Every step of the Martial Path was hard. Once one reached the fourth rank, one had become a true Martial Artist. It was like a fish turning into a phoenix. A true Martial Artist would receive great treatment anywhere in Cloud County.
On this continent, how many Martial Learners were unable to enter this rank?
Becoming a Martial Artist had been his dream. Now, this goal had come true so quickly. Although he knew he was going to reach the fourth rank soon, it still happened faster than expected.
A few days before the tournament Zhao Feng had tried to reach the fourth rank. At that time, he felt that his foundation was not solid enough, it would have affected the later realms if he rushed, so he did not force himself to break through.
However, every match he fought against those top outer disciples, it helped solidify his foundation. However, just this point alone was not enough for him to reach the fourth rank.
“I have to go thank Zhao Yijian’s father,” Zhao Feng said mockingly.
