Zhao Feng smiled indifferently, he didn't pay attention to the ordinary third level martial arts.

"Hahaha... if you have the ability, then use basic boxing techniques."

Zhao Kui gave a long laugh and looked like a lion, carrying a heavy wind and pounced on Zhao Feng.

"The Lion King is angry!"

The energy and blood all over Zhao Kui's body condensed and exploded, blending into the weight of his body, creating a terrifying impact on Zhao Feng.

Even a strong man at the third level of martial arts would not dare to collide head-on with such a powerful force.

"Haha, not bad! Take my move - Yan Gang Fist!"

Zhao Feng's figure flashed, and he actually took the initiative to meet Zhao Kui, and even moved his body below him.

Is it Yan Gang Fist again?

Some of the kids in the audience almost fainted.

call!

Zhao Feng punched out, as if accompanied by a ball of fierce flames, it collided fiercely with Zhao Kui's body.

Poof——

A dull and heavy sound exploded on the No. 7 competition platform.

Immediately, a howl came.

Bang pit!

Zhao Kui's body, as tall as a tiger, lay on the ground with several of his teeth broken.

What!

All the kids in the audience were shocked.

"No. 188, Zhao Feng wins!"

The referee warriors were a bit unbelievable when they gave their verdicts.

It’s basic boxing again!

Five consecutive wins!

This undoubtedly slapped some family members hard in the face.

"Basic boxing skills...how is this possible..."

Zhao Kui walked off the stage with a livid face.

After defeating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng's next competition became even easier.

Five consecutive wins...six consecutive wins...seven consecutive wins...

Later, some opponents who were below the third level of martial arts simply gave up after seeing him.

On Arena No. 7, the only one with the same winning streak is "Zhao Chengang" who ranks first in the group.

"It turns out that this kid has practiced basic boxing to the peak level. No wonder he is so powerful. This must be the result of specializing in basic boxing. Hum, when you meet me, I will let you taste the power of advanced martial arts..."

Zhao Chengang sneered secretly.

So far, Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang, who can be called the "two heroes" of the No. 7 competition stage, have maintained a winning streak.

Seven consecutive wins…eight consecutive wins…nine consecutive wins…ten consecutive wins…

"Which one of you is more powerful, Zhao Feng or Zhao Chengang?"

"Zhao Chengang should have a better chance of winning, but Zhao Feng is not weak either. He is obviously a dark horse."

The family members near the competition stage were talking a lot.

Like other groups, there is one strongest person who is invincible all the way.

For example, Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian were superior in strength to the entire group, and most of their opponents along the way abstained.

Especially Zhao Yijian's display of strength was so terrifying that he could kill someone with just one strike, and his opponents basically gave up.

Only in Group 7, there is a situation of "two heroes advancing together".

Many people in the audience were looking forward to the encounter between Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang.

In Zhao Feng's twelfth game, he met an acquaintance.

That is Zhao Xue!

This is an awkward opponent.

"Xiaoxue, give up."

Zhao Feng looked calm.

Zhao Xue just barely reached the second level peak and could never be his opponent.

At this time, even Zhao Yijian at the No. 2 competition stage was watching the situation here.

"Admit defeat? I won't!"

Zhao Xue bit her silver teeth, and a hint of stubbornness appeared on her pretty and pretty face.

She couldn't allow herself to admit defeat to Zhao Feng like this.

In the beginning, when she was in Qingye Town, Zhao Xue had always admired and admired Zhao Feng, thinking that he was the most outstanding young man in the town.

However, after entering the Zhao clan in Yuyang City, she realized that Qingye Town was so small...

As a weak woman, in an unfamiliar and cruel environment, she resolutely made a choice and climbed up to Zhao Yijian, who ranked among the top three in the outer class.

Although Zhao Feng never accepted her, Zhao Xue refused to admit defeat to her original choice.

"All right!"

Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Wind Hands!"

Zhao Xuejiao scolded, her slender figure was like a wisp of breeze, blending into the continuous palm, pointing directly at Zhao Feng's temple.

"Flowing Wind Hands" is a set of intermediate and peak martial arts, suitable for women to practice, and is good at using softness to overcome strength.

In terms of skill level, "Piao Feng Shou" is equivalent to Zhao Feng's "Wrathful Dragon Fist", but it can restrain the latter, and it can also restrain the fierce style of "Yangang Fist".

"Yangang Fist!"

Zhao Feng remained unmoved, and struck out with a simple and basic punch, slowly and quickly.

Bang bang!

One punch and one palm, overlapped together.

Immediately, Zhao Xue snorted, her body was unstable, and she was about to fall down.

well!

Zhao Feng sighed softly and stretched out his hand to support Zhao Xue.

After all... the other party was a child of the same race who grew up together, and he couldn't bear it to some extent.

"Point the wind finger!"

Unexpectedly, the moment Zhao Xue was supported by him, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her jade finger drew a sharp thorn, pointing directly at Zhao Feng's chest.

The sudden change in this scene made many family members on the scene shout in surprise.

The referee warrior was also stunned.

At such a close distance, Zhao Feng reached out to support Zhao Xue and was almost unable to dodge.

"snort!"

A trace of anger appeared on Zhao Feng's face, and a strong energy and blood emerged from his body. His arms and body shook, sending Zhao Xue flying away.

thump!

Zhao Xue screamed, vomited out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the competition arena, fell to pieces, and groaned.

"No. 188 Zhao Fengsheng."

The referee warrior gave an indifferent verdict and at the same time glanced at Zhao Xue with disdain.

Obviously, Zhao Xue's performance just now even made the referee feel ashamed.

"Snow!"

Zhao Yijian, who was on stage No. 2, exclaimed and flew over.

Zhao Feng walked down the competition stage with an indifferent expression. He never expected that Zhao Xue would attack him under such circumstances.

"Boy... let's see! When you meet me, you will know what shame is."

There was a sinister and cold light in Zhao Yijian's eyes.

"I'm looking forward to it too."
To be continued...