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"Tiger Leaps Over Thousand Mountains!"
"Tiger Stomps Over Ten Thousand Forests!"
"Tiger-taming Spear Style!"
Move after move of tyrannical power was unleashed. It was as if a ferocious tiger was roaring, unleashing all its demonic might as it mercilessly blasted towards Chen Zong. Especially the last move, it was the culmination of all its might and was shockingly powerful.
However, Chen Zong still waved his sword and blocked them one by one. He was not defeated at all.
When the last sword swept out, the sword force was continuous and sent his opponent flying.
He won another match.
Then, Chen Zong won one match after another. His opponents were so weak that they could not even block his casual sword, let alone help him comprehend his unique skill.
90 consecutive wins!
"90 consecutive wins."
"Amazing."
"He should be challenging for a 100 consecutive wins."
"100 consecutive wins. It hasn't happened for a long time. Finally, someone is going to challenge for a 100 consecutive wins."
"Ninety consecutive victories just like that. Isn't it a little too easy?" The few young men were stunned. Soon after, they laughed.
"Looks like I'll come and play some other day. It's not a bad idea to get a 100 consecutive wins and leave a statue here for people to admire." One of the young men laughed as if the challenge of the Hundred Battles Arena was very easy and he could get as many consecutive wins as he wanted.
"I think it's okay. Why don't you come the day after tomorrow? You can fight Chen Zong and end his winning streak."
"Okay, let's do that."
In a few words, the young men made a decision.
After winning 90 consecutive wins, Chen Zong got up and left the Hundred Battles Arena. He did not have the leisure to wander around. He went straight back to his residence and continued to practice his unique skill.
With Chen Zong's hard work, his unique skill became clearer little by little, but it was still a long way to go.
The outside of the house was brightly lit. People were talking about the Hundred Battles Arena. The name Chen Zong was constantly mentioned, as if it was hanging on the lips of everyone.
The young men were having their meal in the restaurant. From time to time, they would hear the words' Zhanzheng Jian 'or' Chen Zong '. The more they heard, the more annoyed they became, and they couldn't help but become violent.
"Shut up!" The young man with long and narrow eyes shouted coldly. His body exuded a shockingly cold and sharp aura. It was like an invisible sword Qi piercing through the air, causing the others in the restaurant to tremble.
"Chen Zong, Chen Zong, Chen Zong. Who does he think he is? Why do you idiots keep talking about him?"
"I will kill whoever dares to mention this name."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold murderous intent filled the air. It was as if the entire restaurant was about to be crushed.
None of them dared to make a sound. They didn't even dare to move for fear of being killed.
"Enough, what's the point of bickering with a bunch of ants?" The leader of the young men spoke up, his tone filled with arrogance and indifference, making those who heard him feel very uncomfortable.
"Hmph," The young man sat down, his expression cold.
As the murderous intent dissipated, the people in the restaurant didn't even dare to move. It was only after a long time that some of them stood up and left, trembling with fear. Not long after, only a few people remained in the restaurant. These people were all Pseudo Transcendents, so naturally they weren't afraid of a few True Martial Realm cultivators.
On the contrary, they were quite disdainful. However, that Chen Zong had nothing to do with them, so they naturally wouldn't meddle in his business.
Chen Zong didn't know about these things and was still immersed in his comprehension.
The night passed and when the sun rose, a new day had arrived. Today was the Pseudo Transcendent Stage True Martial Arena, so Chen Zong didn't plan on watching.
Walking out of his residence, Chen Zong nodded.
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Zong strolled into the streets of Hundred Battles City, seemingly aimlessly walking along the wide street, his mind still focused on comprehending the unique skills of the Unhindered Sword Tome.
As he walked, Chen Zong relied on the portion of his consciousness he had left outside to step into a restaurant and sit down by the window.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant waiter trotted over and wiped the table again while asking with a smile.
"Give me a few signature dishes and a jar of wine." Chen Zong responded casually. His main focus was on comprehending the unique skills, regardless of whether he was walking, sitting, or lying down.
"Okay, please have some tea first," The waiter skillfully served Chen Zong hot tea.
Not long after, four young men also stepped into the restaurant, their eyes sweeping over and landing on Chen Zong. [Ai ↑ Go △ Xiao ↓ Say △ w]
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"It's him."
"Let's go."
With that, one of them walked in front of Chen Zong and put his hands on the edge of the table, looking down at him condescendingly. His eyes were cold, as if he wanted to see through Chen Zong.
"Chen Zong, don't be too arrogant."
Chen Zong was slightly stunned when he heard these words.
Too arrogant?
He had never acted in a flamboyant manner, so how could he be arrogant?
"Does it feel good to have your name repeatedly mentioned by everyone? Do you think that you're high and mighty and invincible?" The young man's eyes were cold and sharp like a sword, his words aggressive and sarcastic, "Remember my words, you are nothing. Tomorrow, you will know."
After saying that, the young man got up and walked back to his original place.
Chen Zong's expression returned to calm and he didn't refute the other party because he was too lazy.
There was no benefit in this kind of verbal battle, so it was better to divide his attention to comprehend his unique skills.
Chen Zong didn't respond, which made the young man very unhappy, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart. He would wait until tomorrow's Hundred Battles Arena to teach him a lesson.
After a delicious meal, Chen Zong left the restaurant and returned to his residence along the street to continue cultivating.
Now that his cultivation had reached the peak of the 9th Layer of the True Martial Realm, Chen Zong didn't have the slightest clue about the tenth layer, which symbolized the peak of the True Martial Realm. For a while, he didn't know how to break through, so he could only take it slow.
In fact, after a normal cultivator reached the peak of the 9th Layer of the True Martial Realm, they could begin accumulating their True Qi in preparation for breaking through to the Pseudo Transcendent Realm.
There was only one way to break through to the Pseudo Transcendent Realm, and that was to open an aperture.
After opening an aperture, one's True Qi would undergo a transformation and become even more powerful. It was something between True Qi and Spirit Energy at the Transcendent Realm, a kind of pseudo Spirit Energy. Although it was inferior to real Spirit Energy, it was still many times stronger than True Qi.
It was very difficult for an ordinary cultivator to open an aperture. This was also the reason why many cultivators who reached the peak of the 9th Layer of the True Martial Realm would be stuck at a bottleneck for decades or even longer, unable to break through.
As for Chen Zong, that was not the case. He could clearly feel that as long as he wanted to, he could transform his tyrannical True Qi into a more powerful Pseudo Spirit Qi. When he stepped into the Pseudo Transcendent Realm, his combat strength would soar.
This was because Chen Zong had opened two apertures when he was in the True Qi Refining Realm.
The Heaven's Peak Aperture and the Earth Abyss Aperture!
For example, Chen Zong had a door in front of him, and Chen Zong had the key to open the door. As long as he wanted to, he could directly open the door and walk into a wider world.
However, Chen Zong didn't want to. The 10th Layer of the True Martial Realm was his next goal.
Moreover, he needed to first cultivate the second transformation of the Heart Change Form, and it would be best if he could cultivate the third transformation of the Heart Change Form before breaking through to the Pseudo Transcendent Realm. After all, pseudo Spirit Qi was many times stronger than True Qi, and if he wanted to integrate it with his other True Qi, the difficulty would be greatly increased.
But if …
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If he first integrated his True Martial Realm, then after he broke through, he wouldn't need to integrate his True Qi again.
Based on these two points, no matter what, Chen Zong couldn't break through to the Pseudo Transcendent Realm now.
So, if he wanted to enhance his combat strength, he could only cultivate the Heart Change Form and create his own unique skills.
As night fell, Chen Zong was still cultivating.
As the sky brightened, Chen Zong woke up from his cultivation, got up, and walked in the direction of the Hundred Battlefield.
When Chen Zong arrived at the Hundred Battlefield, the spectator stands were already full of people, even more crowded than last time. Because today was Chen Zong's challenge to win a hundred consecutive victories, it was of great significance and couldn't be missed.
Among the tens of thousands of spectators, there were also many pseudo Transcendent Realm masters who were full of interest.
Since ancient times, very few people had been able to win a hundred consecutive victories; after all, the Hundred Battlefield wouldn't allow others to win a hundred consecutive victories and would instead try to stop them.
Holding the number wooden plate, Chen Zong walked up to the waiting area.
In the waiting area, Chen Zong felt five fierce and tyrannical gazes fall on him, almost as if they were real.
The owners of these gazes weren't young, at least forty years old. Chen Zong suddenly had a feeling that these people might be his opponents today.
It seemed that they were all masters cultivated by the Hundred Battlefield, each one of them not weak in combat strength.
In addition to these five people, there were also others in the waiting area who were going to participate in the challenge. After all, if they didn't fight against Chen Zong, they might also be able to win a few consecutive victories.
After a while, a young man walked up, his whole body exuding a sharp aura, like an invisible Sword Qi.
The young man's sharp eyes swept over the crowd and finally fell on Chen Zong, a cold sneer appearing on his face.
"I wonder if Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories?"
"He should be able to, his strength is so strong."
"I think it's a little difficult. The Hundred Battlefield won't let him win a hundred consecutive victories. You know, the Hundred Battlefield has cultivated many masters, each of them is not weak."
"Yes."
"Today, there will definitely be several exciting battles."
"I hope Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories."
Amidst countless discussions, today's challenges in the Hundred Battles Arena began.
The first one to enter the arena was not Chen Zong, because Chen Zong was not the first one to arrive.
Chen Zong stared at the battles in the Hundred Battles Arena, but most of his mind was actually focused on the comprehension of his unique skill.
The outcome of the battles in the Hundred Battles Arena was soon decided.
Then, another person rushed into the Hundred Battles Arena and continued to fight.
One battle after another, Chen Zong's name was soon called. The voice was unusually loud, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement.
There might be a chance for a hundred consecutive victories. How could he not be excited?
"I know I'm no match for you, but I won't admit defeat." Chen Zong's opponent said seriously, as if he wanted to release a monstrous fire with the weak candlelight. Although it was an extravagant hope, Chen Zong still let him use his full strength, and then defeated him with one sword strike.
If they were too weak, they wouldn't be of any use in tempering themselves.
When the voice rang out and the next opponent was about to leave the waiting area, the young man suddenly stood up and pressed down on the man's shoulder.
"Give me the wooden token," the young man said calmly, with a hint of coldness in his voice.
The man was about to get angry, but he found that he could not move. A terrifying aura enveloped him, as if an invisible sword had pierced through his body. In horror, he quickly handed over his wooden token.
The young man took the wooden token, a cold smile on his lips, and stepped out.
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