Chapter 31 - Sect Trials [IV]

"Aha." Zhang Long finally couldn't help, but exclaimed. He wanted to interrupt Ding Fei's exercises. He shouted and jumped up, his fists gathering energy and turned into the color of black iron. In an instant, his fists also increased in size. Now four or five times bigger than before, they slammed into the ground.

"Wow, Brother Zhang is the dominant iron fist?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Fei Hong was also taken aback from the display, thinking that Brother Zhang Long would also use his own technique or trick.

With a loud "bang", Zhang Long slammed into the training ground with this fist, and suddenly, a huge hole was created in the field. In a swift move, he shot forward like lightning, straight to where Ding Fei was standing.

Fei Hong, who was very close to the training ground, felt his own feet tremble slightly. He couldn't help but marvel at the power of Brother Zhang Long's punching fists.

"That's bad." At this moment, Zhang Long's master Cao Wang frowned suddenly on the high platform. He sensed the misty trap set by Ding Fei, but knew he couldn't safe his apprentice.

When the power of Zhang Long's punch spread to Ding Fei's location, a shocking scene appeared. The blood mist turned into nothingness with the power of this punch, and Ding Fei was no longer in the blood mist. It was as if he had vanished.

Only then did Fei Hong remember that when Ding Fei was fighting with Fang Wei, he had constantly used strange footwork to evade from the beginning. In fact, he was using footwork to arrange a miniature formation to defeat the enemy with one move, unexpectedly. And the blood mist just now, obviously also has this function of formation.

Sure enough, when Zhang Long saw that Ding Fei was missing, his face became stagnant. He hurried forward, but he was still a step too late. Na Ding Fei used the cover of blood fog to go straight behind Zhang Long, sneered, and his palms turned into blood fog. The Nine Abyss Blood Palm of Ding Fei was hit firmly on Zhang Long's back before using his footwork to change location again.

"Puff--" Zhang Long opened his mouth, and spouted a mouthful of blood. He staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground.

"It's shameless." Zhou Daxia said disdainfully after seeing it too. In fact, Ding Fei's evil formations were just like blindfolds. Only by using the opponent's mind could he win.

Fei Hong sighed lightly, watching Mo Yu and other disciples lift the injured Zhang Long out. If it weren't for Zhang Long's original higher cultivation base, and that he was able to sense danger at that moment in time and avoided it. Otherwise, this palm would have seriously injured him.

"Ding Fei wins."

The presiding master announced the results of the competition. The next scene was Fei Hong and Fang Wei.

"Hey, Hong Houyii, come on." Zhou Daxia didn't know when she gave Fei Hong such a name. Fei Hong was startled when she heard it. He smiled and looked at the playful Zhou Daxia, and couldn't help but think of his cousin Fei Li Ling.

"Well, don't worry." Fei Hong said and smiled. He stepped into the arena under the acknowledgement of the host master, and bowed in regards.

The opposite Fang Wei had a broken hair, his eyes looked at Fei Hong like a falcon, and he clasped his fists and said, "Fang Wei, please."

"Fei Hong, please." Fei Hong also clasped his fists.

As soon as his voice fell, he felt the power of thunderous breaking through the air. He quickly jumped to the side and heard a loud pop of a light yellow lightning bolt. It struck where he stood just now.

This Fang Wei didn't seem like an unreasonable person, but why did it seem to have an enemy with me today? He attacked before he finished speaking?

Fei Hong was still thinking about about it, when another small lightning struck him. He didn't dare to take it head on, so he had to dodge constantly. For a while, he seemed to be running from the combat, and was very embarrassed by this.

"Haha, look at him. Running around like a chicken." One of the disciples watching said.

"Let me just say this, Fei Hong is a new disciple this year, just like us, how could he get to the current round if it weren't for the luck?" Another disciple asked.

"Shhh, keep your voice down, anyway, Fei Hong is at the second stage of cultivation base of the Embryonic Realm. How can he keep up with Fang Wei who is at the fourth-stage of the Embryonic Realm?" Another quipped in.

"He's the apprentice of Uncle Hao. What do you expect from a blacksmith?" The first disciple asked in agreement.

Some people in the crowd continued to whisper, and it seemed that most of them were not convinced by Fei Hong's performance at all. Only Zhou Daxia clenched her small fist at this moment, constantly cheering Fei Hong from the bottom of her heart. She herself didn't understand that Fei Hong, who was so disgusted when they first met, was worried about her at this moment.

After more than a dozen rounds, Fei Hong's clothes were burned, with several holes appearing on it. There were also several burns on his body. His footwork couldn't be compared with that Ding Fei and Zhang Long in any way, and he felt that he had exhausted his whole body by holding up till now. Although he knew he couldn't be too passive about himself, if he wanted to win, but there was practically no way he could win.

Then, he realised that, although Fang Wei had innate attribute, he only had average physical skills. If he could avoid getting struck with the lightning bolts, he could win if he managed to fight close to him. Fei Hong grinned at the thought of this, and he slowly swung the dragon palm. The upper chakra suddenly opened, and the muscles of the upper body suddenly soared, menacingly. In an instant, the yellow veins in his body bulges openly, and he was stunned.

At this moment, Fei Hong's agility attributes had also been improved. Fei Hong leaped over. He yelled at a distance of less than two meters, sank, and sent a powerful palm towards Fang Wei, like a dragon out of the sea.

Fang Wei frowned, already feeling the fierceness of the palm. So he didn't dare to take it hard, but drew to one side, pushed his own palms out, and two small light blue thunderbolts appeared in his palms, striking Fei Hong.

Fei Hong was not in a hurry. When he was practicing Dragon Palm, he found that this palm was not only as powerful as a rainbow over rain, but also a lot of subtlety was concentrated on the word "dou". Flying dragons were inherently agile, and if one want to fight a dragon, one must combine the truth and false of existence, the yin and yang, and find the opportunity to give you a fatal blow.

It was precisely because of this that he was more determined to practice this style of hand technique. This kind of routine had already been used in the competition with Zhou Daxia, but at that time, it was believed that not many people paid attention to him. So in Fang Wei's surprised eyes, Fei Hong turned back halfway with his fierce palm. His body dropped on the spot, dodging those two lightning bolts, and appeared in front of Fang Wei in an instant.

Seeing that Fei Hong came to his side easily, Fang Wei felt a terrible horror at the bottom of his stomach. He knew that his physical attributes and strength were average, and close combat was a nemesis of his weaknesses. So, he definitely couldn't dodge Fei Hong's palm strikes that hit him on the chest like a dragon soaring the sea.

"Fei Hong won." Zhou Daxia shouted off the court.. She couldn't help but leap on the lotus feet with joy.