"Okay, according to the wishes of the two chief referees, Zhao Feng is allowed to participate in the martial arts competition."

The head of the family, Zhao Tiancang, glanced at Zhao Feng with some interest before making the final decision.

The two chief referees and the head of the family unanimously approved the decision, and there were no objections from the top family officials.

This huge reversal made Zhao Feng extremely pleasantly surprised. For the first time, he felt a sense of belonging to the Zhao clan where he lived.

Zhao Tianjian in the corner was shaking with anger.

Up to this moment, he still couldn't believe that Zhao Feng could come back "alive"...

"Grey Eagle's assassination plan failed."

Zhao Tianjian suddenly felt bad, but he couldn't accept this reality in his heart.

With Gray Eagle's strength and such a thorough assassination plan, how could it possibly fail?

"Zhao Feng!"

The presiding referee said solemnly: "You have received permission from the head of the family to participate in the general competition. Next, I want to explain some rules to you..."

"yes."

Zhao Feng listened carefully.

Regarding the rules of the finals, Zhao Feng also knows a rough idea.

In the martial arts competition, a challenge system is implemented.

In the first stage, the "Quota Challenge", the fifty outer-level disciples challenge the fifty inner-level disciples with fixed quotas. If they win, they will get the corresponding ranking and quota.

Each outer-level disciple only has three chances to challenge. If he fails three times, he will miss the inner level.

Therefore, every outer disciple must "weigh" his own strength before taking on a challenge and choose a weaker inner disciple.

"Zhao Feng, you were late for the competition and delayed the progress of the martial arts competition, so... you only have one chance in the quota challenge."

The referee's voice was stern.

Only one chance?

Zhao Feng's expression did not change at all, he nodded and said: "I understand."

With his first strength in the outer layer, no one doubts that he can break into the inner layer.

Unless Zhao Feng overestimates his ability and uses this "only one" challenge opportunity to challenge the top three ranked Zhao Linlong, Zhao Han and others.

Of course, Zhao Feng would not do such a stupid thing and directly challenge such a strong opponent.

"Next, you can choose someone to challenge. If you win, you can take the other person's place."

The referee reminded.

"good!"

Zhao Feng jumped up and came to the challenge stage, scanning the fifty people on the opposite stage.

Fifty people, sitting on fifty chairs, arranged in order.

The top row, from left to right, are Zhao Linlong, Zhao Feng, Zhao Han, Zhao Qin...

The ten people in the first row represent the top ten in the inner layer.

Next was the second row. In the seventeenth position, Zhao Feng saw Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei met his eyes and smiled slightly, with a hint of expectation.

The two are neighbors within the family, they often compete with each other and are relatively familiar with each other.

In addition, Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Qian, Zhao Guang, etc. are all listed in the fifth row, probably between forty and fifty.

Except for Zhao Feng, there were five people from the outer layer who entered the inner layer.

Who to challenge?

Zhao Feng had a smile on his face and glanced at the fifty Zhao clan disciples present.

Among them, Zhao Linlong, who ranked first, had his eyes completely closed, as if he was comprehending something, as if the entire championship had nothing to do with him.

People who rank higher don't have to worry at all.

However, some of the disciples at the bottom are a little worried.

After all, Zhao Feng is the number one person in the outer layer, and his cultivation has reached the fourth level of martial arts. With such strength, he can at least reach the top ten in the inner layer.

"Second row...sixth..."

Zhao Feng's eyes were fixed on a Zhao clan disciple on Zhao Yufei's right hand.

"The sixteenth one, 'Zhao Fei', please come out."

Preside over the referee's lane.

Zhao Fei is sixteen or seventeen years old, with a strong physique and muscles all over his body like copper and iron. Although he is at the peak of the third level of martial arts, his aura is almost the same as that of some fourth level warriors.

"Boy, don't think that you can defeat me easily if you advance to the fourth level of martial arts."

Zhao Fei is very experienced. When he stepped onto the challenge stage, he was calm and unflustered.

"Tsk, tsk, Zhao Fei is a powerful character in the outer level. He has reached the peak of the third level of "Heng Lian Iron Body" and once defeated two would-be warriors with his bare hands."

"When Zhao Feng meets him, it may not be so smooth."

Many of the kids in the audience looked slightly interested.

In terms of chances of winning, Zhao Feng is definitely better.

It's just that his opponent is very strong, so it may be difficult for him to win easily.

"Iron Palm!"

Zhao Fei only used a set of intermediate martial arts, which was superior to everyone's expectations.

Phew!

Zhao Fei struck out with a palm, and Qi and blood burst out from his palm, like red and hot iron sand. It was more powerful than some advanced martial arts.

Peak heat!

Zhao Feng looked slightly moved.

In the past, in the outer layer, he was the only one who cultivated the intermediate martial arts to the peak level, but here is the inner layer...

What's even more subtle is that Zhao Fei's "Iron Sand Palm" complements each other and can exert even more terrifying power.

Therefore, in terms of strength, the opponent's punch can definitely beat Zhao Yijian's "Lengliu Sword" at the great level.

"Zhao Fei's strength is no longer weaker than that of a half-step warrior."

Some of the inner-level disciples secretly nodded in praise.

Yan Gangquan!

Zhao Feng slowly punched out.

This time he used basic boxing techniques.

Not only that, he just threw a simple punch without adding any internal martial arts strength.

This sight surprised many people present.

Using basic boxing techniques, Zhao Feng would lose to his opponent in terms of martial arts level.

If he does not use his inner strength in martial arts, then his greatest advantage as a warrior will be gone.

"What a good boy, how dare you trust me!"

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Fei's eyes, he took a deep breath and pushed "Heng Lian Iron Body" and "Iron Sand Palm" to the limit.

Originally, he had no intention of defeating Zhao Feng, he just wanted to pass a few casual moves.

However, since the other party is so trusting...

On the competition stage, two figures approached quickly, and their fists and palms shook together hard.

"Break it for me——"

The ferocity on Zhao Fei's face was clearly revealed.

However, the reality is cruel.

"Bang bang!"

The moment the fist hit hard, he felt a huge force, almost brutal, numbing his entire arm.

ah!

Zhao Fei screamed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He felt that Zhao Feng's whole body was as hard as an iron wall, as stable as Mount Tai, and as strong as a bull.

Bang——

Before Zhao Fei understood what was going on, he was knocked out by a huge force and couldn't get up for a long time.
To be continued...