Ten moves are no match for Xin Wuhen!

Xin Wuhen appeared on the stage, pushing the Genius Summit to a peak, and the shouts of spectators could be heard from all around.

As the first person to attend the last summit, Xin Wuhen’s popularity and prestige are unrivaled.

"Xin Wuhen, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

The fighting spirit surged in Zhao Linlong's eyes, and the martial arts energy in his body was like an iron current, rushing and roaring. The momentum of the sixth level of martial arts was like a strong wind, roaring through the entire audience.

"Zhao Linlong, your physical strength is somewhat depleted. It's best to rest for a few games first."

Qiu Mengyu reminded her kindly.

Zhao Linlong had just experienced several sparring matches, especially a fierce battle with Qiu Mengyu. His physical strength and martial arts energy had been somewhat depleted, and he was only 70 to 80% of what he was at his peak.

If facing ordinary opponents, Zhao Linlong would not consider this issue at all.

However, this time his opponent was Xin Wuhen, a prodigy who was said to be "unbeatable in ten moves", and who had once defeated him miserably.

"Brother Linlong, please rest for a while and let me experience his strength first."

Zhao Qing jumped up, holding a spear in his hand, and flew to the central open space.

Zhao Qing ranked seventh in the Zhao Clan Martial Arts Competition. Originally, he was not eligible to participate in the Genius Summit.

But Zhao Linlong gave him this opportunity and "deprived" him of the quota that originally belonged to Zhao Feng.

Therefore, Zhao Qing was very grateful to Zhao Linlong and deliberately helped him this time.

"Okay, don't show off."

Zhao Linlong nodded, returned to the pavilion, and sat cross-legged to rest.

With Zhao Qing and others taking action in front of him, they could at least test out some of Xin Wuhen's ins and outs.

"Xin Wuhen... take a shot from me!"

Zhao Qing shouted in surprise, and the iron gun in his hand turned into a silver wave. The strong wind swept wildly, making it difficult to distinguish the truth in the night.

Xin Wuhen stood there, one hand behind his back, motionless.

That’s not true!

Zhao Qing was furious, Xin Wuhen's performance was that he did not regard him as an opponent at all.

Poof!

A shadow of a gun intertwined with light and dark, sharp and sharp, stabbing Xin Wuhen's left shoulder.

There were no waves in Xin Wuhen's ancient well. He didn't move an inch from where he was and slowly raised his fingers.

Bang bang!

With an ordinary finger, he hit the weak spot where the tip of the spear was, and a ray of extremely condensed inner energy rushed in like thunder.

Zhao Qing's blood was boiling, his mouth was shaking, and he could hardly stand still.

"let go!"

Xin Wuhen slapped his backhand, and an indescribable force vibrated through the iron gun, causing Zhao Qing to vomit blood on the spot.

Bang!

The iron spear came out of his hand, Zhao Qing vomited blood and took a few steps back, terrified and inexplicable.

Beat by beat, Zhao Qing was defeated and the iron gun was released.

This scene shocked many geniuses on the field, but it was also expected.

After all, Xin Wuhen is the number one genius in the upper world. Zhao Linlong would probably be able to achieve the same effect.

In the pavilion.

Zhao Feng's expression was solemn, and with his left eye, he could clearly see the entire process of Xin Wuhen's attack.

Xin Wuhen's seemingly careless strokes hit Zhao Qing's vital points, almost exactly the same as the flaw he saw with his left eye.

Not only that, Xin Wuhen's attack seemed to follow the most reasonable trajectory and fit in with the natural environment.

Zhao Feng had only experienced a similar feeling from the mysterious "young girl" in the Blood Python Canyon that day.

But the feeling of a young girl was more than ten times stronger than that of Xin Wuhen.

"Brother Linlong, hurry up and recover. I will also test him and try to force him to show his true strength."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered and he jumped up to lead the open space in the center of the summit.

"Let's take action."

Xin Wuhen still stood with his hands behind his hands, his face calm.

"Tianxiao Fist!"

Zhao Bao's face was cold and stern, and he launched advanced boxing techniques that were close to the peak of his fire.

At the same time, he performed advanced footwork under his feet, secretly activating advanced internal skills, and even the power of advanced body training...

Zhao Feng's strength is close to that of a genius, and he has almost no weaknesses in all aspects.

It would be most suitable for him to test Xin Wuhen.

Broken Wind Finger!

Xin Wuhen's index finger pierced the air a little, and the martial arts roared like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

Puff!

Their fists and fingers intertwined, and one of Xin Wuhen's fingers actually brushed past the edge of Zhao Feng's palm.

Zhao Feng staggered and almost fell down on the spot. His arms were numb and he almost lost consciousness.

"Broken Wind Finger? This seems to be an intermediate martial art!"

"No, I have practiced Broken Wind Finger before, so why am I different from him?"

The audience was in a commotion and there was constant discussion.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, looked solemn, used advanced footwork to get out of the crisis, and attacked again.

Bang! Bang!...

The two of them were silent and moving, fists and fingers going back and forth.

One move, two moves, three moves...

Xin Wuhen remained calm and stood there, barely moving an inch.

Huhu~

Zhao Feng was breathing heavily, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was red and dry.

These are just three moves.

Every move against Xin Wuhen will consume a lot of his energy and energy, which is equivalent to fighting hundreds of moves at the same level.

Every move and every move by Xin Wuhen seemed to be just enough to restrain him.

With the same martial arts inner strength and the same strength, Xin Wuhen's strike with his hand seemed to coincide with the right time and place, overwhelming the enemy invisible.

By the fifth move, Zhao Feng received several blows on his chest, arms, palms and other parts, and his body almost fell apart.

In the sixth move, Xin Wuhen suddenly switched to an intermediate kicking technique and kicked Zhao Feng's arm with a "bang" sound.

"ah……"

Zhao Feng screamed in pain, his arm was almost broken, dripping with cold sweat, and rolled to the ground.

To defeat Zhao Feng, Xin Wuhen used an intermediate fingering technique and an intermediate kicking technique.

"Same as the last one, all are intermediate martial arts."

"Each of his intermediate martial arts has at least reached a perfect level."

Some older geniuses saw something fishy.

Summit Center.

Xin Wuhen stood with his hands behind his back, still calm and relaxed, as if he hadn't even exhausted any energy.

After Zhao Feng's defeat, the Qiu family also sent out several geniuses to challenge him. Even Qiu Changyi, who was a genius in the previous year, tried to test him.

But the end result is the same.

A group of geniuses took turns to fight, but they were all defeated by Xin Wuhen's intermediate martial arts.

Even Qiu Changyi only lasted until the seventh move.

When Xin Wuhen took action, he always carried one hand behind his back and only used one hand.

Opponents of the same level, in front of him, were like villagers who did not know martial arts and could only use brute force.

"It's hard to believe..."

Zhao Feng made some statistics while watching the battle.
To be continued...