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On September 9, 394 of the Zhenwu calendar, the sun rose and shone on the earth.
On the Chen family's martial arts field, almost everyone who could move, from the head of the family to the servants who swept the floor, was gathered here because this was the annual event of the family: the Warrior Disciple Battle.
In the center of the martial arts field, the arena was built. It was one meter high, five meters long and five meters wide. It was built of hardwood as thick as three fingers and was very strong.
"Everyone …" Chen Wuxiong, the head of the family, jumped onto the arena and looked around. Everyone was quiet and focused on Chen Wuxiong. He said loudly, "This is the annual event of our Chen family …"
The content of his speech was the same as in previous years. However, under Chen Wuxiong's steady and powerful momentum, his impassioned speech made people's emotions fluctuate. Especially the teenagers who were about to participate in the Warrior Disciple Battle, they were even more excited and couldn't wait to show their skills immediately.
"According to the previous rules, let's invite the predetermined top three to come to the arena first." As soon as Chen Wuxiong's voice fell, a delicate shout rang out. A lithe and graceful figure leapt up from the stage. Her posture was as light as a red butterfly fluttering in the air. Landing behind Chen Wuxiong, her pair of round and beautiful legs appeared even more slender under the contrast of her deerskin shoes.
"Miss Yuyao is so beautiful."
"She's so beautiful. If only she could smile at me."
Under the arena, the disciples of the family were amazed.
She was beautiful, powerful, and well-respected. She deserved to be called a goddess.
With a slight sound of wind breaking, a figure rushed out like a wolf. He jumped and gently landed on the arena. This person was thin and his eyes were cold. There was a scar on his cheek, which made him look even more fierce.
"It's Chen Yidao."
"I knew it. He must be one of the predetermined top three."
Chen Yidao seemed not to hear the exclamations of the crowd. He looked straight ahead with his cold eyes and exuded a kind of aura like a lone wolf.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Chen Zhongjie and Chen Dalei pushed the crowd away, provoking a lot of angry shouts. Chen Zhi Gang leisurely walked past, lightly jumped, jumped onto the ring, walked to the center of the ring, looked around, with a faintly discernible smile on his face, as if he was the second, who would dare to claim to be the first.
"Chen Zhigang!"
"It's Brother Gang."
"Young Master Gang."
Below the arena, many people were extremely excited.
Chen Zhi Gang was known as the number one Martial Disciple under the age of fifteen in the Chen Family. His strength was outstanding, and he was also the object of admiration of many female disciples. His father was the number one martial artist in the family, and his every move was closely watched.
"Chen Zhigang, Chen Yidao, and Chen Yuyao. The three of them have been decided internally. No one objects to this, right?" Chen Wuxiong said loudly and quickly glanced around.
"No problem."
"It's only natural that the three of them are the strongest among the fifteen year olds."
Many people agreed.
"The three of them have already been decided, but that doesn't mean that the others don't have a chance." Chen Wuxiong nodded his head in satisfaction, "As for the other disciples under the age of fifteen, as long as they want to fight for the top three spots, they can participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament. The winner can challenge one of the predetermined three people. If they win, they can go to the Clan Hall to cultivate."
As Chen Wuxiong's voice fell, the youths who were going to participate in the Martial Disciple Battle began to breathe rapidly.
"I suggest we add another rule." A person sitting on the high seat stood up. He was wearing a sleeveless martial attire, and the muscles on his arms bulged like steel. His body exuded a tyrannical aura, and his eyes seemed to be electrifying. It was Chen Zhigang's father, Chen Hu Zhan, "Those below the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm are not allowed to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament."
"What!"
"How can this be?"
"This is unfair."
As soon as Chen Hu Zhan said this, someone immediately panicked.
The original rule was that as long as one was under the age of fifteen, they were eligible to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament. Now, Chen Hu Zhan's words disqualified most of them. This was unacceptable.
"Do you all think that someone at the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm can defeat someone at the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm?" Chen Hu Zhan smiled coldly and asked with a threatening gaze, "Which person below the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm thinks that they can defeat someone at the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm? Step forward and let me see."
The group of people fell silent.
"Since there's no one, then there's no need to waste time." Chen Hu Zhan smiled and looked at Chen Wuxiong, "Patriarch, my opinion is good. It's decided."
"I have an objection."
Chen Wuxiong was helpless. Before he could say anything, a voice that was not loud and even a little hoarse rang out, attracting everyone's attention.
"Oh, I was wondering who it was. So it's you, Chen Zhengtang." Chen Hu Zhan was stunned at first, then his face was full of ridicule, "You were once the number one martial artist in the family. Unfortunately, that was in the past. Now, you're just a cripple. What right do you have to object?"
"Because I'm a member of the Chen Family. I have the right to object." Chen Zhengtang's expression did not change as he said firmly, "The rules of the Martial Disciple Tournament were originally set for the purpose of providing an opportunity for the young disciples of the family to exchange pointers and learn from each other. This is equivalent to training. To most people, winning or losing is secondary. Your way of doing things is disadvantageous to the family."
"Your way of doing things is advantageous to the family?" Chen Hu Zhan smiled coldly, "For the sake of your son, your Qi and Blood deteriorated and you lost your cultivation to become a cripple. This caused our Chen Family to almost be suppressed by the other families in town. If I hadn't broken through in time, who knows how much our Chen Family would have fallen. What right do you have to say such things?"
Chen Zhengtang's face darkened.
"Of course, I can give you a chance. Come up. As long as you can defeat me, you can set the rules." Chen Hu Zhan hooked his finger at Chen Zhengtang and sneered, "If you don't dare, then scram as far as you can."
Chen Zhengtang's face turned even uglier.
"Enough." Chen Wuxiong shouted and looked at the other person sitting on the high seat, "Supervisor, what do you think?"
This person looked to be in his forties. He was dressed in blue martial attire and had a high and mighty appearance. The Chen Family members looked at him with a trace of respect. This was because this person was from the main clan and was a martial artist sent by the main clan to supervise the tournament.
"You can make your own arrangements. I have no objections." The supervisor looked indifferent as he said slowly, "I only need to bring the strongest three people into the main clan hall."
"Who else has objections?" Chen Hu Zhan was aggressive, "If you have any objections, come up and defeat me."
"My father is right. Those who have not reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm do not need to participate. It's a waste of time." Chen Zhi Gang took a step forward and stood beside Chen Hu Zhan. He said loudly, "In fact, in my opinion, the Martial Disciple Tournament can be canceled because no one is a match for me."
"This father and son pair is really annoying." Chen Yiming clenched his fist and whispered.
Chen Zhengtang also retreated into the crowd. His face was full of anxiety because he still had not seen Chen Zong's figure.
"Alright, enough talk. This year's Martial Disciple Tournament begins." Chen Hu Zhan said and made the decision for Chen Wuxiong. He jumped high and landed on his seat.
Chen Wuxiong had no choice but to leave the arena. Chen Zhi Gang and the other two also jumped down.
Excluding Chen Zhi Gang, Chen Yidao, and Chen Yuyao, as well as those who had not reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, there were only eight people who could participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament.
"I'll go first. Who will fight with me?" Chen Zhongjie jumped into the arena. His cultivation had just reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm.
"I am Chen Yang." A thin and small figure jumped up and landed lightly. He immediately assumed the starting stance of the Wolf Fang Fist and faced Chen Zhongjie directly.
"Wolf Dash!" Chen Zhongjie had already assumed the starting stance. His footsteps were quick and his fist was like a fang-like punch.
"Wolf Dash!" Chen Yang lowered his body. His footsteps were quick as he flew. When he was close to Chen Zhongjie, he dodged Chen Zhongjie's attack with the Wolf Dash and appeared beside him. His left fist was like a wolf's kiss.
Wolf Bite!
Chen Zhongjie did not react in time and was hit. His body rolled to one side. Chen Yang immediately rushed up and threw a fang-like punch at his face.
"I admit defeat!" Chen Zhongjie hurriedly shouted. Chen Yang's Wolf Dash stopped in front of him, blowing the hair on his forehead.
"This kid's reaction is fast and he has a lot of combat experience." The supervisor nodded and gave his evaluation.
"Who will fight with me?" Chen Yang defeated Chen Zhongjie at the fastest speed. He did not use much strength.
"Chen Zhongxing will fight with you." A figure jumped up. As soon as he landed, he rushed towards Chen Yang. His leg was like an unsheathed blade. It was fast and brought a light breeze with it.
Chen Yang lowered his body and performed the Wolf Dash again.
The Wolf Fang Fist and Blade Wind Kick collided.
Dodging, attacking, and colliding. Both of them used all their strength to defeat the other.
In the end, Chen Yang seized the opportunity and used the Wolf Dash to attack Chen Zhongxing's ribs. The terrifying power made Chen Zhongxing's face change and he backed off. Chen Yang seized the opportunity and rushed forward again. He knocked Chen Zhongxing out of the arena and won again.
"I request to rest." Before the third battle began, Chen Yang raised his hand and said. He had used up a lot of energy in the battle with Chen Zhongxing.
"Allowed. Chen Yang can go down the arena to rest." Chen Wuxiong agreed. "The rest can continue to fight."
This method prevented people from fighting too long. If they used up too much energy, they would be taken advantage of by the weaker people.
"I'll go first." Chen Dalei jumped into the arena. After eating the tiger bone glue and tiger meat soup, his blood Qi had grown stronger. His cultivation was close to the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm.
Chen Dalei's opponent also cultivated the Tiger Power Fist Technique, and as the two of them clashed, Chen Dalei used even greater strength to force his opponent back. Chen Dalei then strode forwards, bringing with him a gust of wind as he punched out with all of his strength, causing a tiger's roar to sound out.
His opponent flew back and fell out of the arena.
"Crushing him directly. His strength is not bad." The supervisor nodded again.
"Who dares to fight with me?" Chen Dalei roared.
"Don't be too arrogant. I'll fight you." Another person rushed into the arena and attacked with the Blade Wind Kick.
After a few collisions, the person was knocked out of the arena by Chen Dalei.
"Not bad, Dalei." Chen Zhigang nodded with satisfaction.
After defeating three opponents in a row, Chen Dalei asked to rest.
Now, only Chen Yang, Chen Dalei, and the last person were left.
Chen Dalei was resting. Naturally, it was Chen Yang and the last person fighting.
"Chen Yang, you are not my opponent." The last person was a girl named Chen Li. She practiced the Blade Wind Kick.
"How will we know if we don't fight?" Chen Yang growled. Wolf Attack, Wolf Dodge, Wolf Dash, Wolf Dash.
Chen Li let out a delicate shout, her long leg swept out like a blade, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.
Blade Roll, Blade Strike.
The two moves were connected, attacking Chen Yang and pushing him back. Chen Li's legs were like long blades, continuously chopping out, forcing Chen Yang off the arena.
"Chen Dalei, come up and fight with me." Chen Li said aggressively.
"Lose." Chen Dalei leaped onto the stage, his strength exploding as he stomped on the ground. Like a ferocious tiger, he lunged out with a punch that was tyrannical to the extreme.
Tiger Exploding!
"Blade Chop!" Chen Li also used her strongest attack.
After the collision, Chen Dalei's body swayed. Chen Li was pushed back, her right leg trembling.
"I admit defeat." Chen Li was unwilling, but her right leg was numb.
"Congratulations to Chen Dalei for winning the Martial Disciple battle. Next, you can challenge one of the three. Who do you want to challenge?" Chen Wuxiong asked.
"Dalei, get down." Chen Zhigang suddenly said.
"I give up." Chen Dalei said immediately. He jumped off the arena, giving up the right to challenge, shocking everyone.
"Chen Dalei has given up on the challenge. Chen Zhigang, Chen Yidao, and Chen Yuyao are qualified to cultivate in the Clan Hall." Chen Wuxiong could only announce. He then asked symbolically, "Does anyone have any objections?"
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