With one move, the gap between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang was immediately revealed.

Zhao Guang finally managed to stabilize his body, panicking, breathing rapidly and in disbelief.

Zhao Feng smiled calmly and did not take advantage of the situation to attack. He had absolute confidence in the speed competition. Even some fourth-level martial arts practitioners might not be able to beat him.

For a time, the battle between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became the focus of the ten competition stages.

After a brief commotion in the arena, it gradually subsided.

"His speed is faster than Zhao Guang!"

The top three, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei, were both shocked.

"What a mysterious light body technique!"

On the viewing platform, some middle- and high-level elders in the clan were also slightly surprised.

"His movement looks a bit familiar."

The referee murmured to himself.

"What he practices is "Piao Lingdu"! There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!"

While watching the battle in Taichung, a warrior took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complicated expression.

It turned out that this family warrior had also practiced the "Piao Ling Du" light body technique.

However, "Piao Ling Du" was too difficult and it was only a fragment, so he gave up after practicing for a year or two. His level was far inferior to that of Zhao Feng at the moment.

"It turns out to be "Piao Ling Du"!"

Some of the clan elders on the viewing platform couldn't help but realize.

"To be able to practice "Piao Ling Du" to such a high level, his understanding is really good, but it's a pity..."

While marveling, some elders shook their heads with regret.

Although the level of "Piao Ling Du" is high, at least comparable to top-level martial arts, it is a fragment after all and has limited future potential.

"Zhao Feng takes action!"

There was another low cry from the audience.

Zhao Feng was seen taking the initiative to attack, his figure was like a floating leaf, and his speed was astonishing.

Zhao Guang tried his best, but was unable to dodge Zhao Feng's attack and could only barely meet it.

The fifth form of the angry dragon!

Zhao Feng performs the "Raging Dragon Fist", which is well-known among intermediate martial arts and is recognized by many people.

Bang! Bang! Poof...

Zhao Feng's energy and blood surged like a long river, as if he had transformed into an angry dragon. His punches were accompanied by a low roar, and his momentum was astonishing.

Zhao Guang felt deeply depressed. The opponent's vitality and explosive power made it difficult for him to breathe.

Every time he received a punch, he took a step back, even shaking his internal organs.

He was completely suppressed by Zhao Feng and was unable to resist.

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng definitely beat him. In terms of martial arts power, Zhao Feng also slightly beat him.

Wow!

When he connected with the eighth punch, Zhao Guang spit out a mouthful of blood and immediately gave up.

Zhao Guang, who ranked among the top five, failed to make ten moves and was defeated on the spot.

Many people in the audience were stunned.

Although he knew that Zhao Feng was strong enough to challenge the top five, the real result was far more shocking than expected.

Zhao Feng's performance was not even inferior to the top three ranked Zhao Yue and others.

"This boy's understanding is astonishing. Not only has he perfected the basic boxing skills, he has also perfected the "Raging Dragon Fist" to its peak level."

"With the intermediate martial arts at the peak level, even without practicing "Piao Lingdu", his strength is slightly better than Zhao Guang."

The elders and high-ranking officials of the clan on the viewing platform were very knowledgeable and were surprised and impressed by Zhao Feng's performance.

On the Tianwu Field, there are ten competition stages, and the competition is still going on.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, his momentum was close to that of Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.

At this point in the competition, only four people have maintained a perfect winning record: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

Suddenly, these four people became the "top four" in Tianwu Field and were extremely popular.

"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!"

Amidst a loud and hot sound, Zhao Feng stepped onto the competition stage again and again.

Every time he takes the stage, his opponents will most likely admit defeat or resolve them in two or three attempts.

During this period, Zhao Feng also met Zhao Kun.

"I surrender!"

Zhao Kun gritted his teeth and wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Feng's strength and popularity exceed those of his brother Zhao Qian, so how can he dare to show his face?

The "top four" maintain a perfect winning record and advance together.

Many people are looking forward to the confrontation between the "top four".

Finally, during the 60th consecutive victory, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, and Zhao Yijian, who ranked second, met fiercely.

Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!

Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!

…

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and many people were crazy and excited.

Outside the top four, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei also showed interest.

"Zhao Yue! After our defeat half a year ago, we finally met."

Zhao Yijian took a deep breath, his eyes filled with strong fighting spirit and confidence.

Outside the family, Zhao Yue is very low-key. He practices hard on weekdays, but he has the most stable foundation of strength and has always been the number one person.

"Let's take action. Let's see which one is better, your "Lengliu Sword" or my "Iron Gang Body"."

Zhao Yue's voice is steady and sonorous. He is tall and strong, and can hold Zhao Yijian steady.

Clang!

Zhao Yijian's sword was unsheathed, and the cold sharp light streaked through the void, forming a cold current of uncertain brightness and darkness, which was shockingly fast and heart-piercingly cold.

As soon as "Cold Current Sword" came out, the air seemed to condense, and even the spectators felt an inexplicable chill.

"Iron Palm!"

Zhao Yue's body was like a mountain, and his palms were like steel. When he punched out, the air was dull and whistling, as if he was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Ding bang!

In the electric light and stone fire, the swords and palms clashed, making a harsh bang, shaking the eardrums of Qi and blood.

The two of them clashed for a moment, Zhao Yijian's figure swayed, he took two steps back, then turned around, and the sword edge stabbed Zhao Yue's lower body even more dangerously.

"Of these two people, one is steady and solid, the other is eccentric."

Zhao Feng watched silently.

There is no doubt that the strength of Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian can surpass that of ordinary quasi-warriors.

Without cultivating the inner strength of martial arts, Zhao Feng had no confidence in breaking through Zhao Yue's defense, let alone resisting Zhao Yijian's terrifying attack with his physical fists.

Ding ding bang bang...

The confrontation between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian became intense.

Zhao Yijian drew his sword faster and faster, and the passing icy cold current intersected with the sword light and enveloped Zhao Yue's whole body.

Zhao Yue was slow and steady, breathing calmly, and blocked Zhao Yijian's attacks one by one.

This is him. He practices the advanced body-refining martial art "Iron Gang Shen", and his physical defense is very strong. If he were at the third level of ordinary martial arts, he would not be able to block the opponent's sword at all.

"Zhao Yue has a solid foundation, long Qi pulse, and is good at defense. If Zhao Yijian cannot win with half a cup of tea, then there will be no suspense about victory or defeat."

The referee said calmly.

"Haha, half a cup of tea? It won't take that long."

The middle-aged warrior next to him, Zhao Yijian's father, smiled confidently.

"oh?"

The chief referee and others looked slightly moved.
To be continued...