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Chen Yong walked slowly towards Chen Zong, one step at a time. He put his palms in front of him, one above and one below, so that he could defend every part of his body.
Chen Zong didn't move. His sharp eyes were looking for flaws in Chen Yong's body.
Like a chariot moving forward, Chen Yong's aura was oppressive. When they were two meters apart, Chen Yong suddenly jumped up like a big fish out of the water. He slapped his palm towards Chen Zong's face. His broad palm quickly enlarged in front of Chen Zong's eyes.
Chen Yong didn't move forward, retreat, or dodge. He stabbed with his sword. As the sword flashed, three shadows appeared and separated, as if four swords were attacking at the same time.
Split Shadow Style!
Chen Yong blocked the wooden sword with his right palm and hit Chen Zong's ribs with his left palm from his waist.
Staggered Shadow Style!
The shadows of the swords intertwined, causing Chen Yong's palm to miss. He had to withdraw his left palm quickly. He waved his palms continuously in front of him, forming a palm wall.
Folding Shadow Style!
The shadows of the swords folded and passed through the palm wall. They quickly enlarged in front of Chen Yong's eyes, forcing him to retreat.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yong channeled his Blood Qi and used all of his strength to rush forward. His speed increased a bit as he threw out a palm strike, bringing along a terrifying whistling sound. His power was even more tyrannical, as if he could shatter the stone tablet with a single palm strike.
Chen Zong's eyes were sharp as if they could see through everything. Chen Yong's footsteps and the trajectory of his palms appeared in front of his eyes. The lines on his palms gradually enlarged.
Sword!
Overlapping Shadow Style!
The three shadows overlapped with the sword, blurring it and making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. It passed through Chen Yong's palms and stabbed towards his throat.
The sword was longer than his arm. If Chen Yong insisted on attacking with his palm, his throat would be hit by the wooden sword first. He had to stop his palms and hit the wooden sword. His palms intertwined with a terrible whistling sound, trying to break the wooden sword.
Split Shadow Style!
Chen Yong broke the shadow of the sword, but the sword directly to his chest, causing him to retreat.
Staggered Shadow!
Overlapping Shadow!
Folding Shadow!
Shadowless Style!
With the final sword strike, the three afterimages disappeared. Only the sword remained clear and direct, striking Chen Yong off the stage.
"The champion of the sword art group, Chen Zong, has won in a row." Elder Chen Xing announced with a smile on his face.
Chen Yong's solemn expression was somewhat bitter. After two consecutive defeats, he had no fate with the title of King of the First Seat.
"Next battle, Chen Guzhan of the fist division versus Chen Fenghua of the saber division."
Chen Guzhan assumed the Heavy Fist Opening Stance. He only practiced Heavy Fist.
Chen Guzhan was a powerful opponent, so Chen Fenghua treated him cautiously. He took the starting stance of the Chain Blade Technique, but his expression remained unchanged. He gave off a calm feeling.
When he punched out, his fist energy was ferocious. It swept up violent waves as if it could shatter mountain rocks.
When he struck out with his saber, the saber light was like a continuous tide.
Chen Guzhan's strength was tyrannical, and his physique was astonishing. His fists were incomparably heavy, and every punch carried an astonishing pressure that made it difficult for people to breathe.
Chen Fenghua channeled his blood Qi, and his speed and strength were both enhanced. His saber strikes were faster, fiercer, and stronger.
Chen Guzhan came from a branch family. Like Chen Zong, he also started to practice the Tiger Roar Technique after entering the clan hall. So far, he was only at the initial stage, and there was still a long way to go before he could refine his blood Qi. Chen Fenghua came from the main family, and he started to practice the Tiger Roar Technique before entering the clan hall. Now, he was about to refine his blood Qi for the second time.
Chain Blade Technique!
Heavy Strike Blade Technique!
Alternating between light and slow strikes, Chen Guzhan's weakness was revealed. He was not agile enough.
His strong body gave him more strength and a stronger physique, but his agility was relatively weak. When facing some weaker opponents, this was nothing. He could completely crush them with his strength, but when facing a strong opponent, his lack of agility would become his weakness and be exploited by his opponent.
The wooden saber struck Chen Guzhan's body from every angle, and he cried out after many strikes.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Chen Guzhan hurriedly shouted, "I admit defeat for this battle. When I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time."
"Damn, it hurts." Chen Guzhan gritted his teeth and jumped out of the arena, which made people smile.
"Chen Fenghua of the Blade Technique Group has won twice in a row. The next battle is between Chen Ying of the Leg Technique Group and Chen Zong of the Sword Technique Group." Elder Chen Xing laughed.
Chen Ying's invasive gaze landed on Chen Zong's face as she dashed over like a cheetah. Her slender legs stirred up a sharp gust of wind that whistled as she arrived.
Chen Yuyao stared with her eyes wide open. What Chen Ying was using was the Blade Wind Leg Technique that she had also practiced. It was also at the peak of the Great Accomplishment, but Chen Ying's was obviously more exquisite and powerful.
Chen Zong's body swayed like a willow in the wind.
Willow Sword Technique at the peak of the Great Accomplishment!
This was a sword technique that emphasized both attack and defense. It could be used to attack and defend, and it could also be used to defend against attacks. It was very exquisite.
Especially after Chen Zong saw Chen Yan's Whisking Willow Sword Technique, he understood it and improved it a little.
Chen Ying used the Blade Wind Leg Technique and the Python Leg Technique alternately. Her legs created gusts of wind, and under the gusts of wind, it was as if a python had come out of its hole.
Chen Zong performed the Whisking Willow Sword Technique to the extreme. No matter how strong you are, I will sway in the wind.
Unknowingly, he had a deeper understanding of swords and sword techniques.
The wooden sword swayed like a willow branch, passing through the gusts of wind and hitting Chen Ying's legs. The force was flexible, but the surface was sore and painful.
Gradually, Chen Ying's legs became weak, and the leg techniques she used became weaker. She was defeated by Chen Zong after a few moves.
"Chen Zong of the Sword Technique Group has won twice in a row."
"I will definitely defeat you next time." Chen Ying was unwilling to admit defeat.
"We will see." Chen Zong laughed.
"The next battle is between Chen Yong of the Palm Technique Group and Chen Fenghua of the Blade Technique Group."
Chen Yong's face was serious. He took the opening stance of the Broken-Stele Palm Technique, channeled his blood and Qi, and used all of his strength.
His thick palms struck out continuously, and the shadows of the palms overlapped. The wind from the palms whistled like a wall crashing towards Chen Fenghua.
Chen Fenghua channeled his blood and Qi, and struck down with his blade. The black blade light was swift and violent, like a falling meteor, and shattered the wind from the palms. It turned into a chain of attacks, and Chen Yong could only defend.
Heavy Strike Blade Technique!
Chain Blade Technique!
Heavy Strike Blade Technique!
Chen Yong's defense was broken, and the wooden blade hit his chest.
"Chen Fenghua of the Blade Technique Group has won three times in a row."
"The next battle is between Chen Guzhan of the Fist Technique Group and Chen Zong of the Sword Technique Group."
"I hate people like you who use swords and sabers the most." Chen Guzhan muttered as he took the opening stance of the Heavy Strike. His eyes were wide open, and he charged forward like a bull.
With a sharp sound, Chen Zong swung his sword like an eagle spreading its wings.
Eagle Strike Sword Technique at the peak of Greater Mastery!
"Oh, he has practiced all three Foundation Building Sword Techniques to the peak of the Great Accomplishment Stage!" Elder Chen Xing was slightly surprised.
In most cases, Martial Disciples would practice only one Foundation Building Martial Arts. For people like Chen Guzhan and Chen Yong, they would practice two at most. For people like Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, they practiced three and reached the peak of the Great Accomplishment Stage.
"Looks like this kid is quite talented in swordsmanship." Elder Chen Xing thought to himself. He didn't know that Chen Zong was a martial artist at the beginning, and had practiced the Tiger Power Fist Technique to perfection. As for the three Foundation Building Sword Techniques, he had only started practicing them after entering the Clan Hall. Otherwise, who knew how shocked he would be.
"Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is definitely not a match for Chen Guzhan." Chen He said with a gloomy face.
"Bet?" Chen Chuyun was straightforward. Chen He's face darkened, and he didn't answer. He was just saying. He wasn't sure if Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong.
The wooden sword flew past Chen Guzhan's body like an eagle's wings, and struck Chen Guzhan's ribs with an opening.
Spinning around, the wooden sword attacked Chen Guzhan's back like an eagle's claw.
Chen Guzhan's body spun like a whirlwind. Both of his fists violently attacked Chen Zong, completely ignoring Chen Zong's sword.
After the battle with Chen Fenghua, he had let go of himself. Instead of passively defending, he might as well take the initiative and use his strong body to block the attack of his opponent's wooden sword. As long as his opponent was hit by his fists, he would definitely be injured and defeated.
Watching the battle from below the stage was completely different from directly facing it. Chen Zong could feel the terrifying wind pressure from Chen Guzhan's fists, which even affected his balance.
Fortunately, under Chen Chuyun's guidance, Chen Zong was completely different from before.
Like an eagle against the wind, Chen Guzhan flew straight up. The wooden sword was like an eagle's beak, and the strength of the attack was concentrated into a single point. Chen Guzhan's face immediately changed, and he felt as if a piece of his flesh had been pecked off from where he was hit.
Withstanding the attack, Chen Guzhan's fists became fiercer. His whole body pushed forward like a chariot, crushing Chen Zong, trying to force him off the stage.
Undoubtedly, this was a somewhat shameless way of doing things. If Chen Zong's sword was made of iron, Chen Guzhan would already be covered in wounds. The wooden sword's power was limited, which was why Chen Guzhan dared to do this.
Eagle Strike Sword Art was performed to the extreme, looking for a flaw.
Eight True Sword Styles, Rapid Sword Style!
The sword was fast and urgent, and Chen Guzhan had no time to react. He only felt a pain in his throat, as if it had been pierced through. It was extremely uncomfortable. In the next breath, Chen Zong's wooden sword continuously slashed at the same place on both of his arms.
"The fourth sword art is the Rapid Sword Style?" Elder Chen Xing was shocked and secretly guessed.
"Did he secretly learn my Rapid Sword Style?" Chen Yilong's face also changed greatly.
"Sword Art Group's champion, Chen Zong, three consecutive victories."
Following Elder Chen Xing's announcement, Chen He's face darkened.
"Next battle, Palm Art Group's champion, Chen Yong versus Leg Art Group's champion, Chen Ying."
As soon as they got on the stage, the two immediately got into a fighting stance. They didn't attack immediately, but instead stared at each other, looking for a flaw.
"The King of the First Seats is between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled lightly at Chen Zong. Chen Zong nodded, his battle intent surging.
Not long ago, he was still troubled by the difficulty of improving his cultivation. Now, not only did he enter the Clan Hall, but he also won the Sword Art Group's champion, and even had the qualifications to compete for the King of the First Seats.
Chen Yong fought steadily, while Chen Ying was like a raging torrent. The two collided again and again.
Chen Yong's palms were like an airtight defense, and no matter how Chen Ying attacked, he couldn't break through. After the previous three battles, his battle skills had improved, and so had Chen Ying, whose legs were faster and more powerful.
Both of them channeled their blood Qi, erupting with their full strength.
There was a limit to one's strength, especially on the attacking side. Chen Ying was exhausted after a series of fierce attacks, and Chen Yong seized the opportunity to send out a palm attack. This was a palm attack that had been accumulating power for a long time, and Chen Ying couldn't block it and was knocked out of the stage.
"Palm Art Group's champion, Chen Yong, three consecutive victories."
Chen Yong lamented that it wasn't easy to win. After losing three consecutive battles, he finally won one. It wasn't that embarrassing.
"Next battle, Blade Art Group's champion, Chen Fenghua versus Sword Art Group's champion, Chen Zong."
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