(Geniuses from other families are meant to be defeated.)
In the room, Chen Zong finished practicing the Tiger Roar Formula. He quickly took out an Energy Pill and threw it into his mouth.
"The sixth time, I'm almost done."
After adjusting his breath, he took out the Small Sword Scripture and started reading from the first page. He found that although there was not much content in the Small Sword Scripture, every time he read it carefully, he would always gain new insights. It was a wonderful feeling.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Is Chen Zong here?" A faint voice sounded, sounding a little anxious.
Putting down the Small Sword Scripture, Chen Zong quickly opened the door. A person was standing at the door. It was Chen Yidao.
"Yidao, what's the matter?" Chen Zong asked calmly.
"It's urgent. I came quickly." Chen Yidao panted and said quickly, "A Martial Disciple from other families came to challenge us. No one is a match for him. Moreover, he challenged you by name."
"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zong's eyes lit up.
Ever since Chen Fenghua, Chen Guzhan, and the other three had all broken through to become martial artists, Chen Zong had felt a little lonely. No matter what, the four of them had once been able to exchange blows with him. If it were other martial disciples from the Clan Hall, they wouldn't even be able to block one of his attacks.
"Tang Junluo from the Tang Family," Chen Yidao said quickly. He didn't know this person and didn't know how strong he was.
"Tang Junluo." Chen Zong's eyes were as sharp as swords.
This name was told to him by Sister Yun. He was one of the people he needed to pay attention to. Chen Zong was looking forward to meeting him, but he didn't expect to meet him now.
"Let's go." Chen Zong walked faster than Chen Yidao.
On the training field, almost all the Martial Disciples from the Clan Hall were there, including Elder Xing. There were also two strangers, one old and one young.
"Chen Zong hasn't come yet?" The young man was wearing a purple martial suit with a golden dragon embroidered on it. He looked mysterious and noble.
"I've already called him. You'll know what a master is by then," Chen Baiqi said angrily.
"I look forward to it." The young man, Tang Junluo, had his hands behind his back. He had the posture of a king. His tone was indifferent, as if he was high and mighty. The Martial Disciples of the Chen Clan were furious, but there was nothing they could do. It had been proven that none of them could withstand a single attack from Tang Junluo, and Tang Junluo hadn't even used his weapon.
Now, they could only place all their hopes on Chen Zong.
"But why hasn't Chen Zong arrived yet? He's too slow. I'm so anxious."
"Elder Tang Zhigu, the Tang Family has produced an amazing junior." Elder Xing said with a smile. He was quite elegant. Competitions between the younger generation of the clan would happen from time to time. A temporary victory or defeat was nothing.
"Not at all, not at all. Jun Luo has only tempered his Blood Qi seven times." Elder Tang Zhigu pretended to be modest, but he emphasized the word "seven times". His face was full of pride, and it made people want to punch his old face.
Elder Xing was shocked.
Seven times!
Since the establishment of the Chen Clan Hall, no one had ever achieved this. He couldn't help but sigh. The three big clans were indeed different. The five big clans couldn't be compared to them.
"Now that you're challenging the Martial Disciples of the various clans, could it be that you're accumulating momentum and attempting the eighth time?" Elder Xing probed.
"That's right." Tang Junluo answered himself. His tone was calm, but one could still hear the pride in it.
To temper one's Blood Qi eight times was a level that no one in the entire history of the Martial Wind City had ever achieved.
The conversation between Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu was not concealed. Chen Zong, who had just arrived, happened to hear it. In an instant, a powerful gaze was directed at Chen Zong, like the gaze of a king. It brought a trace of inexplicable pressure to Chen Zong, making him involuntarily feel excited.
Without any hesitation, Chen Zong's gaze immediately locked onto the other party. With just a glance, he knew that it was the genius of the Tang Family, Tang Junluo.
Their gazes were like lightning. In an instant, it was as if countless sparks were bursting out. Everyone seemed to smell the burning smell in the air.
"Chen Zong, come here." Elder Xing waved his hand. Chen Zong withdrew his gaze and walked over.
"He is the Tang Family's Tang Junluo. Now, he has already tempered his Blood Qi seven times. Moreover, Tang Junluo's innate strength is beyond the norm. When he was at the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, he had the strength of seven hundred Jin with a single arm." Elder Xing said in a low voice, "Our Chen Family tempered our Blood Qi with the Tiger Roar Technique. The Tang Family tempered their Blood Qi with the Hidden Dragon Technique, which means that the dragon hides in the abyss and soars to the sky with one leap."
"Seven hundred Jin, seven times!" Chen Zong was shocked. A trace of battle intent emerged from the depths of his heart.
"The Hidden Dragon Technique's cultivation is the most important. It emphasizes that one is the king and tens of thousands of people retreat. The stronger the aura, the better the cultivation results. It can even allow one to break through one's own limits." Elder Xing's voice could only be heard by himself and Chen Zong. "Tang Junluo has already defeated the Martial Disciple geniuses of the Li Family, the Zhao Family, and the other four families. He only needs to defeat you and the other geniuses of the Martial Wind City. Then, he will accumulate enough aura to break through the eighth time and create a new record in the Martial Wind City."
"So he wants to use me as a stepping stone. Then I will let him know that I am not a stone. I am a mountain that cannot be crossed." Chen Zong's tone was firm and sharp.
"Good." Elder Xing couldn't help but cheer. Although he didn't think that Chen Zong could defeat Tang Junluo, and the possibility of him being defeated was very high, he admired Chen Zong's aura.
To practice martial arts, one must be so fearless. To practice the sword, one must be so sharp.
"So you are Chen Zong. Take my fist first." Tang Junluo took a step forward. His body was like a swimming dragon as he punched out. The fist energy whistled like a giant python coming out of its hole. It was the Horned Python Fist Art of the Tang Family.
"Take my fist as well!" Chen Zong didn't draw his sword. He also punched out. His body turned into a roaring tiger, shattering the air.
Neither of them used their blood Qi. Moreover, both the Horned Python Fist Art and the Tiger Strength Fist Art had reached perfection.
The crowd felt as if they were watching a giant python and a fierce tiger fighting.
With a bang, the air was shattered. The air was turbulent, and the dust was blown into the air. Tang Junluo's body shook slightly, while Chen Zong took a small step back.
In terms of the strength of one arm, Tang Junluo was 200 pounds stronger than Chen Zong. In terms of the realm of martial arts, they were equal. Chen Zong should have been knocked back directly. However, Chen Zong's left arm had an iron plate weighing 25 pounds. Although it increased the burden on him, it also made his fist stronger. Therefore, he only took a small step back.
"With your standard strength, you can block my fist and only take a small step back. Very good." Tang Junluo spoke like a senior master. "However, you are not as good as me."
"I practice the sword, and you practice the spear. We haven't fought yet. How can we be inferior?" Chen Zong retorted calmly. He unsheathed his iron sword and pointed it at Tang Junluo. His blood Qi flowed faster because of his excitement.
"I will make you admit your defeat." Tang Junluo reached for the weapon on his back. It was a two-part spear. When buckled, it became a 1.7-meter-long spear. The body of the spear was golden and engraved with dragon patterns. It was obviously an excellent weapon. In terms of quality, it was much better than Chen Zong's iron sword.
With the golden dragon-patterned spear in hand, Tang Junluo's momentum suddenly changed. He was like a general who had killed countless enemies.
"My spear art is called the Hidden Dragon." Tang Junluo's voice seemed to carry a kind of inexplicable power, which brought pressure to the crowd. He twisted his body and made a gesture of retracting the spear, like a dragon hiding in the abyss, ready to soar into the sky.
"Please." Chen Zong made the starting gesture of the Residual Shadow Sword Art. A sense of perfection spread out.
Then, Tang Junluo bounced up. The cold light bloomed in front of his eyes. The spear was like a dragon.
Chen Zong's body shook. The iron sword pierced through the air, and the sword shadows crisscrossed.
Everyone widened their eyes, trying to see clearly. But the two were too fast. They could only see the blurry spear and sword shadows colliding again and again.
With the spear in his hand, the Hidden Dragon Spear Art was suitable for both long-range and short-range attacks. The tip of the spear and the body of the spear could be used to fight the enemy.
The three Gates of Perfection were used alternately. You have me in you, and I have you in me. The power was immeasurable.
"He has practiced all three Foundation Establishment Sword Arts to the Perfection Realm." Elder Tang Zhigu was surprised.
As a genius Martial Disciple of the Tang family, Tang Junluo had only practiced the Horned Python Fist Art and the Hidden Dragon Spear Art to the Perfection Realm. But this Martial Disciple of the Chen family had mastered three. No, including the fist art just now, it was four.
"What amazing comprehension." Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed again.
"That's right. Although this child's physique and talent are average, his perception is still not bad." Elder Xing chuckled.
"No matter how good his comprehension is, he is no match for Junluo." Elder Tang Zhigu snorted.
"Haha, that's not necessarily true." Elder Xing would not admit defeat before the outcome was decided.
The Hidden Dragon Spear Art could train seventy percent of the body. Its power was naturally stronger than the Eagle Strike Sword Art. Chen Zong used the three Sword Arts to the extreme to resist Tang Junluo's spear attack. This was also thanks to Chen Zong's continuous practice of the Eighteen Fundamental Moves and the Fast, Accurate, and Steady Formula. It made Chen Zong's reaction faster and more flexible. His sword was faster, more accurate, and more stable.
Fight, fight, fight!
The spear shadows swept in all directions like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, flying straight into the sea of clouds.
The sword light pierced through the air. The sword shadows overlapped and swayed like a willow. Suddenly, they turned into eagles and flew down.
Gradually, Chen Zong had a new understanding of the three Sword Arts. As he waved his sword, the differences between the three Sword Arts seemed to disappear gradually.
"The sword follows the heart, and the mind is connected. This boy has a high talent in swordsmanship." Tang Zhigu was surprised again and a little jealous. Why was such a genius not in the Tang Family?
Although he still thought that Chen Zong was not as good as Tang Junluo, with this talent in swordsmanship, he was bound to become a master of swordsmanship. It was very important for any family.
Tang Junluo was shocked. He thought that with his strength, he could defeat his opponent without using blood Qi. He did not expect that it would be a tie. Gradually, his opponent's swordsmanship seemed to be getting better and better, and there was a tendency to suppress him.
"Coiling Dragon Style!" With a low shout, he held the spear with both hands and spun it around to block Chen Zong's iron sword. Then, he used his blood Qi and his skin turned red like a cooked prawn.
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