call!

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to rest under the competition platform. The many Zhao clan disciples around him looked at him with obvious fear and fear.

In the group stage, Zhao Feng was like a dark horse, rising up strongly. With a set of basic boxing skills, he galloped around without any opponent.

Even Zhao Chengang, who ranked seventh among the outer disciples, lost to him.

After winning twenty games in a row, Zhao Feng was out of the group stage and no longer needed to compete.

"I wonder what the situation is like in other groups."

Zhao Feng glanced at some other groups.

In the preliminaries, the entire field was divided into ten groups, and each group had top-notch outer-level disciples.

Except for Zhao Feng, there are also people in other groups who have won twenty games in a row and escaped from the group stage.

Among them, the fastest one is Zhao Yijian in the second group.

Zhao Yijian's sword draw was so fast that his eyes could only catch a cold flash of sword light. Before his opponent could react, the tip of the sword was pressed against his throat.

In terms of promotion speed, Zhao Yijian is faster than Zhao Yue, who ranks first.

"In the outer martial arts competition, only the top three Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, and Zhao Yufei can pose a threat to me."

Zhao Feng observed calmly.

Zhao Yue, ranked first, is older, seventeen years old, well-developed, physically stronger, and has a deeper foundation than everyone else.

"Backwind Fist!"

A disciple of the third level of martial arts hit Zhao Yue with one punch, but the latter's body was as tall as a mountain and his skin was as hard as iron, and he was unscathed.

What!

The Zhao clan disciple, who was at the third level of martial arts, looked pale, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

What a strong defense!

Zhao Feng's heart was slightly shaken.

The full blow from the third level of martial arts did not hurt Zhao Yue at all.

It is conceivable that Zhao Yue must have practiced defensive martial arts to strengthen his body, making his defense and resistance far higher than those of the same level.

At least, under normal circumstances, Zhao Feng could not use his body to withstand the triple martial arts attack without being injured.

If Zhao Yijian is characterized by his speed and powerful attacks, then Zhao Yue is just the opposite. He is very stable and is good at defense.

Following closely behind, Zhao Yufei, ranked third, is light and agile, pure and beautiful, with a combination of hard and soft skills. She often defeats the enemy in an understatement, and gives people a graceful and moving beauty.

She was dressed in purple, with slender eyelashes, skin like jade, and a graceful figure as graceful as a dream. She was so eye-catching on the competition stage.

Watching Zhao Yufei fight is a feast for the eyes.

"Who is she? She has the strength of a quasi-warrior at a young age."

Even some inner-level disciples were attracted by Zhao Yufei.

"She is really beautiful, has a good temperament, and is so talented. Even if such a beauty and genius enters the inner circle, she will be dazzling. I'm afraid she won't be able to share it with us."

"She is still young. In two years, she might be able to compete with the most beautiful woman in Yuyang City, 'Qiu Mengyu'."

…

To a certain extent, Zhao Yufei's attention even exceeds that of Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian, who ranked first and second.

This is mainly due to her beauty and talent.

After a while, one after another from the ten group matches, a leader emerged who had won twenty games in a row.

The first group is Zhao Yue, the second group is Zhao Yijian, the third group is Zhao Yufei, the fourth group is Zhao Gan, the fifth group is Zhao Guang...

These lists are almost in the outer top ten order.

However, the only discrepancy is in the seventh group.

Zhao Feng emerged as a dark horse, replacing Zhao Chengang's seventh place.

Except for these ten people, few people in the field have won twenty games in a row since then.

The group stage is still going on, and the top ten in each group will be selected based on the number of wins.

It only took one day to select one hundred people through the group stage competition.

These one hundred people are all elites among the outer disciples.

However, to participate in the family martial arts competition and compete with the inner-level children, the outer-level children can only choose the top fifty.

On the second day, one hundred promoted disciples gathered at Tianwu Field again.

After a night's rest, Zhao Feng was full of energy.

He found that through competitions on such occasions, his own cultivation had been improved to a certain extent.

"Today we will enter the second stage, the ranking competition! One hundred of you are all elites among the outer disciples, but in today's competition, half will be eliminated and fifty people will be selected to participate in the martial arts competition. Next are the rules of the competition

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The loud voice resounded throughout the Tianwu Field.

One hundred people participating in the ranking competition held their breath and listened carefully to the rules of the competition.

The ranking competition adopts a points system. Each player starts with 1 point. For each win, one point is added. For every loss, one point is deducted.

In the end, the ranking will be based on the number of points, and the top fifty will be selected to compete with the inner-level disciples.

"Game start!"

As soon as the host's voice fell, the referee began to announce the competition numbers on the ten competition stages.

"No. 144 vs. No. 26!"

"No. 73 vs. No. 429!"

Ten competition stages, regardless of group, compete at the same time.

In each competition stage, one round of competition ends and the next round begins immediately, which is extremely efficient.

Often when encountering stronger opponents, many people choose to abstain.

For example, for top disciples such as Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian whose strength is unshakable, their opponents simply give up, so they might as well save their energy for the next round of competition.

"No. 188 vs. No. 169!"

Finally it was Zhao Feng's turn.

His opponent was a black-faced boy at the second level of martial arts.

"I give up!"

When the black-faced boy saw that it was Zhao Feng, he shuddered and immediately gave up.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that this black-faced boy was in the seventh group with Zhao Feng during the preliminaries, but they didn't compete, but he had witnessed the whole process of Zhao Feng dominating the group with his basic boxing skills.

In this way, Zhao Feng was relaxed and comfortable, and got the first point in the ranking match. His points increased from 1 to 2.

The competition is very efficient. Even if there is a fight, the referee can still decide the outcome.

After a while, it was Zhao Feng's turn to play for the second time.

This time, his opponent was a fairly pretty girl in plain clothes, with only a second level of martial arts cultivation.

"You are very strong. I have seen your competition before, but I will never give in easily."

The girl in plain clothes bit her lip.

Faced with an opponent like this weak woman, most people would be soft-hearted and give in a little.

"Yangang Fist!"

The simple and basic boxing technique roared like a ball of fire, knocking the girl in plain clothes back five to six meters and falling to the ground.

Win with one move, neatly!

Zhao Feng didn't want to waste time. His opponent was too weak and would not be able to promote himself.

I lost!

The girl in plain clothes was a little disappointed and left sadly.

"Tch! What's the big deal about bullying a weak woman!"

"When I come on stage later, I will definitely avenge Xinmei!"

Zhao Feng's performance caused dissatisfaction among some teenagers.

"No. 188 wins!"

The referee glanced at Zhao Feng with slight admiration.

The next competition will proceed in an orderly manner.
To be continued...