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The long snake flying dagger was fast and nimble. It quickly swam in the air and surrounded Chen Zong. Like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, it launched a surprise attack as fast as lightning.
With both swords in his hands, he was firm and unbreakable. He blocked all the attacks. The path of the swords was clear and simple. There were only a few of them coming and going. There was not a bit of unfathomable feeling.
The short man used all his strength to launch the flying daggers. His goal was not to defeat Chen Zong, because Chen Zong's battle power was very strong. His main mission was to exhaust Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.
Little did he know, Chen Zong was actually using his opponent to perform his own ultimate move.
The short middle-aged man used all his strength to launch the last of his flying daggers. Every flying dagger was as fast as lightning.
With both swords, all the flying daggers were split apart.
Immediately, the dazzling cross-shaped sword light pierced through tens of meters and directly imprinted on the short middle-aged man's body. It broke through his protective True Power. The sword energy was violent, overbearing, and endless. It slashed the short middle-aged man out of the arena.
Six consecutive victories!
This was also the so-called 96 consecutive victories.
Immediately, the next opponent landed on the Hundred Battles Arena. It was an old man with a hunchback. He held a bronze tiger head cane.
The tiger head cane was a strange weapon. Very few people knew how to use it because it was not easy to cultivate. However, it was very powerful and not easy to deal with.
The old man walked step by step towards Chen Zong. His footsteps were getting faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed a hundred meters. His slightly hunchback body seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, he fiercely smashed out with his cane. Wind and thunder surged, and it was like a fierce tiger's roar.
Another four star battle power expert.
Chen Zong blocked with one sword and counterattacked with one sword. His sword technique was very ordinary.
The tiger head cane turned. The sharp end pierced through the air like a sharp sword, as if it wanted to pierce through Chen Zong.
The Bronze Tiger Head Cane in the hunchbacked old man's hand was being played with by him with great vigor and vigor.
The air surged, the strong True Power roared, like a hundred tigers roaring, the momentum was astonishing.
The old man's purpose was the same as the short middle-aged man's. He didn't want to defeat Chen Zong, but wanted to exhaust Chen Zong's strength as much as possible so that the snipers behind him could take advantage of the situation.
Chen Zong, on the other hand, also used the old man to perform his unique skill.
After a fierce battle, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was still ordinary and mediocre. He only swung a few swords back and forth, slashing vertically and horizontally, but every single one of his swords blocked all of the old man's attacks and repelled the old man time and time again.
"Hundred Tigers Wreak Havoc!"
A vigorous voice rang out, and the Ancient Bronze Tiger Head Cane blossomed with a simple and profound luster. The tiger head seemed to have come alive, and it let out a mighty roar that shook the forest.
Phantoms of tiger heads rushed out one after another. There were more than a hundred of them, and they all rushed towards Chen Zong from all directions.
The old man's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly. This move had exhausted all of his strength. He stared at Chen Zong who was surrounded by more than a hundred tiger heads, hoping that this move could cause some damage to Chen Zong and weaken Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.
More than a hundred tiger heads were indeed ferocious. They rushed from all directions, and each tiger head carried an astonishing power.
Chen Zong's face was calm. With two swords in his hands, the sword energy flowed continuously. The two swords slashed out dazzling cross-shaped sword light, smashing more than a hundred tiger heads.
After a series of explosions, the smoke dissipated.
The old man's face turned paler, and then he smiled bitterly. Before Chen Zong could attack, he took the initiative to admit defeat. He had no choice but to admit defeat. He had exhausted all of his strength.
Ninety-seven consecutive victories!
Three more opponents left, and he would get one.
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One hundred consecutive victories. Everyone was getting more and more excited.
A new opponent appeared in the Hundred Battles Arena. It was a woman in a rose red gown. Although she looked a little old, and there were traces of age at the corners of her eyes, she was still charming. She must have been a beautiful woman when she was young.
The woman smiled slightly, and a cold light shone in her hand. It was a soft sword.
It was more difficult to practice a soft sword than a normal sword, but it was often more difficult to resist once it was mastered.
"Little brother, I know I'm no match for you. Please show mercy," the woman said with a smile.
"Please." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
As the woman chuckled, her rose-red gown trembled slightly. It was like a blooming flower or a red cloud drifting over. The soft sword slashed through the air, creating ripple-like luster. Layer after layer, there was no beginning and no end.
The woman was like a flower, and the sword was like water.
Chen Zong's eyes lit up slightly. The combat strength displayed by the woman was at most at the peak of the four-star level, which was nothing. However, her swordsmanship was interesting. Chen Zong had never seen it before, so he stared at it carefully, adding bricks and tiles to the foundation of his swordsmanship.
The two swords went back and forth, and all the attacks were blocked by Chen Zong. They couldn't hurt Chen Zong at all. The woman was very helpless. She had already used all her strength. The soft sword was like a flying snake. When it was sharp, it could cut gold and break jade. When it was flexible, it could twist and turn thousands of times. When it was continuous, it could flow like water. However, it couldn't hurt Chen Zong at all. The two swords were like a natural moat, completely blocking all the attacks.
However, the woman's purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, but to exhaust Chen Zong's strength as much as possible. Therefore, she displayed her swordsmanship to the extreme, and repeatedly used strange moves without caring about her own consumption.
However, Chen Zong seemed to be bottomless. Until now, no one knew how much strength he had consumed.
Chen Zong had almost grasped the essence of his opponent's soft sword swordsmanship. His two swords were also sharpened to a certain extent. The cross-shaped sword light flashed out, and the sword force quickly repelled the woman directly.
The sword force was not only fierce, violent, and domineering, but also contained an amazing sharpness. The woman tried her best to resist, but she couldn't stop herself from retreating. When she was out of the Hundred Battles Arena, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
When fighting with Chen Zong, it really felt like everything was out of control. Instead, everything was going according to the opponent's will.
The fact was indeed so. Under the pressure of Chen Zong's two swords, she had to use all her strength. In the end, she was defeated without any luck.
Ninety-eight consecutive victories!
There were only two more matches left to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, and the opponents in these two matches were often the strongest.
The opponent in the ninety-ninth match was a bald man. He didn't wear any clothes on his upper body. His muscles looked like they were made of steel, full of violent strength.
The weapon he used was also very interesting. It was an oval shield that was one meter long and half a meter wide. The front of the shield was covered with sharp awls, which looked very ferocious.
This person placed his shield in front of him, firmly defending himself. After that, he shifted his center of gravity downwards and closed in on Chen Zong step by step. He was like an elite on the battlefield setting up a battle formation. An astonishing aura emanated from him, spreading out. When he ran quickly, it was as if thousands of soldiers and horses were charging together, causing the entire arena to tremble.
Advancing, continuously advancing forward, as if he wanted to use this method to force Chen Zong out of the arena. Chen Zong swung his sword. The cross-shaped sword light slashed on the shield, but was completely blocked. The bald man's body only paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward.
When he was ten meters away from Chen Zong, suddenly, the bald man's True Power swept out and covered the two shields, and the two shields overlapped in an instant. In the roar, his whole body was wrapped in a tyrannical strength, like a fierce meteorite.
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He blasted towards Chen Zong.
The momentum was amazing, like a meteorite falling, destroying everything.
Chen Zong had no intention of dodging. Instead, he crossed his two swords in front of him, blocking the attack head-on.
The terrible impact shattered the arena. When the two swords collided with Chen Zong's, an amazing sound resounded through the sky. The arena under his feet was completely shattered, and his feet collapsed.
The bald man's face was fierce. He tried his best to attack and suppress Chen Zong, but Chen Zong's two swords did not move at all.
Maybe the bald man's strength was not bad, and his battle strength was strong enough to fight against an early Five-Star, but compared to Chen Zong, there was still a big gap.
The two swords trembled slightly, and the sword energy surged. The violent and tyrannical power rushed out, and suddenly the bald man leaned back. The power was endless, like a tide, wave after wave, endless impact, but the power of each wave was so terrifying.
Unable to resist, the bald man's face was full of shock. He could not stop his feet from retreating, and every step he took would crush a piece of the arena's stone floor.
He retreated all the way back to the edge of the Hundred Battles Arena. Even though he tried his best to stop his footsteps, the continuous momentum of the sword energy was completely unexpected. He was unable to resist it, and when he took the last step back, he fell off the arena.
"What a terrifying power."
One by one, they stared at the broken path on the Hundred Battles Arena that was created by the two feet. It was at least a few hundred meters long, and they were all shocked.
"Ninety-nine wins in a row."
"There's only one match left. Chen Zong is going to get a hundred wins in a row."
In the spectator seats, everyone was getting more and more excited.
The last match was coming, and the decisive moment was coming.
In the waiting area, Chen Zong's last opponent also stood up. He took a step forward and appeared in the Hundred Battles Arena as if he had teleported. He was holding a long saber in his hand.
This person looked ordinary, and it was difficult to recognize him in the crowd. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, and there were crow's feet at the corner of his eyes. However, his eyes were deep and calm, like a deep pool.
"Defeat me, and you will get a hundred wins in a row." The middle-aged man said to Chen Zong slowly with one hand behind his back and the other holding the saber. Then he took a step forward, as if he was leisurely strolling in his own backyard and admiring the blooming flowers. He walked slowly step by step toward Chen Zong.
It felt like he was not here to fight, but to chat with Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's eyes narrowed. Others might not be able to sense it, but he could clearly feel it. As the middle-aged man leisurely walked over step by step, there seemed to be a faint aura quietly condensing on his body. It was very subtle, almost undetectable. If Chen Zong's perception did not surpass that of other cultivators, he would not have been able to detect it.
The momentum was very subtle, but it constantly diffused and scattered around the middle-aged man. Chen Zong had a feeling that when the middle-aged man walked to a certain distance, the scattered momentum would gather in an instant. At that time, it would release a destructive blow like a volcanic eruption.
Aware of this, Chen Zong's expression did not change. He did not attack, but let the opponent accumulate momentum.
Chen Zong wanted to achieve a hundred wins in a row, but he also wanted to fight a strong opponent.
The stronger this middle-aged man was, the happier Chen Zong was. Of course, it was impossible for the other party to be a Pseudo Transcendent, otherwise, it would be a slap to his face. It was also impossible for him to have a Six Star combat strength. It was no longer something that could be achieved through time, but rather through talent.
As for those who possessed Six Star strength, they would often reach the Pseudo Transcendent Realm by the time they reached forty or fifty years old.
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