The referee said with a smile.

"But even so, Zhao Feng should only be able to draw with Zhao Chengang."

There was a warrior next to him who still didn't understand.

After all, advanced martial arts are three levels higher than basic martial arts, and Zhao Chengang has also practiced advanced martial arts to a minor level.

"That's right! The basic boxing skills of the Perfect Realm can barely compete with the advanced martial arts of the Xiaocheng Realm. But you can also see to some extent that Zhao Feng's Qi and blood strength, reaction ability, psychological quality, combat awareness, etc.

They are all better than Zhao Chengang, and he is indeed a material that can be built."

The referee said with slight admiration.

After his explanation, everyone finally understood.

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

"Zhao Feng started to fight back!"

"Oh my god! It's so fast!"

Many eyes were attracted to Competition Stage No. 7.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

It was then that Zhao Feng changed from defense to attack, and his boxing attack was like a horse flying in the air, seemingly transcending the limitations of the "Yangang Fist" itself.

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

Zhao Chengang, who was originally furious, suddenly became confused and was punched by Zhao Feng.

Bang bang——

Zhao Chengang was punched on the shoulder, and he screamed, his joints were dislocated, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely.

"No. 188, Zhao Fengsheng!"

The referee on the No. 7 competition stage took a long breath, with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

Wow!

There was a sensation among the Zhao clan disciples in Group No. 7.

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

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

In awe, Zhao Feng completely defeated Zhao Chengang and won 15 consecutive victories.

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

Such an aura of victory made him the focus of attention among the outer disciples for the first time.

At this moment, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Qian and others in the top three all looked sideways at Zhao Feng.

"Perfect state? The last time the instructor gave a lecture, I felt that the understanding of Yan Gang Fist's moves had completely disappeared from my mind... This is probably the reason."

Zhao Feng understood in his heart.

Since returning from that class, he felt that his basic boxing skills had reached a new level, and he could probably rival a would-be martial artist.

However, Zhao Chengang's strength was barely close to that of a quasi-martial artist.

"Yes, among the outer disciples, a dark horse has emerged."

The referee smiled slightly.

"After practicing basic boxing to a perfect state, it was really unexpected. But... when I met my son 'Zhao Yijian', I was defeated miserably. Basic martial arts is just the foundation after all!

A middle-aged warrior next to him smiled calmly.

"oh?"

The chief referee showed a hint of interest on his face and looked at the middle-aged warrior who spoke.

The other party is Zhao Yijian's father.

The middle-aged warrior smiled and did not answer, his eyes fell on Zhao Yijian of Team No. 2, 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 cultivating basic boxing skills to a perfect state and has no time to practice other high-level martial arts... It's a pity."

The referee couldn't help but shook his head when he finished speaking.

"Hmph! Perfect state? Basic martial arts?"

Zhao Yijian from Team 2 had a sarcastic look on his face.

In his eyes, basic martial arts is not worth mentioning at all, even if you practice it to a perfect state.

The snow-robed girl next to her looked at Zhao Feng, who was making a sensation at this moment. Her bright eyes dimmed, she bit her lip slightly and whispered: "Brother Jian, you must defeat him."

"Xue'er, don't worry. Defeat him with as little as three moves or as many as ten moves! However, I don't want to take advantage of him so easily. I will definitely humiliate him when the time comes."

Zhao Yijian said confidently.

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

At this moment, Zhao Feng's eyes happened to fall here.

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

Zhao Feng looked calm, half smiling but not smiling.

"No. 188 vs. No. 233!"

The group stage is still going on.

Since Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Chenfeng, he has no opponent on the No. 7 competition stage.

Sixteen consecutive wins…Seventeen consecutive wins…Eighteen consecutive wins…

Most of the opponents who met Zhao Feng would admit defeat. Even if they fought, they would be defeated with one basic punch.

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

The children of the Zhao clan in Group No. 7 regard Zhao Feng as the God of Plague and stay away from him.

Eighteen consecutive wins...Nineteen consecutive wins...Twenty consecutive wins!
Chapter completed!