense would exceed Zhao Yue's.

Yawl!

As light as a leaf, Zhao Feng withdrew from Zhao Yijian.

In terms of offense, Zhao Feng was no match for Zhao Yijian, unless he learned a high-level body strengthening technique like Zhao Yue.

“Where do you run!” Zhao Yijian quickly jumped up and used the Cold Flowing Sword in the air.

No matter how hard Zhao Feng tried to dodge, the cold continued to follow him.

“No wonder this is a high level martial art!” Zhao Feng thought, he knew that even though his Angry Dragon Fist had reached the peak level, it was no match for Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword.

Explosion Flying Cold Ice!

Zhao Yijian's steps suddenly changed. The sword was pointing towards Zhao Feng's landing spot.

No fine!

Zhao Feng was in the air and once he landed, he would not be able to dodge Zhao Yijian's area attack.

“What a Cold Flowing Sword! He could already use an area attack while still below the fourth rank! ”

“It looks like the battle has been decided!” The older generation, who watched, praised.

“Down!” Zhao Yijian's Ice Cold Flying Explosion sent a chaotic explosion to the bottom of Zhao Feng's body.

Lightly Floating Wave! Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he condensed all of his blood, allowing him to jump in the air.

Teng!

His body left a gravitational pull as it leaped over Zhao Yijian's killing move.

How is this possible?

Zhao Yijian stood in a daze as he saw Zhao Feng ‘leap’ his killing moves.

“What! Zhao Feng had trained the Lightly Floating Ferry to such a high level! ” The chief judge praised as he stroked his beard.

“Light Floating Wave! It was the ultimate move of Lightly Floating Ferry, how could he do this? ” The martial artist who had trained at Lightly Floating Ferry exclaimed as he stood up in shock.

Onstage.

Zhao Feng was running while Zhao Yijian tried to catch up. Immediately, Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword approached a high level, its damage and speed increasing rapidly.

Zhao Feng was not bad either. His Lightly Floating Ferry boat made him as light as a feather and although it seemed like he could only dodge the sword, the sword did not even touch it once. ”

Time passes slowly.

As Zhao Feng ran, he tried to find flaws in Zhao Yijian's skills so that he could retaliate.

However, he suddenly realized that he could not even get close to Zhao Yijian, or else he would face a killing move. His Enraged Dragon Fist could not even block one of Zhao Yijian's sword blows.

If he tried to block one, he would be injured.

“Do I have to use ...” Zhao Feng took a breath as the inner strength in his body awakened, then disappeared.

Relying on the Hiding Air Technique, he hid his inner strength.

While being in the air, Zhao Feng suddenly put his energy into his left eye.

Peh! Peh!

When the left eye was activated, Zhao Feng went into super vision mode.

Although Zhao Yijian's sword was fast, it slowed down in his eyes.

He could even see where the forces in Zhao Yijian's body were gathering, and through that, Zhao Feng could predict where Zhao Yijian would attack next.

Teng! Teng… ..

Zhao Feng dodged all attacks easily.

Fist the Angry Dragon! At a certain point, Zhao Feng retaliated.

“Cold Wind of Ice!” Zhao Yijian did not dodge nor hold on. Instead his sword pointed towards Zhao Fengs throat.

Zhao Feng felt helpless because, although he could find a gap in Zhao Yijian's movements, he was unable to attack because he would not be able to dodge Zhao Yijian's sword.

The biggest difference between him and Zhao Yijian was the level of martial arts skills.

In order to defeat Zhao Yijian, he only had two options.

The first way is to buy time, stalling until the opponent is tired. Zhao Feng had full confidence that, with his left eye and inner strength, he could last longer than Zhao Yijian.

The second way was to use his inner strength and win by force!

Just as Zhao Feng thought.

“Judges, I think they are both geniuses and if it drags on and one of them gets hurt or dies, we will be punished by the sect.”

Normally, even if they were to come to a standstill, Zhao Yijian had a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning, but he had an unknown feeling that stalling was not a good idea.

“But. ” The chief judge was a bit hesitant because Zhao Tianjian's cultivation had reached the sixth rank and his status was not too low.

“Although they are not finished yet, can't you see who is superior?” Zhao Tianjian stared at ‘tahu’ towards the main judge. Obviously if this is done well, there will be a big reward… ..

“Good.” The chief judge said, “Number one hundred and eighty-eight, Zhao Feng, you are weaker, so if this drags out the judge has the right to make a decision.”

This nice?

Zhao Feng felt anger surging in his heart. The judge was clearly biased towards Zhao Yijian. Clearly, the judge could not openly say that Zhao Yijian won, but as a jury, they had the right to make a decision after a while. For example, a jury could make a decision if a match lasts too long.

The judge's decision caused a disturbance.

“Although Zhao Feng was under the wind, he did not lose at all.”

“Hmph, all he can do is run! He's just wasting our time! ”

The crowd discussed calmly.

Although some of the older generations felt that this was unfair, they were unwilling to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son just for a mere branch sect disciple.

“Good! I will not run away! ” Zhao Feng laughed bitterly as he stopped.

“Child! Take my sword! ” Zhao Yijian looked gratefully at his father.

Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly. At this point, some people, like Zhao Kun, had arrogant faces.

Zhao Xue looked at that familiar figure and sighed. He had complex feelings towards her, some sympathy, a little cold.

Ssss!

Just as Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword approached Zhao Feng, the latter did not move to dodge.

Fist the Angry Dragon! Zhao Feng put all his anger on this punch

Snob!

The elders shook their heads.

Ai. The chief judge also sighed.

“Ha ha ha! Is useless. Break!” Zhao Yijian laughed as he waved his glittering sword.

“Open!” Zhao Feng took a deep breath as he let out an extremely powerful aura.

Hu ~~~

A faint green light appeared on Zhao Feng's arms and fists. It looks beautiful in the sun.

Before the fist arrived, the wind had already hit Zhao Yijian's body.

Peh!

With Zhao Feng in the middle, the dust under the invisible force slowly floated upwards.

“What! That's…. ”

“ Him...” The chief judge stood up; his face was full of excitement.

No fine! Zhao Tianjian's expression turned ugly.

“What's going on!” Zhao Yijian felt an unknown pressure towards him, making him unable to even breathe. Even his sword speed was limited. In his eyes, Zhao Feng's fist was like a roaring dragon… ..

Damnit damnit! Kraaaak——

Zhao Yijian spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Clangs!

His sword split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

There was also an invisible force that walked through the sword and flowed into his body.

“Ah!”

Zhao Yijian groaned as he was thrown twenty meters back.

Hu ~

As Zhao Feng lowered his fist, the dust fell slowly back to the ground.

Not knowing how long it had passed, someone shouted, “Inner Strength of the Martial Path!”

Inner strength!

A faint green light shone all over Zhao Feng's body… ..