Chapter 21 The Realm of Perfection

As soon as Zhao Feng said this, it immediately caused an uproar.

Especially the children of the Zhao clan in the seventh group, almost collectively hated Zhao Feng.

"No reason! This guy is too arrogant!"

"Zhao Chengang, beat him down!"

The movement on this side made the family members of the other groups look at them one after another.

"Basic martial arts? It's interesting."

In the crowd watching the battle, a quiet girl with a beautiful blue moon, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, clearly showed a hint of interest.

The person who spoke was "Zhao Qin" who ranked fourth among the inner children.

As an inner child, Zhao Qin does not need to participate in the qualifiers, and her cultivation realm is enough to be proud of all the family children in the field, even Zhao Yue, who is ranked first in the outer layer, is one level behind her.

"Good! Basic martial arts... I want to experience it!"

Zhao Chengang's complexion was suddenly blue and white, and his eyes were gloomy to the extreme.

The performance of the other party was a blatant insult and disregard for the first place in his group.

"Flowing Wind Fist!"

The anger under Zhao Chengang's gloomy face erupted with the punch that was as fast as wind and thunder.

As soon as Fang made a move, he used the advanced martial art "Flowing Wind Fist".

This set of boxing techniques uses speed and momentum to overwhelm people. The master of the boxing technique sweeps the autumn leaves and leaves, and the offensive is like a violent storm.

The power of Zhao Chengang's moves was completely in everyone's expectations, his strength was close to that of a quasi-martial artist, and he lived up to the prestige of being the first in the group and the seventh in the outer layer.

However, most people are paying attention to Zhao Feng.

Facing the seventh outer layer and the first group's formidable opponent, will Zhao Feng still use basic boxing techniques?

Zhao Feng was calm and calm, and he explained everything with his actions.

"Yan Gang Fist!"

The simple and unpretentious punch, as if whistling with a ball of flame, interprets the infinite passion of life, wishful and complete, as if in heaven.

It's basic boxing again!

In the Tianwu Arena, the eyes of many Zhao clan disciples were attracted by Zhao Feng's actions.

"It's Yan Gang Fist again!"

"He still uses basic boxing?"

Some of the Zhao clan disciples were stunned and full of astonishment.

Many people thought that Zhao Feng was just talking about it, but he didn't dare to care so much.

And the real situation is even crazier than they imagined!

"Boy, arrogant enough, lay down for me—"

Zhao Chengang's eyes could almost spew fire, his fists were like a meteor storm, and the momentum was thunderous, causing the nearby air to faintly suffocate.

The power of that punch made many disciples of the Zhao clan on the field shout and applaud.

"Ordinary martial arts triple, I'm afraid I can't take this punch."

"Yes, "Liu Feng Quan" Xiaocheng, a little bit of the essence!"

Even some family elders nodded.

bang bang bang-

The two figures approached in the blink of an eye, fists and fists slammed together.

"Get down on my knees!"

Zhao Chengang was about to split his eyes, and devoted his life to bringing "Flowing Wind Fist" to the limit.

He is using advanced martial arts. If he can't take down Zhao Feng with three or two moves, how can he stand in the top ten of the outer layer?

"open!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were calm and calm. His boxing technique, like spirituality, was like a fiery flame burning in the sky, intercepting Zhao Chengang's fist at a delicate moment.

Boom!

Zhao Chengang was shocked,

A strong and explosive breath made his fists almost numb, and his body was out of control, and he took two steps back.

As for his opponent, Zhao Feng, his figure only flickered slightly.

"……how can that be!"

Zhao Chengang looked horrified and unbelievable.

The punch that he thought could knock Zhao Feng down was actually repelled by the opponent's understatement.

"what happened!"

The children of the Zhao clan near the No. 7 competition platform were all stunned.

"I don't believe it... It must have been a coincidence just now! That kid made a mistake and hit the weak point of my move."

Zhao Chengang roared furiously, and once again urged "Liufeng Fist" to rush towards Zhao Feng frantically.

"Yangang Fourth Form!"

Zhao Feng was calm and indifferent, still using basic boxing techniques.

Bang bang!

The two confronted again, and under the head-to-head, Zhao Chengang's figure was shaken back again.

Although there was no winner or loser in the two face-to-face confrontations, Zhao Chengang was faintly suppressed by a few points.

"It's really basic boxing... how did he do it?"

Some of the children watching the battle were stunned and at a loss.

"How can basic boxing techniques be able to match advanced martial arts and still have the upper hand?"

Many Zhao clan disciples were puzzled.

One move...two moves...three moves...

Seeing that Zhao Chengang was repelled by Zhao Feng again and again.

The two are of the same rank, and they have advantages and disadvantages to each other, which is normal.

However, the situation of using basic boxing techniques to suppress advanced martial arts is really appalling.

what is the problem?

Zhao Chengang's face was almost crazy, and he exhausted his hysterical attacks.

As a result, many people's eyes turned to the referee, as well as some family elders on the viewing platform.

"Zhao Feng's fighting awareness and actual combat skills are far superior to Zhao Chengang, and his mentality is calm enough."

A referee was somewhat uncertain.

His analysis is obviously not satisfactory.

"Haha, this kid actually cultivated a set of basic boxing techniques to the 'perfect' state."

An old voice came from the center of the viewing platform.

The speaker was an old man with a white beard, who was the "chief referee" of this qualifier, with very old qualifications.

Perfection?

Some referees nodded and immediately came over in a trance.

As we all know, the higher the level of martial arts, the greater the power.

But this is not absolute!

Martial arts are divided into high and low, but different people practice and have different levels of fire.

For example, one person has cultivated the low-level martial arts to the highest level, while another person has just started the advanced martial arts. In this way, those who practice high-level martial arts are not opponents who practice low-level martial arts.

Generally, the martial arts that increase the power are divided into four realms: Beginning, Small, Dacheng, and Peak.

Among them, the peak realm has 90% of the heat.

It is very rare for ordinary people to cultivate martial arts to the peak state.

However, the peak state does not mean the highest.

On top of this, there is a higher realm of "consummation".

The so-called consummation means that its heat is at least 90% or more, and it even tends to be perfect and flawless.

"The perfection realm and the peak realm seem to have very little difference, but the former is to cultivate a set of exercises to the point of perfection and return to the original, and even break away from the shackles of the martial arts moves themselves. Therefore, the gap between the perfection realm and the peak realm, It's even bigger than the gap between Xiaocheng and Dacheng!"

The referee smiled.

"But even so, Zhao Feng should only be tied with Zhao Chengang."

There is a martial artist next to him, who still doesn't understand.

After all, advanced martial arts are three grades higher than basic martial arts. Zhao Chengang has also cultivated advanced martial arts to the realm of small achievement.

"That's right! The basic boxing technique of the Perfection Realm can barely tie with the advanced martial arts of the Xiaocheng Realm. But you can also see that Zhao Feng's qi and blood strength, reaction ability, psychological quality, fighting consciousness and other aspects, They are better than Zhao Chengang, and they are indeed capable materials."

The referee said with a little admiration.

After his explanation, everyone finally came to a realization.

At this moment, the battle situation on the No. 7 competition platform changed.

"Zhao Feng is starting to fight back!"

"Oh my God! What a fast speed!"

Many eyes were attracted by the No. 7 competition platform.

boom! Snapped! bang...

Seeing that Zhao Feng changed from defense to attack, his boxing attack was like a wild and unrestrained way, as if surpassing the limitations of "Yan Gang Quan" itself.

His offensive, speed, power, etc., are impeccable, and always hit the mark.

Zhao Chengang, who was in a rage at first, was in a hurry and lost his mind, and he punched Zhao Feng.

bang bang-

Zhao Chengang was punched in the shoulder, the whole person screamed, his joints dislocated, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely.

"Number 188, Zhao Feng wins!"

The referee of the No. 7 competition platform exhaled a long breath, and there was still suspicion in his eyes.

Whoa!

There was a sensation among the Zhao disciples of the seventh group.

"Zhao Feng actually defeated Zhao Chengang, using basic boxing techniques!"

"I can't believe it! Zhao Chengang is number one in the group..."

Zhao Feng was in awe, completely defeated Zhao Chengang and won fifteen consecutive victories.

This also means that he became the first person in the seventh group.

Such a halo of victory made him the focus of attention of the outer disciples for the first time.

At this moment, the top ranked Zhao Yue, the top three Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Gan, all looked sideways at Zhao Feng.

"Consummation Realm? When the instructor gave a lecture last time, I felt that Yan Gangquan's move comprehension completely disappeared from my mind... Probably this is the reason."

Zhao Feng understood in his heart.

Since he came back from that class, he felt that his basic boxing skills had reached a new level, and he was estimated to be able to match the quasi-martial artist.

And Zhao Chengang's strength is only barely close to a quasi-warrior.

"Yes, among the outer disciples, a dark horse was killed."

The referee smiled slightly.

"Basic boxing, it is really unexpected to cultivate to the perfect state. But...I met my son 'Zhao Yijian', and only suffered a disastrous defeat. Basic martial arts, after all, are only the foundation!

A middle-aged warrior beside him smiled lightly.

"Oh?"

There was a hint of interest on the referee's face, looking at the middle-aged warrior who spoke.

The other party is Zhao Yijian's father.

The middle-aged warrior did not answer with a smile, his eyes fell on Zhao Yijian of the second group, looking very confident.

"That's right, the potential of basic martial arts is limited after all. Zhao Feng must have spent a lot of energy to cultivate basic martial arts to the perfect state, and he has no time to practice other high-level martial arts... It's a pity."

When the referee finally said, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Humph! Perfect state? Basic martial arts?"

Zhao Yijian of Team No. 2 was mocking.

In his eyes, basic martial arts are not worth mentioning at all, even if they cultivate to the perfect state.

The girl in the snow robe beside her, looked at Zhao Feng who was a blockbuster at the moment, her bright eyes dimmed, she bit her lip slightly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jian, you must defeat him."

"Xue'er, don't worry, defeat him, at least three moves, as many as ten moves! However, I don't want to take him so cheaply, I must humiliate him."

Zhao Yijian said confidently.

His voice was so loud that many people on the field heard it.

At this time, Zhao Feng's eyes just fell on this side.

The two looked at each other, Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold and his face was gloomy.

Zhao Feng's face was calm, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Number 188 vs Number 233!"

The group stage is still going on.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chenfeng, there was no opponent on the seventh competition stage.

Sixteen straight victories...seventeen victories...eighteen straight victories...

Most of the opponents who met Zhao Feng were to admit defeat.

"It's too embarrassing to lose in basic boxing!"

The children of the Zhao clan in the seventh group regard Zhao Feng as the god of plague and keep them away.

Eighteen straight victories...nineteen straight victories...Twenty straight victories!

Finally, Zhao Feng won 20 games in a row, left the group stage directly, and successfully advanced!