Chapter 48 - Chapter 48

Xiao Rufeng was dead, and Zhou Peng entered the last round with Zhao Kong as his opponent. There was only one step left to win the championship. However, now that Xiao Rufeng was dead, the anger in Zhou Peng's heart had also dissipated. He didn't want to fight with all his might in the last round. He didn't even want to think about the title of the number one genius in Qinghe City. Whoever wanted it could have it. Anyway, he wasn't interested in it at all. After all, a tall tree catches much wind. After the ring was cleaned up, Xiao Lie's eyes were like fire, and his burning hatred seemed to burn Zhou Peng to ashes. However, Zhou Zhantian had been on guard all the time, worried that Xiao Lie would be so angry that he would lose his mind and attack Zhou Peng secretly. Who could bear the pain of losing a son? Zhou Peng was only one step away from winning the championship, and Zhou Zhantian had to protect his safety. As long as Zhou Peng won the championship, his position in the family would be more stable. At least, it would make those restless elders unable to find an excuse to force him to step down. As long as he had time, it wouldn't be long before no one in the Zhou family would be dissatisfied with him anymore. The youngest clan leader of the Zhou family, how could he have no means? On the ring, Zhou Peng looked at Zhao Kong with a calm face. Zhao Kong narrowed his eyes, like a fox showing its true colors. There was a faint smile on his face. He looked at Zhou Peng faintly. Red (qigong) had been activated on his fists, thin and steaming in the hot sun. Red (qigong)? "Did the old Zhao ghost teach him the 'Red Flame Sutra'?" Zhou Zhantian was extremely shocked in his heart. He immediately looked at Zhao Wudi and his face changed. He sighed bitterly in his heart, "It seems that Zhou Peng has no hope." Among the four big families in Qinghe City, why was the Zhao family the first big family? A big reason was the 'Red Flame Sutra'. This was a golden - grade cultivation method, the only golden - grade cultivation method in Qinghe City that surpassed the high - grade one. It was obtained by the old ancestor of the Zhao family by chance in a mountain cave. The (qigong) released by the people who cultivated it was red, with a strong flame breath. The released (qigong) was extremely hot, like the flame sprayed by a fire dragon, making it difficult for people to approach. And when it was integrated into other cultivation methods, the damage would be doubled. The reason why Zhao Wudi had red eyebrows and red hair was that he had cultivated the 'Red Flame Sutra' and had reached the Mahayana realm. Although Zhao Kong was far from reaching the realm of Zhao Wudi, the fact that he could release red (qigong) meant that his strength had reached the peak of the Agile realm. The peerless genius that the Zhao family had hidden for so many years finally showed up. Some family elders started to whisper and discuss. Originally, they all thought that Zhou Peng could win the championship, but now no one thought that Zhou Peng would win. Zhao Wudi, like an old fox, narrowed his eyes and the smile on his face became stronger. He was bound to win this family invitational tournament. "You are really unlucky. I was supposed to deal with Xiao Rufeng, but unfortunately, he is dead. Now I have to fight with you." Zhao Kong said faintly. In his eyes, Zhou Peng was like a dead man. "Don't worry, I'll show mercy." "However, I still have to abolish your cultivation." "After all, your existence is a big threat to the Zhao family." Zhao Kong's red fists crossed coldly. Then countless fists burst out suddenly, with many phantoms, constantly overlapping. The hot breath also rose, as if he was at the mouth of a volcano. The strong breath, with almost perfect breathing, and the body rising and falling, as calm as a mountain. Only a person with strong self - confidence could do this. It seemed that this Zhao Kong was really hiding his true abilities. Zhou Peng confirmed this and became more careful. Looking at the countless fist shadows he had transformed, he immediately thought of the 'Illusory God Palm', but he couldn't see any false or real. All the fist shadows seemed to be real. "Kill him..." Zhao Jiannan shouted loudly under the stage, with excitement in his eyes, laughing wildly. Under the red flame fist, who could survive? Zhao Kong didn't want to waste too much words. He swung his fists heavily behind him. The countless fist shadows around him kept changing positions, covering 128 blind spots of Zhou Peng. There was no way to avoid this punch. Reluctantly, Zhou Peng had accelerated his retreat, wanting to avoid the sharp edge. But no matter where he hid, the fist shadows followed him. And the hot breath became stronger. Zhou Peng's clothes were soaked and he was sweating profusely. "Damn it, do you have to use a big move as soon as you come up?" Zhou Peng was angry in his heart. He activated the Dragon Elephant Taixu Sutra. Immediately, a cloud of dust was stirred up around his body. The (qigong) was resisting the hot gas formed by the heavy fist shadows... "It's useless. You are only at the fourth rank of the Agile realm, and I'm at the eighth rank of the Agile realm. You are not my opponent at all. You have consumed too much (qigong) in the last battle. Now you can't hold on for long. I advise you to abolish your cultivation by yourself to avoid the pain of flesh." Every step Zhao Kong took, Zhou Peng felt more pressure. The strong spiritual pressure, with a strong heat, immediately made Zhou Peng angry. If he endured this punch, he would either die or be disabled. At that time, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others? "Damn..." Zhou Peng cursed in his heart. Looking at Zhao Kong approaching step by step, his eyes suddenly opened wide. A dragon's roar came from the air instantly, "Boom..." The ancient dragon surged out, and the ancient elephant came trampling. The two forces were intertwined, condensed, and shaking the heaven and earth, directly scattering all the fist phantoms in the void. The fierce breath suddenly dissipated. There were bursts of cracking sounds in the air. Zhao Kong's expression changed, but he was not in a hurry. He quickly retreated. The red flame became stronger. He punched towards the sky and shouted angrily, "Red Flame Soaring to the Sky!" In an instant, Zhao Kong's whole body was like a flame, and the (qigong) was growing crazily like an explosion... As soon as the words fell, his body disappeared. Zhou Peng was stunned. He just felt a hot air rushing down from the top of his head. Immediately, he controlled it. The remaining power of the Dragon Elephant Divine Power rushed up with all his might... "Boom!" The sky was red, as enchanting as blood. The bluestone - built ring under Zhou Peng's feet was quickly cracking. The cracking sound exploded in everyone's ears. The disciples with low strength were directly stunned. Some family elders immediately activated their (qigong) to resist the incoming breath. The collision of the two (qigong) produced a very powerful impact wave. The striped impact waves spread out, one ring after another, like a long string of ripples. On the ring, the dust dissipated. There was powder under Zhou Peng's feet. His face was pale and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stared coldly at a place, "Damn it, the (qigong) at the eighth rank of the Agile realm is so powerful, it's terrifying." In another place, Zhao Kong's clothes were in tatters. There was an armor surrounded by spiritual energy on his chest. But there was a proud expression on his face. Compared with Zhou Peng, his injury was much lighter. "Armor spiritual weapon?" "Zhao Wudi, what do you mean?" Zhou Zhantian jumped up and scolded Zhao Wudi, pointing at his nose. "Humph." Zhao Wudi gave a cold shout and then laughed wildly, "I just gave the prize to the champion in advance." "Old Zhao ghost, you are really going too far. The competition is not over yet, and Zhao Kong has already got the reward. Where is the fairness of the competition? Where are the rules?" The Liu family's clan leader also stood up. The reward of this competition was a spiritual weapon. Only the clan leaders of the four big families knew what it was. And the one that Zhao Kong was wearing was the reward of the competition, a medium - grade spiritual weapon armor that could protect the heart and veins and remove three layers of (qigong) attacks. It could be said to be the top - grade among the medium - grade spiritual weapons. It had an absolute advantage in fighting with people of the same strength. "Fairness? Rules?" Zhao Wudi suddenly rose into the air. His red hair flew in all directions, like an ancient troll. Without any scruples, he shouted loudly, "I am fairness, I am the rule..." At the seventh rank of the Tempered Gang realm, no one in Qinghe City was his opponent. Suddenly, the square was extremely (oppressive), with a hot momentum and strong pressure. Even Zhou Zhantian at the Tempered Gang realm could only resist by activating his (qigong) and didn't dare to say another word. What was domineering? What was arrogance? The depth of Zhou Peng's eyebrows suddenly expanded. At this moment, his body and mind suddenly transformed. The door of the (breath) law that he had comprehended from killing thousands of animals in half a month was quietly opened. At this moment, Zhou Peng seemed to step into another world, an extremely quiet world, a world that only he could control. At this time, the system voice sounded, "Congratulations to the player 'Zhou Peng' for comprehending the (breath) law..."