Zhao Wente's words were obviously mocking the Hongxing Gang and the Tiger Head Gang. Moreover, the two bosses were sitting not far away. Their expressions were slightly awkward, but they didn't say anything. Although it was slightly offensive, Zhao Wente did have the right to be arrogant. Moreover, this was the Zhao family's territory.
"Good, Wente. I didn't raise you for nothing."
Master Zhao's expression was gratified, but he was even more proud of himself. He paused for a while and shouted, "Ignorant kid, hurry up and fight. Let's make the rules clear. Whoever falls off the stage first will be the loser!"
I didn't hesitate anymore and quickly walked onto the stage. This guy used to be my inner demon. Half a month ago, the power of his move gave me an unprecedented blow. I almost couldn't recover from it. However, I understood that I had to climb back up from where I fell. Today, I had to overcome my inner demon.
Zhao Wente squinted his eyes and looked at me. It was as though the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Suddenly, he moved. His body moved as if he was flying. In a breath's time, he crossed five to six meters and threw another punch.
Actually, I had the ability to dodge, but I didn't do so. I instantly entered the zone. The condensed Qi-Jin in my Dantian surged into my fist. This move was the essence of Bajiquan. Normally, only experts at the late stage of Ming Jing would have such luck. During this period of time, I had put in an unimaginable amount of effort. With the help of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, I had improved by leaps and bounds. I was no longer the weak young man from before.
"Peng." A dull sound spread out.
Although Zhao Wente didn't use his full strength, his sharp move was accompanied by a destructive power. It made my body tremble slightly. Fortunately, the Marrow Cleansing Pill had further strengthened my physique. Otherwise, I would have suffered internal injuries.
As expected of an expert at the early stage of Ming Jing. Every move he made had the demeanor of a master. On the other hand, I was only at the early stage of Ming Jing. There was a huge realm difference between us. It was already extremely difficult to challenge someone of a higher realm, let alone such a huge gap.
It was no wonder that no one thought highly of me. Although I didn't gain the upper hand in this initial confrontation, Zhao Wente took two steps back. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "Yo, kid, you've improved a little."
Not only him, even the group of people below the stage were slightly surprised. The people behind me had already moved out of the way, afraid that I would fly out and hit them. In the end, after one exchange, I was still unscathed. This made them feel rather awkward.
"Ahem, don't be anxious. The genius from the Zhao Clan has only used 50% of his strength."
"Tsk, how can he use 50%? 30% is already thinking highly of him."
In my estimation, Zhao Wente should have used about 70% of his strength, but these people overestimated him. In fact, it was not surprising. He was a real master of Covert Power. Even a master at the middle stage of Clear-strength could be beaten to a pulp by him. I was afraid that only a master at the late stage of Clear-strength could withstand a few moves from him. I was only at the early stage of Clear-strength. It could be said that I had completed the impossible test.
But this was far from enough. My goal was to defeat him!
Zhao Wente had looked down on me before, but now he restrained himself. His body swept and attacked again. His speed was even faster than before. He was like a cheetah baring its fangs and claws. No matter if it was speed or destructive power, they had reached the extreme.
I didn't want to be outdone, so I cleverly dealt with him. I had already memorized the first part of Bajiquan. Every move had been thoroughly digested by me. As for the second half of the fist intent, I also had my own conclusions and conjectures. Now that I was fighting with Zhao Wente, although I was unprecedentedly nervous, I was also extremely focused. I analyzed his every move. From the surface, it seemed that I was always on the defensive, but in reality, I had merged into a subtle state. In my mind, I could even guess what Zhao Wente's next move would be like. Moreover, every time he attacked, my conjectures were confirmed. This sense of foresight and control was simply too amazing for words.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen moves had passed. Zhao Wente couldn't do anything to me anymore. The expressions of the surrounding people were very weird.
"Am I looking at a fake genius from the Zhao Clan?"
"What the f * ck. Is this a tie?!"
"Bullsh * t. Didn't you see that Zhuang Feng is like a turtle hiding in its shell?"
"But … didn't Old Master Zhao say that he would defeat Zhuang Feng within ten moves?"
There were many people from the Tiger Head Gang and Hongxing Gang who had been ridiculed just now. They took the opportunity to set the pace, making Old Master Zhao feel embarrassed. "Interesting.
I'd like to see how long you can last. "
Zhao Wente looked fanatical. He was an out-and-out martial arts addict. Although there were many temptations in the outside world, it couldn't affect his dedicated cultivation. This was also the main reason why Zhao Wente was outstanding.
"Take this!"
Zhao Wente raised his hand, and an extremely overbearing Qi strength condensed in his palm. The biggest advantage of a master of Covert Power was that he could turn Qi strength invisible. Moreover, the stability of Dantian had far surpassed that of a master of Clear-strength Stage.
"Zhao's Iron Palm!" There was a cry of surprise.
This was the special skill of the Zhao Clan. He didn't intend to show it before. However, after a few moves, Zhao Wente found that he couldn't crush me. At most, he had the upper hand, so he was a little anxious.
After all, he had just made a big statement and was clearly slapped in the face. This Zhao Clan's Iron Palm was not an ordinary martial art. It was a secret manual that was accidentally created by Old Master Zhao. After many years of improvement, it could basically be considered a mid-level martial art. Of course, the disciples who could grasp the essence of it were very few.
Zhao Wente was one of them. Every time he made a palm strike, there was a strong wind surging. The murderous aura that came to my face locked onto each of my escape routes. The biggest feature of Eight Extremes Fist was that it would become stronger when facing strong opponents. In the past, I couldn't resist in front of him. But now, I had an imposing manner, as if Eight Extremes Fist was a martial art tailor-made for me.
At this point, I couldn't continue to defend. Otherwise, I would lose in a very ugly way.
I took a deep breath and truly cleared my mind. At this moment, in my eyes, there was only the thought of defeating him. I was like a madman, fiercely attacking. Even I didn't know that there were many hidden dangers in the seemingly crazy moves. But I suddenly understood that the more careful I was, the more I couldn't understand the essence of Eight Extremes Fist.
Fist intent was even more so. When I showed an imposing manner that wasn't any weaker than his, I entered my own realm and directly ignored the gap between our realms.
"This is Fist Intent!"
Among the group of people present, only Ying Sha and Old Master Zhao could see some clues. Their expressions were extremely strange, and they couldn't even hide their shock. As the saying goes, the layman just watches for fun, while the expert sees the artistry. Fist intent was such a profound thing that only the masters of Clear-strength Stage and above could feel it.