C117 Trash Martial Skill

At this time, Teng Fang's condition was very similar to the "Fury Qi Disintegrates" that Zuo Feng had seen before. However, compared to Teng Fang's slightly weaker body, he still had a clear consciousness in his eyes.

Teng Fang looked at his deformed body, then slightly raised his hand and punched the air twice.

"Hu hu"

Two muffled sonic booms came out. Teng Fang was very satisfied with this. He looked at Zuo Feng and coldly said.

"All these years, you've always wanted to beat me. Even when you turned into trash, you didn't lower your head in front of me even once. I am the true genius, I am the final victor. "From today onwards, there will be no Zuo Feng in the village, only me, Teng Fang!"

At this moment, Teng Fang's voice became hoarse and unpleasant to the ears. Zuo Feng's face showed a hint of helplessness after hearing it. When he was very young, he had relied on his exceptional cultivation talent and often liked to challenge opponents older than him in the village. At that time, he had never cared about the feelings of others. It was at that time that he accidentally planted the seed of hatred in Teng Fang's heart.

There might be some people who would adjust their state of mind towards failure and train even more diligently. However, Teng Fang was clearly not this type of person. His selfish personality and twisted self-esteem had caused him to turn into such a crazed appearance.

At this moment, Zuo Feng was asking himself, 'If I hadn't experienced that year's worth of trash period and been mercilessly defeated by my own much smaller opponent, and also be mocked by my opponent, would I have ended up like Teng Fang is now?'

Zuo Feng would never get the answer to this question, but a trace of pity rose in his heart. He slowly sighed, but Zuo Feng still eliminated all these thoughts from his mind, because he knew that Teng Fang would then launch a crazy attack. No matter how he obtained his current cultivation, he truly did have the strength of a third level Bone Refining martial artist.

"If you are ready, I will send you on your way."

Teng Fang sneered as he strode towards Zuo Feng. The first step was still the normal pace, but after the second step, Teng Fang's figure started to become blurry.

Zuo Feng's eyes narrowed, but he soon raised his right fist and swung it at the empty space to the side.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out. Teng Fang and Zuo Feng both took a step back, their faces filled with shock. Zuo Feng did not expect that Teng Fang's speed would increase so much, and Teng Fang did not expect Zuo Feng to be able to block his full power attack, which was at the third level of the Bone Refining stage.

Teng Fang was stunned for a moment before he immediately rushed forward to attack. Zuo Feng could only barely keep up with Teng Fang's current speed, but it was impossible to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Luckily, Teng Fang had already thrown away his long sword before he came over. Zuo Feng guessed, 'This should be the last bit of dignity he has left. He wants to defeat me in a martial arts competition and then kill him.'

It was because of this little bit of pride that Zuo Feng was still in danger, but he did not seem to be defeated. However, this did not mean that Zuo Feng and Teng Fang had reached a draw. Although the two of them had dealings with each other, each time Teng Fang attacked Zuo Feng's left side, he would gain an advantage.

There was nothing he could do. After all, there was a seven-eight hundred pound bracelet on his left hand. Although the left side of his chest and shoulder had been attacked many times, it was a good thing that Zuo Feng's body was abnormally tough, so Teng Fang was temporarily unable to deal too much damage to him.

During the exchange of blows, although Zuo Feng was gradually at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of panic, only gritting his teeth and painfully enduring. This was because he knew that no matter what secret technique he used or what medicine he used to forcefully increase his cultivation, it would not be able to continue for a long period of time.

And looking at Teng Fang's crazy appearance, he didn't care about the consumption of his physical strength and spiritual energy at all. He wanted to use the most direct method to defeat Zuo Feng.

This close-combat battle had a huge consumption of energy. Both of their attacks landed on each other, and because of the effects of the medicine, Teng Fang's body was not much weaker than Zuo Feng's.

Zuo Feng was enduring the pain and fatigue from his left side, but on the other hand, although Teng Fang was also injured, he didn't seem to feel it at all. However, what Teng Fang did not know was that this lack of pain did not make him tired. In a short period of time, it was nothing, but over time, those shortcomings started to slowly become apparent.

Teng Fang's attacks became fiercer and fiercer like a mad demon, but his body became redder and redder, and a bloody mist started to rise from his body.

Zuo Feng unintentionally saw this scene and was slightly surprised at first, but then he looked at Teng Fang with a complicated expression. This medicine was truly terrifying. After the consumption of spiritual energy reached a certain level, he actually began to burn his own blood essence. 'Seeing that Teng Fang was still attacking crazily, it was obvious that he didn't know what was happening to his body.'

Although Teng Fang was still able to control his body freely, he had almost lost all sense of pain and sensation, and only had a trace of consciousness left. But not long after, Teng Fang also noticed the abnormality of his body because the speed of his punches and kicks gradually slowed down.

Seeing this, Teng Fang was slightly stunned. Then, he looked at Zuo Feng in fear and said, "What did you do to me?"

When Zuo Feng saw that Teng Fang had stopped, he also took two steps back to put some distance between himself and Teng Fang. At the same time, he coldly stared at Teng Fang without saying a word. Teng Fang's face became unsettled, but then he seemed to remember something and mumbled to himself, "Impossible, master wouldn't treat me like this." He still wants to pass on his martial arts to me, and he still wants to pass on his position of commander to me. "

"Bastard, can you use your brain? The position of commander is assigned to you by the county governor. How is he qualified to pass on the position of commander to you?" If he wants to cultivate you, he will give you that damned pill. If he really values you, he will let you come to such a dangerous turret to train. "

Zuo Feng could no longer suppress his anger and shouted at Teng Fang. Zuo Feng's words were like sharp knives stabbing into Teng Fang's heart. Teng Fang swayed slightly, and his legs became weak as he knelt on the ground. He muttered to himself, "You lied to me, you lied. Master wouldn't treat me like this."

Zuo Feng looked at Teng Fang coldly, sighed lightly, and then turned around to walk towards the man's corpse. At this moment, Teng Fang's body shrank back at a speed visible to the naked eye and was much thinner than before he took the pill.

Zuo Feng didn't pay any attention to him and just threw the short-sleeved man's headless body into the tunnel. Soon after, a stone door in the hall slowly opened. Zuo Feng took one last glance at Teng Fang who was kneeling on the ground and walked inside the stone door. After Zuo Feng entered the tunnel, the stone door automatically closed.

At this moment, in the empty hall, Teng Fang looked like he was in a daze. Sometimes he would cry loudly, and sometimes he would laugh out loud. He was still talking, but he couldn't hear clearly what was being said. And now, his cultivation had actually dropped to the body strengthening stage level 7. This was his true strength. Zhang Yu did not have the strength to do anything to him.

Zuo Feng was walking slowly in the passage. He didn't want to think about Teng Fang anymore, but when he thought about his master, Teng Xiao Yun, and his wife, Zhuang Yu, he felt as if there was a huge rock pressing against his heart. Zuo Feng only shook his head slightly and tossed these annoying thoughts out of his mind when a staircase appeared in front of him.

The staircase led to the third floor. After the competition, the victors would meet with a staircase that led to the third floor. There were twelve stairways, all at the edge of the tower. However, the stone tower was completely sealed off, so no stairs could be seen outside the tower. Naturally, no one could be seen coming up to the third floor.

As Zuo Feng walked up the stairs, he took out a bag of Medicinal Powder from the Na Crystal. He then took out a small bottle of clear water and poured the medicinal powder into it. The clear water was quickly dyed a light green by the medicinal powder. Zuo Feng then smeared the small bottle of the light green medicinal liquid on his body.

Zuo Feng's body was extremely tough and durable, so even though the medicinal powder was of a very low grade, it was enough for his left side to quickly recover. After doing all of this, Zuo Feng took out two more medicinal packs from the Na Crystal and poured them into his mouth without any hesitation. Following that, traces of spiritual energy were generated in the Na Crystal and his physical strength began to slowly recover.

Zuo Feng had suffered a huge loss from the previous battle, partly because of the drugs, and partly because of the heavy burden that had been placed on him by the prison in his hands. Thinking of this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but lower his head to look at the prison around his left wrist. He couldn't help but secretly curse that Ning Xiao was "abnormal."

He then quietly took out a set of clothes from the crystal and took off his blood-soaked clothes. Because he was contaminated with too much blood and flesh, Zuo Feng simply discarded the clothes that he had taken off.

Zuo Feng quickly arrived at the third floor. Just like before, there was a metal box embedded in the ground. Zuo Feng opened the box without any hesitation and found a thin booklet lying inside. Reaching out to grab the booklet, he took a glance at it and could not help but be dumbstruck.

A line of small words was clearly written on the booklet: "Inferior Grade Eight Martial Skill, Lian Rou Push Hands." Zuo Feng took a deep breath to calm himself down. This martial skill was not ordinary rotten, but rotten to an astonishing degree.

With Zuo Feng's eyesight, he wouldn't even care about a high grade middle rank martial skill in front of him right now. However, this trial of the second floor in front of him had unexpectedly gotten him a low rank Martial Skill. How could this not make Zuo Feng feel depressed?

He violently threw the booklet in his hand into the metal box and muttered to himself, "Could it be that my good luck ran out after I passed the first level? Even if this second level's reward was given at random, it can't be that much worse than the first level."

Zuo Feng complained as he turned around and prepared to leave. However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes swept across the booklet.

At this moment, the booklet had just been opened after being thrown by Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng happened to see some of the contents of the book with his last glance. With just this bit of information, Zuo Feng's gaze was completely captivated, and he couldn't move his gaze away at all.