Chapter 20 Basic Boxing

The moment that voice sounded, it indicated the official start of the family martial arts meeting.

The whole place was silent.

"The first round, the group stage! All the contestants are divided into ten groups and distributed to ten competition platforms. Now the grouping will begin..."

Under the arrangement of the family, many of the outer children were assigned to the competition stage one by one.

"No. 188, No. 7 Tournament Stage!"

Zhao Feng heard this voice and was assigned to the No. 7 competition platform.

The rules of the competition are that there are about fifty people in each competition stage, and the top ten are selected and promoted to the next round.

For example, the No. 7 competition platform where Zhao Feng was located had fifty-two people.

Zhao Feng's left eye glanced over the ten groups in the audience, and found that the family's allocation to each group was regular.

The most obvious point is that the top ten children in the outer layer are evenly divided into ten groups.

For example, the first place Zhao Yue was assigned to the first group.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yufei were assigned to the second and third groups...

Doing this will prevent overly powerful disciples from meeting too early.

"Each group has an even distribution of strengths and weaknesses, which can ensure the top ten in each group without too much luck."

Zhao Feng nodded secretly.

Next, Zhao Feng began to pay attention to some of the strong disciples in this group.

In the seventh group, the strongest is "Zhao Chengang", who is ranked seventh among the outer children.

Zhao Chengang was slender and straight, and the breath of the triple peak of martial arts made some nearby disciples daunted.

To be listed in the top ten outer disciples, there must be something special.

What surprised Zhao Feng the most was that in the seventh group, he also met an acquaintance.

It was a charming and beautiful snow-robed girl, whose figure seemed so familiar.

"Q."

Zhao Xue gave a strong smile and looked at Zhao Feng without saying much.

Zhao Feng just nodded in response.

"Xiaoxue! Don't worry, I was instructed by Brother Jian just now. I will definitely repair Zhao Feng. It's best to hurt him, and I won't be able to get a good ranking."

"Zhao Chengang", who ranked first in the group, walked up to Zhao Xue and smiled softly.

"you……"

Zhao Xue's eyes narrowed and she wanted to say something, but she stopped.

For some reason, she has an instinct in her heart, and she doesn't want to see Zhao Feng get a good ranking...

At this point, the game assignments for each group began.

"No. 13 vs. No. 65!"

"48 vs. 355!"

"Number 179 vs Number 24!"

...

In each group on the field, the announcement of the referee martial artist sounded.

In the first few rounds, the winners and losers were quickly decided.

The referees are all family warriors, with rich experience and sharp eyes, and can quickly give a judgment for the obvious difference between the pros and cons.

For example, "Zhao Chengang", the number one in this group, sent his opponent flying with one move, and there was no suspense at all.

"Number 188 vs Number 24!"

Finally, it was Zhao Feng's turn to appear.

Teng!

He jumped slightly and fell onto the stage.

No. 24 is a boy of the second level of martial arts, with a slightly fat body. When he discovered Zhao Feng's third level of martial arts, he immediately showed a trace of fear.

"Cut the wind palm!"

The slightly fat boy gritted his teeth, condensed the whole body's qi and blood, and rushed forward.

What he used was a kind of intermediate martial arts, based on the swift and violent momentum.

"Yan Gang Fist!"

Zhao Feng took it lightly and punched him.

At the moment when he punched, the referee on the No. 7 competition platform showed a hint of strangeness.

Because Zhao Feng is using a basic boxing technique!

boom!

The fists and palms staggered, the slightly fat boy groaned, and was kicked by Zhao Feng, and his body staggered, and he fell directly to the ground.

"No. 188 wins!"

The referee was slightly startled, and quickly gave a judgment.

In Zhao Feng's first game, he won so easily.

Because his opponent is not strong, it is not too noticeable.

"Humph! This kid really dares to be big, and he actually uses basic boxing techniques!"

Some of the children watching the game sneered.

"No. 188 vs. No. 66!

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

In the group stage, there is a rule that if you lose ten games in total, you will be eliminated, because in the group stage, only ten players are selected from each group.

If you can win 20 games in a row, you can immediately advance to the next round and leave the group stage.

Zhao Feng's second match was a horse-faced boy at the peak of the second level of martial arts.

"Yan Gang Fist!"

Zhao Feng's fist does not even need to think, like a swimming fish, shuttles through the deep sea coral, and accurately hits the opponent's key.

Bang!

The horse-faced boy grunted and was knocked to the ground by Zhao Feng.

"It's basic boxing again!"

Some of the family members on the field looked undisturbed.

The referee martial artist was slightly stunned and expressionless: "No. 188 wins!"

This is Zhao Feng's second victory.

His performance attracted the attention of some Zhao clan disciples.

However, in the next two matches, Zhao Feng won with basic boxing.

Four in a row!

"This kid is so arrogant. He thinks that with basic boxing skills, he can gallop invincible?"

"Humph! His opponents are not strong, and when they meet opponents of the same level, it will not be so easy!"

Some disciples in the audience scoffed at Zhao Feng's performance.

"Number 188 vs Number 47!"

Finally, in the fifth round, Zhao Feng's opponent, a disciple of the third level of martial arts, ranked in the top five in the group.

"Zhao Kui! Knock that kid down!"

Under the martial arts stage, someone shouted.

There were already many people below who were dissatisfied with Zhao Feng.

"Boy, that's it for now."

Zhao Kui's tall body stood in front of him, and the powerful qi and blood power in his body was condensed in the muscles of his limbs.

Just by standing in front of him, he can put a lot of pressure on other disciples of the second level of martial arts.

There are only more than 60 out-of-class disciples who participated in the third level of martial arts.

Therefore, every third-level martial arts disciple in this group is considered a strong person.

"Bring out your skills."

Zhao Feng smiled indifferently, the ordinary third-level martial arts, he did not take it seriously.

"Hahaha... If you have the ability, you can use basic boxing techniques."

Zhao Kui let out a long laugh, his body was like a lion, carrying a dull strong wind, and pounced on Zhao Feng.

"The Lion King is angry!"

Zhao Kui's whole body qi and blood, condensed and exploded, merged into the weight of his body, and formed a terrifying impact on Zhao Feng.

Even the martial arts triple peak powerhouse would not dare to collide with such a powerful force head-on.

"Hehe, not bad! Take me a move - Yan Gangquan!"

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

Yan Gangquan again?

Some of the children off the field almost fainted.

call!

Zhao Feng threw out a punch, as if accompanied by a fierce flame, colliding with Zhao Kui's body.

Ouch—

A dull sound exploded on the seventh competition platform.

Immediately, a cry came.

Bang pit!

Zhao Kui was as tall as a tiger, lying on the ground with several broken teeth.

what!

All the children in the field were shocked.

"Number 188, Zhao Feng wins!"

When the referee martial artist gave the verdict, it was a little inconceivable.

It's basic boxing again!

Five straight wins!

This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of some family children.

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

Zhao Kui walked off the stage with a livid face.

After defeating Zhao Kui, Zhao Feng's next test was easier.

Five straight victories...six straight victories...seven straight victories...

Later, some opponents below the third level of martial arts simply conceded defeat when they saw him.

On the No. 7 competition platform, the only one with the same winning streak was "Zhao Chengang" who ranked first in the group.

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

Zhao Chengang sneered to himself.

So far, Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang, who can be called the "double heroes" of the No. 7 competition platform, have maintained a record of winning streaks.

Seven straight victories...eight straight victories...nine straight victories...ten straight victories...

"You said Zhao Feng and Zhao Chengang, which one is more powerful."

"It should be that Zhao Chengang has a better chance of winning, but Zhao Feng is not weak. He is obviously a dark horse."

The children of the family near the competition platform 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, their strength is disdain for the entire group, and most of their opponents abstain from voting.

In particular, Zhao Yijian, whose strength was too terrifying, could injure people's lives at every turn, and his opponents basically abstained.

Only the No. 7 group, there is a situation of "two heroes go hand in hand".

Many people off the court were looking forward to the meeting 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, admit defeat."

Zhao Feng looked calm.

Zhao Xue just barely reached the peak of the second level, and it is absolutely impossible to be his opponent.

At this time, even Zhao Yijian of the second competition platform was watching the situation here.

"Admit defeat? I won't!"

Zhao Xueyin bit her teeth, showing a hint of stubbornness on her delicate and beautiful face.

She would not allow herself to admit defeat to Zhao Feng like this.

At the beginning, when he was in Qingye Town, Zhao Xue had always admired and adored Zhao Feng, thinking that he was the best teenager in the town.

However, since entering the Zhao Clan in Yuyang City, she discovered that Qingye Town is 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 the top three in the outer tier.

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

"All right!"

Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Flying Hand!"

Zhao Xuejiao snorted, and her slender figure was like a ray of wind, blending into the continuous palm, pointing directly at Zhao Feng's temple.

"Gone with the Wind" is a set of mid-level peak martial arts, suitable for women to practice, good at conquering strength with softness.

In terms of skill level, "Piaofeng Shou" is comparable to Zhao Feng's "Angry Dragon Fist", but it can restrain the latter, and it can also restrain "Yan Gangquan" with a fierce style.

"Yan Gang Fist!"

Zhao Feng was unmoved, and the simple and unpretentious basic punch struck out slowly and unhurriedly.

bang bang!

One punch and one palm, overlapping each other.

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

well!

Zhao Feng sighed softly and reached out to support Zhao Xue.

After all... the other party was a child of the same clan who grew up together, and he was somewhat unbearable.

"Point the wind!"

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

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

The judge martial artist was also taken aback.

At such a close distance, Zhao Feng stretched out his hand to support Zhao Xue, almost unable to dodge.

"Humph!"

There was a trace of anger on Zhao Feng's face, and a powerful qi and blood emerged from his body, his arms and body shook, and Zhao Xuezhen flew out.

thump!

Zhao Xue screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, flew out of the competition stage, and fell into a rut, groaning coquettishly.

"No. 188 Zhao Feng wins."

The judge judged the martial artist indifferently, and at the same time glanced at Zhao Xue disdainfully.

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

"Cher!"

Zhao Yijian, who was on the second competition stage, exclaimed and flew over.

Zhao Feng walked off the competition stage with a cold expression on his face. He never expected that under such circumstances, Zhao Xue would still attack him.

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

Zhao Yijian's eyes were full of gloomy coldness.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

Zhao Feng turned and left, never looking at Zhao Xue again.

He also vaguely heard Zhao Xue's voice: "Brother Jian, you must avenge me..."

After defeating Zhao Xue, Zhao Feng won 12 consecutive victories.

Twelve consecutive victories... 13 consecutive victories... 14 consecutive victories!

Zhao Feng's record improved little by little.

Looking at this trend, he has a set of basic boxing techniques and wants to sweep the No. 7 competition platform.

In the entire No. 7 competition stage, only "Zhao Chengang" ranked first in the group, and his record was comparable.

"With six games left, I'll be able to advance to the next round."

Zhao Feng seemed to be calm and calm throughout the game.

However.

In the fifteenth round, Zhao Feng met "Zhao Chengang" who was ranked first in the group.

The situation of "two heroes advancing side by side" in the No. 7 competition platform has finally reached a climax!

"Finally met!"

The Zhao clan disciples in the seventh group breathed a sigh of relief as if they had relieved their burden, and they all showed excitement.

Even some contestants from other groups are eagerly and looking forward to it.

interesting!

The referee of the No. 7 competition platform showed a smile.

"Boy, I finally met you. If you have the ability, you can continue to use basic boxing techniques."

Zhao Chen just licked his tongue, and there was a playful smile in his eyes.

In terms of strength, Zhao Chengang ranked in the top ten of the outer disciples, and he practiced more advanced martial arts, three levels higher than the basic boxing skills.

If Zhao Feng dared to use basic boxing techniques, it would be tantamount to seeking humiliation!

At this time, the eyes of many members of the Zhao clan on the field were all attracted by this side.

"Why not? I'll continue to use basic punches."

Zhao Feng said calmly.

what! Still using basic boxing?

There was an uproar on the field, accompanied by more shocks and air-conditioning.

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine!"

"It's so crazy! Does he really think that with basic boxing skills, he can sweep the group stage?"

...

"Still... still using basic boxing techniques?"

The referee's face twitched violently.

Even from the referee's point of view, he felt that Zhao Feng was too supportive!

As an opponent, Zhao Chengang, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, as if he had been slapped hard...