(Who? Are you the ones who can become the king of the first seat?)
A rainstorm drenched the entire training field.
After the rain, a ten-meter-long, ten-meter-wide, one-meter-high hardwood arena was temporarily built in the center of the training field.
Around the arena, sixty martial disciples were led by their respective instructors, each taking a corner. On the arena stood an old man in a brown robe. His face was ruddy, and his eyes were clear and deep. He was speaking in a rhythmic tone.
His name was Chen Xing, one of the elders of the family hall.
His voice was very infectious. Every martial disciple who heard it was extremely excited. It was as if they were filled with energy and wanted to sacrifice everything for the Chen family.
As a sword practitioner, one should keep calm. Chen Chu Yun was not affected at all. As for Chen Zong, he wanted to keep calm, but in front of a master who was beyond the Qi and Blood realm, it was very difficult. However, the tip of the mysterious sword made his mind clear. Therefore, he was not affected.
"Now, let's invite the first seat of the fist technique group to the arena." Elder Chen Xing said at last. Chen Zong looked over.
The first seat of the fist technique group jumped. His strong body landed on the arena, making a muffled sound.
Chen Guzhan came from the Red Rock Town branch family. He had the strength of eight hundred pounds in one arm. His body was unbelievably strong, like a bull.
"The first seat of the palm technique group …"
The first seat of the palm technique group was Chen Yong. He looked very ordinary with a serious face. His height and body were very ordinary. The only thing that attracted people's attention was his palms. They were thicker than normal people and had a layer of calluses. Obviously, he was a natural born master of palm techniques.
"The first seat of the leg technique group …"
Chen Ying's figure was slender and graceful, and also had a kind of vigor. Especially her pair of legs, which were wrapped in a tight martial suit, were round and slender, and looked full of strength. And her eyes were very aggressive, like a wild beast that lived in the forest.
"The first seat of the blade technique group …"
Chen Feng Hua. His name was very nice, and he was also very good-looking. However, he was a man. His eyes were very charming. His fingers were long and slender, and he carried a long blade on his back. His whole body exuded an aura that would make girls fall for him.
"The first seat of the sword technique group …"
Chen Zong jumped lightly and landed on the arena soundlessly. At first glance, he looked very ordinary, but the more you looked at him, the more interesting he became.
"It's really him." Chen Yuyao covered her mouth with her slender hand. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her emotions were extremely complicated. Chen Yidao's eyes were a little bitter. They were both from Small Lake Town. He was insignificant in the boxing group, but Chen Zong was the chief disciple of the swordsmanship group. They were completely incomparable.
"The five champion seats of the five groups will fight in turns, and the final victor will be crowned the king of the champion seats. Other than the fixed reward of ten energy pills, the champion will also receive a jar of Tiger Yang Bone-Strengthening Wine." Elder Chen Xing's clear and deep gaze swept across the faces of the five people. "The five of you will each fight against the other four. The one who wins four times in a row will be number one."
"The first battle, Chen Guzhan versus Chen Yong. The other three chief disciples, please leave the stage temporarily."
Elder Chen Xing was not only here to watch the battle, but also to act as a referee.
"My fists are very heavy. It's better if you admit defeat as soon as possible." Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong as he clenched his fists and collided them together. Kacha, kacha, kacha, kacha, kacha, kacha, kacha!
"My palm technique is not to be trifled with either." Chen Yong's face was serious and old-fashioned. He opened his broad palms and channeled his Blood Qi. His skin was slightly red.
"In that case, take my fist." Chen Guzhan chuckled and took a step forward, charging towards Chen Yong like a bull. He raised his fist and punched out with all his strength. The wind howled under his fist, and the air trembled. The terrifying momentum seemed to be able to knock down a house with a single punch.
Heavy Punch at the peak of the Phenomenal Realm!
This was a Foundation Establishment martial art that focused only on crushing the opponent with strength. It was most suitable for people who were born with great strength to practice. Chen Guzhan was such a person.
With the strength of 400 kilograms in one arm, the power of the heavy punch could be exerted to the extreme. It was enough to crush all opponents of the same level.
However, it was not luck that Chen Yong could become the chief disciple of the palm technique group.
His broad palms were full of calluses and could almost withstand swords and sabers. In the face of Chen Guzhan's all-out punch, Chen Yong's palms slapped out. His palms caved in. The moment his five fingers touched Chen Guzhan's fist, his palms were facing outward, and the power that he had been holding back suddenly shot out.
Peak level Breaking Monument Palm Technique!
This was a palm technique that focused on toughness, but Chen Yong had practiced it to a new level. Under his palm, there were two forces attacking, making it even more tyrannical.
Chen Guzhan's arm trembled, and his strong body stopped. Chen Yong took a step forward, and his whole body rotated with that step as the center. His other palm went through Chen Guzhan's waist and hit Chen Guzhan's ribs with the power of wind and thunder.
Chen Guzhan's left arm protected his ribs and took Chen Yong's palm head-on. His strong body swayed, and he took a step back. Chen Yong's palms continued to hit Chen Guzhan's body. Each of his palms contained two forces, and they continuously hit Chen Guzhan's body. However, Chen Guzhan crossed his arms and blocked them all.
No matter how strong you are, I will not move!
"So strong!"
Below the stage, all the martial disciples gasped. Chen Yong's palms were enough to break a stone. If it were them, they would not be able to take even one palm. Would Chen Guzhan be beaten to death?
"Powerful." Chen Zong could not help but think to himself. To be able to become the lead disciple, his strength was indeed amazing. Compared to Chen Yong, Chen Yong was obviously much stronger.
However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. Facing Chen Yong's storm-like attacks, Chen Guzhan tried his best to shrink his body, and crossed his arms to protect his head, ribs, and other body parts. His muscles were stretched to the extreme, and Chen Yong's palms made dull sounds as if they were hitting rocks.
Chen Yong was not made of iron, and he would be tired after a dozen of continuous attacks. He felt that if Chen Guzhan were to take his attacks head-on, he would definitely be injured, and lose without a doubt.
"Your palm art is indeed very strong." Chen Guzhan put down his arms, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. However, he did not care and smiled. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of madness, "But I am stronger."
Chen Yong's fists were like a flash flood, and also like a falling meteorite. The terrifying wind pressure caused Chen Yong's facial muscles to sink, and he had difficulty breathing.
He raised his palms to block!
The moment the fists and palms collided, a terrifying force erupted, and Chen Yong could not resist at all. He was forced to retreat continuously. Chen Guzhan was like a madman, and his fists bombarded continuously. Two punches, three punches, four punches.
The fifth punch!
Chen Yong could no longer resist, and he was sent flying off the stage. His arms were trembling, and his palms were in extreme pain.
"I already said that I want you to admit defeat." Chen Guzhan looked down at Chen Yong and grinned. Chen Yong was a serious person.
"Fist art lead disciple Chen Guzhan has won a row of victories. The second battle, leg art lead disciple Chen Ying versus blade art lead disciple Chen Fenghua." Elder Chen Xing announced loudly, and Chen Guzhan jumped off the stage. The battle just now had consumed a lot of energy, and he needed to rest.
Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua went up the stage. Chen Ying's legs were covered in leopard skin boots, and the long blade on Chen Fenghua's back was gone. Instead, he held a black wooden blade in his hand.
Chen Ying's eyes were full of wildness. Normal people would not be able to withstand that kind of gaze, but Chen Fenghua was calm and indifferent, as if he was not affected by anything.
Without saying a word, Chen Ying rushed out quickly. His body was as agile as a cheetah, and he covered seven to eight meters in a flash. His leg was like a steel whip, and it swept towards Chen Fenghua's lower body. Chen Fenghua jumped lightly, and the black wooden blade in his hand turned into a black light, chopping forward.
With one hand on the ground, he turned his body, and his legs were like a whirlwind. One of his legs swept towards the blade light, while the other leg was like a python rolling towards Chen Fenghua's chest.
"Indeed, to be a lead disciple, no one is simple." Chen Zong thought. The normal martial disciples were stunned. They did not know that they could fight like this.
As the blade struck down, the blade light split into two, and chopped towards Chen Ying's legs at the same time.
After the collision, a terrifying force burst out. Chen Ying landed on the ground, and with a push of his hands, he bounced up in an instant. His legs alternated like two pythons coming out of their holes. Chen Fenghua landed on the ground lightly, and his body was like flowing water, avoiding Chen Ying's legs. The wooden blade in his hand followed.
This chop was unstoppable. The blade light was endless, as if it would never stop.
While performing the Python Leg Art at the peak of the Great Accomplishment, he also performed the Blade Wind Leg Art at the peak of the Great Accomplishment. The strong wind howled, shattering the black blade light one after another. As the wooden blade collided with the leopard skin boots, a series of muffled sounds rang out.
The battle was intense.
Chen Ying's leg art was like her personality, full of wildness. However, no matter how intense Chen Fenghua's attacks were, he always had a kind of calmness and calmness.
No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always responded with ease. Chen Zong could see that he was looking for an opportunity.
Chen Zong put himself in Chen Fenghua's shoes, and imagined how he would deal with such an opponent.
Chen Fenghua's blade art was the Chain Blade Art, which was at the pinnacle of the Great Completion Realm. Suddenly, the seemingly endless blade light paused, and the blade fell down with a horrifying gust of wind, as if it had split open the space in front of it. It was powerful enough to shatter a huge rock.
The Heavy Strike Blade Art was at the peak of the Great Accomplishment level!
Different from the Chain Blade Art, the Heavy Strike Blade Art focused on a heavy blow, directly defeating the target without a second strike.
The timing of this strike was perfect, and Chen Zong's eyes lit up.
This strike was completely out of Chen Ying's expectation. She didn't have time to react, and couldn't circulate her blood Qi.
This strike was powerful and ferocious.
Chen Ying was hit, flew out, and fell out of the arena. She was defeated.
"Chen Fenghua, the top disciple of the Blade Art Group, wins in a row." Elder Chen Xing announced again, "The third battle, the top disciple of the Sword Art Group versus the top disciple of the Palm Art Group, Chen Yong."
After a rest, Chen Yong's palms had recovered.
Below the arena, the instructor of the Fist Art Group, Chen He, stared at Chen Zong with a playful look. When he heard that Chen Zong had practiced the Tiger Strength Fist Art to perfection, he was the first to call him out and pay attention to him. He didn't expect that Chen Zong would refuse to join the Fist Art Group, and instead join the Sword Art Group. This made him very unhappy.
"Chen Chuyun, your Sword Art Group is too weak. Even a person who practiced the sword for a month can become the champion." Chen He looked at Chen Chuyun and said sarcastically.
Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen He, but didn't pay any attention to him.
In the arena, Chen Yong took a deep breath, and made the opening gesture of the Stele Breaking Palm, facing Chen Zong directly.
After the battle with Chen Guzhan, and the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong realized that to become the champion of each group, there must be something special about him. The champion of the Sword Art Group hadn't fought yet, but to be able to defeat Chen Xianfeng and become the champion, his strength was probably not weak. He deserved to be treated seriously.
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