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The storm was cold, destroying heaven and earth.
When the long sword stabbed into the Netherworld Storm, it shattered inch by inch from the tip of the sword and turned into powder. However, the power of the Secret Sword Technique was not damaged at all. It still broke through the storm with amazing sharpness and stabbed forward.
The weapons of the Hundred Battlefields were specially made. Although they were not pseudo-spiritual weapons, they were stronger than first-stage pseudo-spiritual weapons in terms of hardness and were comparable to second-stage pseudo-spiritual weapons. Even so, Chen Zong's full-powered sword was too powerful. Coupled with the terrifying power of the Netherworld Storm, the long sword suffered more pressure under the collision and naturally shattered.
Inside the Netherworld Storm, Mo Sen's long sword also shattered inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, under everyone's gaze, the terrifying Netherworld Storm, which seemed to come from the depths of hell, swallowed Chen Zong's body. However, Chen Zong's sword also stabbed into the Netherworld Storm and pierced through it.
Rumbling sounds continued to erupt from the Nether Storm, and every sound caused the hearts of the surrounding people to involuntarily beat wildly.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, only a few breaths had passed. The Netherworld Storm seemed to be unable to withstand the powerful impact and disintegrated from the inside. It shattered inch by inch and turned into gusts of cold wind that blew in all directions. At the same time, everyone only saw a figure fly back like a meteorite.
"It's Mo Sen!"
"Mo Sen was actually repelled."
Everyone was shocked.
The Netherworld Storm had completely dissipated. Chen Zong stood empty-handed in the ruined Hundred Battles Arena. His sword robe was tattered beyond recognition, his hair was messy, his face was pale, and his body was aching faintly.
The power of the Netherworld Storm was too strong.
In the distance, Mo Sen clutched his chest with one hand. There was a charred black palm print on his chest. A terrifying blazing energy was surging through his body and wreaking havoc, causing him to feel a tearing pain if he moved even a little.
The earlier intense battle had exhausted most of his strength. The final Nether Storm had exhausted all of his remaining strength. Now, Mo Sen did not have much strength left in his body.
Chen Zong was also the same. His tyrannical True Power poured out in torrents and was completely used to display the Secret Sword Point Star. The reason why he was able to force Mo Sen back and injure him was also because of his powerful body refinement cultivation. He was able to display the Primeval Iron Forging Hand.
"Do you still want to fight?" Chen Zong retorted. Even though he had used up all of his True Power, he still had more than half of his physical strength left, so he could still fight.
"You win," Mo Sen said. His expression was still cold.
There was no excuse for him to find. Now that he had exhausted all his strength, he had no strength to fight anymore. On the other hand, Chen Zong seemed to still have some strength left. He had no choice but to admit defeat.
After admitting defeat, Mo Sen turned around and left the ruined Hundred Battles Arena step by step.
"We won."
"Chen Zong won."
"Too terrifying, this kind of strength is too terrifying."
"This kind of combat strength can definitely be ranked on the Minor Heaven Ascension List," A Pseudo Transcendent of the Hundred Battles Tower sighed.
"He hasn't won eighty consecutive victories yet. Should we send someone to snipe him?"
"Although Chen Zong won, he seems to be an arrow at the end of its flight. Send someone. Maybe they can defeat him, but if that's the case, I'm afraid the following matches won't be as exciting, and the profits of the Hundred Battles Arena will drop again."
"There are still three matches left before Chen Zong has a chance to win eighty consecutive victories. Send someone to snipe him. If he loses, he can only blame himself."
The next opponent was immediately sent to the stage, not giving Chen Zong time to recover his strength. The rules of the Hundred Battles Arena also forbade taking pills to restore strength.
"You're very strong, but how much strength do you have left?"
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The challenger thought that he had seized the opportunity. As long as he defeated Chen Zong, regardless of whether he won or lost, he would leave behind an indelible record. That was, he had once defeated Chen Zong, who had terrifying battle prowess.
"More than enough to defeat you." Chen Zong smiled faintly and tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. With a loud bang, the stone floor under his feet shattered instantly. Before his opponent could react, Chen Zong's fist landed on his opponent's body.
With a bang, the unparalleled challenger was sent flying, coughing up blood.
"He won again."
"It seems that Chen Zong still has a lot of strength left."
Soon, another challenger came to the stage and attacked Chen Zong from a distance without saying a word.
With a wave of his hand, Chen Zong shattered all the attacks and punched out. His fist energy was like a dragon, roaring as it smashed towards his opponent, sending him flying with a single punch.
"He won again."
"He's only one match away from eighty consecutive victories."
"I'll fight you this time." With a deep voice, a tall and mighty middle-aged man fell on the ruined Hundred Battles Arena like a huge rock. Dust and smoke billowed into the sky around him.
This man was wearing a short gray coat. The muscles on his exposed arms bulged as if they were made of steel. His forearms and wrists were wrapped with black chains as thick as a little finger, which added to his fierceness.
There was a scar on his ordinary face. His eyes were fierce and sharp, like a lurking beast that could scare ordinary warriors with a glance.
He was one of the warriors trained by the Hundred Battles Arena to snipe challengers who had a winning streak.
From his appearance alone, Chen Zong could see that his opponent's physique was very strong. He should have practiced a Body Refining Technique and had achieved a certain level of attainment. However, he didn't know how strong he was until they fought.
"Take my punch!" With a loud shout, the middle-aged man glared fiercely. He raised his fist and punched forward like an arrow on a bow.
Boom!
The fist energy rushed out like a fierce tiger, bringing up dust and smoke in the sky. It was like an earth dragon roaring, and countless rocks were flying.
This punch was very fierce, as if it could crush a mountain.
"About the strength of an early four-star warrior," Chen Zong thought. He immediately punched out and shattered his opponent's fist energy.
At his peak, his Body Refining Technique could compete with an early five-star warrior. If he used the Mixed Iron Refining Hand, he would be even more powerful.
Although Xiao Chen had exhausted a lot of his physical strength in the fight with Mo Sen, he had recovered some of his physical strength after the two fights earlier. Now, he was about sixty percent of his peak.
Sixty percent of his Body Refining Technique was not something an ordinary four-star warrior could compare with.
Seeing that Chen Zong still had the strength to break his attack with one punch, the middle-aged man was surprised and attacked again.
He continuously punched out with both fists. Wave after wave of fist energy was like a fierce tiger or a fierce dragon. The continuous bombardment caused the ground to shake and the mountains to shake. The momentum was shocking.
After throwing out dozens of punches, the middle-aged man didn't stop. Instead, he let out a loud shout and his upper body swelled up as if it was filled with air. His muscles bulged and there was a faint layer of blood red color that emitted traces of pure blood Qi fluctuations.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. The sound was like the sound of flowing water. It was the momentum brought by the flow of Qi and blood. His powerful Qi and blood all went to his right arm. A strange scene appeared. The middle-aged man's right arm kept expanding, and the other parts of his body seemed to shrink.
The black chains wrapped around his right arm flew up and danced like snakes. They instantly turned red.
"Blood Prison Dragon Breaking Fist!"
With a loud shout, the middle-aged man used all his strength to attack with this Heaven Level Body Refining Technique.
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The terrifying Qi and blood soared into the sky like smoke signals. His right arm, which had expanded like a pillar, seemed to shatter the air in front of it. His right arm quickly shrank as if it was shrinking. A blood-red dragon head rushed out of the blood prison. It roared with shocking destructive power and fiercely attacked Chen Zong.
"So powerful!" Chen Zong couldn't help but be shocked. "The power of this punch has reached the peak of four-star."
If Chen Zong was at his peak, he could ignore it. However, he only had sixty percent of his strength now. It was a little difficult.
No matter what, Chen Zong had to win.
Taking a deep breath, his Pure Yang Blood Qi surged toward his right arm and gathered in his right palm. His entire palm swelled to the size of a millstone and glowed red. It emitted a terrifying heat that caused the surrounding air to distort as if there was an invisible mist rising.
It felt as if Chen Zong's right palm was compressed into a blazing sun that was incomparably hot.
Mixed Iron Refining Hand!
He slammed his palm forward and directly hit the Blood Prison Dragon Head. At the moment of collision, the terrifying heat and violent power directly shattered the Blood Prison Dragon Head. It turned into a shocking blood-red Qi and rushed out in all directions.
Immediately, the blood-red palm flew out and blasted toward the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was shocked and quickly raised his arms to block.
With a bang, he felt like his arms were broken. The terrifying heat kept invading his arms, burning his Qi and blood.
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
There was no way to resist.
"Congratulations to Chen Zong for his eighty consecutive victories."
A voice came from the Hundred Battle Tower.
In the spectator stands, everyone was stunned at first, then cheered.
Eighty consecutive victories!
Chen Zong's eighty consecutive victories were very exciting. Everyone thought it was difficult to achieve.
First, it was the fierce battle with Mo Sen. Everyone thought he couldn't win, but he still won in the end. However, it seemed like Chen Zong had exhausted his strength.
According to the Hundred Battle Tower's usual practice, they would definitely send someone to snipe him. Sure enough, the last battle was a sniper from the Hundred Battle Tower, and their combat power was not weak.
Especially that Blood Prison Dragon Breaking Fist, which was even more shocking.
Even so, Chen Zong still won.
It felt like being thrown into the clouds, falling instantly, and then being thrown up again. The feeling of rising and falling in an instant was too exhilarating.
In the Hundred Battle Tower, several pseudo-Transcendents looked at each other.
They had indeed arranged for someone to snipe Chen Zong, the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's combat power was not weak, especially the Blood Prison Dragon Breaking Fist, which had peak Four-Star combat power.
If it was Chen Zong at his peak, it would not be enough. However, Chen Zong had just fought Mo Sen with his full strength, and his strength was nearly exhausted.
"I didn't expect this kid's Body Refinement cultivation to be so high."
"He also mastered a Body Refinement Martial Art more powerful than the Blood Prison Dragon Breaking Fist."
"Unexpected, completely unexpected."
Several pseudo-Transcendents smiled bitterly.
Now that Chen Zong had won eighty consecutive victories, today's battle was over. In the future, Chen Zong would continue to challenge others, but it would be difficult to find such an opportunity again.
And with Chen Zong's combat power, it would not be difficult for him to win ninety consecutive victories.
In fact, he might even have a chance to reach the most difficult hundred consecutive victories.
The pseudo-Transcendents in the Hundred Battle Tower had complicated thoughts. On one hand, they wanted to see a hundred consecutive victories, but on the other hand, they did not want Chen Zong to win a hundred consecutive victories.
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