Chương 33: Three moves

Seeing Long Feng jumping into a battle stage, many people stared at him in shock.

"He is fighting one of the top ten inner court disciples, Luo Cheng?" Someone asked.

"I heard that Luo Cheng has a grudge against him. This Long Feng fellow is really unlucky. Luo Cheng will beat him so badly that he would be unable to compete in his other battles." Another person added. Through the crowd's discussions, Long Feng found out that Luo Cheng was the eight among the top ten inner court disciples. Luo Cheng grinned at Long Feng.

"Last time, you hid behind the young lady like a coward. Today, I want to see who under the heavens can save you from me." He gritted his teeth, remembering how Li yu'er had humiliated him. He naturally didn't have the guts to go after her for revenge, so all his hatred was directed to Long Feng. Luo Cheng thought that without Long Feng, none of that would have happened at all.

"I will make you regret joining this sect entirely. Although crippling of cultivation is not allowed, the elders said nothing about beating you half dead!" Hearing that, Long Feng chuckled.

"You are right. The elders said nothing about beating you until you remain in bed for a couple of months" he replied. Enraged, Luo Cheng laughed.

"If I don't make you unconscious within three moves, then I lose." He said. Beat him in three moves? No one had ever boasted of that before. Long Feng couldn't help but smile, but he didn't reply. Quarreling was useless. He would teach Luo Cheng a lesson with his actions instead. Hearing Luo Cheng's words, Yan Jian shook his head. Gathering his momentum, Luo Cheng punched out.

"My first move!" He shouted. His aura of a peak connate cultivator burst out of him. His fist whistled through the air towards Long Feng's face. Luo Cheng was obviously trying to humiliate Long feng. Long Feng didn't move until the fist was going to crash into his face. Many people even decided that the fist was too fast for Long Feng to dodge. Suddenly, Luo Cheng's fist punched the air. At the last minute, Long Feng had bent down, barely managing to dodge the punch.

Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Few people even saw how he bent down. Luo Cheng especially, was filled with disbelieve. Long Feng shouldn't have been able to dodge the punch. He was a trash who had no talent! Slowly, Long Feng stood back up, a confused expression on his face.

"Oh! Senior brother Luo, I was merely doing a last minute exercise. H-have you made your first attack?" He asked in a fluster. Luo Cheng almost choked out of frustration. So Long Feng had merely bent down to exercise himself. It actually made sense. He had dodged the first attack by luck! But what sort of bullshit luck was that? Many people were also confused, but the thought of Long Feng playing a trick never occurred to them. To all disciples, Long Feng was a useless person who had no potential.

His cultivation Level was probably pathetically weak. Only the high elders noticed what had happened. The vice Chief, was stunned. He replayed the scene of Long Feng bending down in his mind.

'This speed, accuracy, and fluent control of the body… only a skilled cultivator can hope to achieve it.' But wasn't Long Feng supposed to be useless in the art of martial cultivation? After Long Feng reached rank eight connate level, even a peak Yin level cultivator could not tell what his cultivation level was. Only a Yang level cultivator could accurately deduce his cultivation level. Within a restricted area in the inner court, a huge palace was built.

This was the palace where the vice Chief and the other inner court Elders had come to meet Elder Zhang. Now, Elder Zhang and Elder Bei were seated cross legged, a ball of light was floating before them. Through the Ball of light, the two elders were able to see everything going on at the Elite competition. The ball of light was a soul formation created by Lord Yi Ming, the soul cultivator of the Mortal heaven sect.

"Rank eight connate realm." Elder Zhang muttered. Elder Bei nodded.

"And I can't see into his dantian even with my cultivation. He seems to be a fog, shrouded in mysteries. I can't sense anything apart from his cultivation level." He added. Elder Zhang frowned. Wasn't Long feng untalented?

"Do you think his talent was really beyond what the talent platform could take?" Elder Bei asked. From the start, he had felt that there was something different about Long Feng. Elder Zhang shook his head.

"The profound martial deity's talent is unsurpassed. Sure, there is something special about this child, but he cannot be compared to the profound martial deity." He said. Elder Bei sighed.

"Still, this means that the talent platform was wrong. This Long Feng is talented in both the art of martial cultivation and soul cultivation. Lord Yi Ming has already agreed to take him as his apprentice once he becomes an Elite disciple. I think you should also take him as your student. Even though his talent is incomparable to the profound martial deity, he is still a complete mystery to us. As a rank eight connate cultivator, he is able to dodge the attack of a peak connate cultivator so easily." He said.

Elder Zhang's frown deepened. He had never had a disciple because he hadn't found anyone worth it.

"I will think about it" he muttered and turned his attention back to the ball of light. Back at the martial arena, Luo Cheng stepped back, his face distorted with rage.

"My first move is gone. I have two more. Try to pay more attention!" he said. Long Feng nodded. With a little yell, Luo Cheng shot towards Long Feng with all his speed, thrusting his palm at Long feng's chest. He had condensed all his strength into that single palm to eliminate Long feng instantly. As he was about to reach Long Feng, he took a step back and fell down, making Luo Cheng hit nothing again. Long Feng looked terrified as he rose to his feet.

"Brother Luo's attack was so fast that I couldn't see it. I ended up tripping and falling down." He spoke with a flustered expression, as if Luo Cheng's attack had really shaken him. Luo Cheng's face reddened with rage.

"You...." He began but stopped, not having any word to say. Long Feng rapidly blinked.

"That was your second move, Senior brother Luo. You have only one left!" He reminded. Almost everyone were now watching at Long Feng and Luo Cheng's battle. Yan Jian chuckled, feeling sorry for Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng gritted his teeth furiously. Without a word, he shot towards Long Feng again.

"Annihilation fist!" He used a powerful martial skill. This time, he didn't want to leave any chance for Long Feng. His fist was aimed at the latter's stomach, so that even if he bent down, the punch would still land on his back. Many people thought that Long Feng's luck had finally ran out, as Luo Cheng was going all out with this final attack. But then Long Feng's lips rose in a grin. With slow and deliberate movements, he lifted his finger.