Zhao Han showed a hint of ferocity on his face, and he frantically activated more powerful martial arts energy to rush towards Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng in his sight was like an iron wall, unmoving.

No matter how hard he attacked, Zhao Feng could not break through the iron wall and his strength was astonishing, knocking him back time and time again.

"What a strong physique. With this level of defense, I'm afraid he can rank first in the inner tier."

The descendants of the Zhao clan present were almost stunned.

The second move...the third move...the fourth move...

Every time Zhao Feng catches a move, he will make a sound prompt, which puts great pressure on Zhao Han.

That's right.

So far in the competition, he has been passively defensive and has not attacked.

"Oh my god, is he really planning to ask Zhao Han to do ten moves?"

"That's right, it's already been five moves, but he didn't take the initiative."

There was a commotion in the audience.

On the pedestal seat, Zhao Yijian, who was ranked twelfth, looked pale: "How could this happen... Has his strength ever been raised to this level? A chance encounter? Why not me!"

"Not only did he not die, he also encountered something..."

Zhao Tianjian, who was on the viewing platform, looked livid and almost exploded with anger.

He hired someone to assassinate Zhao Feng but failed. Instead, he made the other party advance rapidly. He really failed to steal the chicken but pecked the rice instead.

"The defense is like an iron wall. It is so powerful that even the inner strength of martial arts can resist it. He has at least practiced the "Iron Wall Technique" to the fourth level."

Zhao Yufei's pretty face was full of shock, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

Even if you tell your grandfather this fact, he probably won't believe it.

You must know that the "Iron Wall Technique" practiced by Zhao Feng was obtained from her. Zhao Yufei knows the power of this martial arts and the difficulty of its training best.

The fifth move... the sixth move... the seventh move...

Zhao Han's attacks became more and more crazy.

In the end, his eyes were in chaos, bloody, and his lips were bitten.

However.

The repeated attacks caused his jaws to crack and blood to flow out. Not only did Zhao Feng not be hurt, but he himself was seriously injured.

"The ninth move...the tenth move—" Zhao Feng's voice suddenly became louder: "Zhao Han! The tenth move has passed! Your combat power is getting worse and worse, which is disappointing."

His voice was like a nightmare, shocking Zhao Han physically and mentally.

Ten moves have passed!

Zhao Feng is not just talking nonsense.

If I say I’ll give you ten moves, I’ll give you ten moves.

no sooner said than done!

This situation shocked many of the Zhao clan's descendants and family elders present.

It can be expected that after ten moves, Zhao Feng will never passively defend.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

A ball of cyan aura shot out from the palm of Zhao Feng's palm, like an ethereal flame, roaring like a long dragon, strange and uncertain.

What he was performing was the "Angry Dragon Fist", an "Angry Dragon Fist" that almost surpassed the perfect state!

Up to now, Zhao Feng's "Wrathful Dragon Fist" is vaguely trying to break through the original style of boxing and incorporate the agility and elegance of "Lingdu Qi Jue".

Pop--

That elegant punch hit the flaw in Zhao Han's body. The moment it hit the target, it erupted with a fierce force like the roar of an angry dragon.

Wow!

Zhao Han spit out a mouthful of blood, fell back, and his arm was almost broken off.

But at this moment, he completely lost his mind and launched a counterattack with a roar.

But the more this happens, the more flaws he has.

In Zhao Feng's eyes, the opponent was like a child wielding a stick, without any lethality.

When Zhao Han was at his peak, Zhao Feng believed that his strength should be equal to that of the second ranked Zhao Feng, or even slightly better by two points. Now that he has lost his mind, he is no longer a threat.

"I don't believe it, defeat me——"

After being defeated with every move, Zhao Han became more and more crazy. He just used martial arts inner strength arrogantly without any technical content.

Soon, Zhao Feng dodged Zhao Han's blow and took advantage of the gap to hit him in the abdomen with a kick.

Bang!

Zhao Han's body flew more than ten meters in the air and fell to the ground.

I do not believe!

Zhao Han's face was ferocious as he struggled to get up and wanted to fight back.

"The referee hasn't ruled him a loser yet!"

Zhao Feng frowned and reminded.

"ah!"

The referee then "awoke" and announced loudly: "Zhao Han, the challenge failed! The challenged party, Zhao Feng, took the third place."

Third place?

Zhao Feng pursed his lips into a smile.
Chapter completed!