Squeezing through the crowd, a vigorous figure leaped into the arena. He held a sword in his left hand and stood upright. He didn't panic at all under everyone's gaze.
"He is …"
"It's Chen Zong."
Exclamations rang out. Everyone was surprised, but they soon turned into mockery.
"I'm dying of laughter. I was wondering who it was. It's Chen Zong."
"His brain must be muddled."
"He's still holding a sword. Does he think he's a swordsman?"
Chen Zong's expression didn't change as if he didn't hear the undisguised mockery.
"Brother Zong, come down." Chen Yiming rushed to the edge of the arena and looked up at Chen Zong. He shouted anxiously. Chen Zhengtang also squeezed to the edge of the arena and stared at Chen Zong, but he didn't say anything.
"Chen Zong, you shouldn't be here," Chen Yuyao said coldly with some impatience. "Get down. Don't make trouble."
Chen Yidao's eyes were cold and sharp. He glanced at Chen Zong and did not stop. Chen Zhigang and Chen Dalei were shocked. Chen Dazhong, who was in the crowd, was also shocked. It seemed that he did not expect that Chen Zong did not die in the forest and even dared to appear here.
"Chen Zong, there's an additional rule for this Martial Disciple Tournament. Disciples below the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm are not allowed to participate." Chen Wuxiong sighed softly and said to Chen Zong with a smile. He had a good relationship with Chen Zhengtang, so he didn't despise Chen Zong like the others. Instead, he felt it was a pity.
"Patriarch, my cultivation has reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong answered seriously. When he arrived, Chen Dalei was the winner of the Martial Disciple Tournament. According to the previous rules, the Martial Disciple Tournament was only halfway through. He didn't expect there to be a new rule. Fortunately, he arrived in time. "In addition, I'm also a member of the Chen Family. I'm under the age of fifteen, so I'm qualified to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament."
The supervisor looked interested. His eyes fell on Chen Zong as if he wanted to see through him.
Chen Huzhan frowned and looked displeased.
"Your cultivation has reached the third level of the Qi and Blood realm?" Chen Wuxiong was stunned, and so were the others.
"Patriarch, Chen Zong is also a member of the Chen family. He is qualified to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament," Chen Dalei suddenly said.
"That's right, Master. Chen Zong is qualified to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament," Chen Zhongjie echoed, but when he looked at Chen Zong, his face was full of hatred and a sinister smile.
Smart people could tell that Chen Dalei and Chen Zhongjie were up to no good.
"Master, please allow Chen Zong to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament." He knew that this had always been Chen Zong's wish. As his father, he chose to support him.
"Since you are also a member of the Chen family, less than fifteen years old, and your cultivation has reached the third level of the Qi and Blood realm, you are qualified to participate in the Martial Disciple Tournament." Chen Huzhan sat on the high seat, his domineering eyes fixed on Chen Zong. His tone was stern. "However, the Martial Disciple Tournament has ended. According to the rules, you have already missed it. However, I will give you a chance. As long as you can defeat any one of them, you can compete with Chen Dalei for the right to challenge the predetermined top three."
Before Chen Wuxiong could speak, Chen Huzhan spoke first as if he was the Patriarch of the Chen family. Chen Wuxiong was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He was not as strong as Chen Huzhan.
"However, you can challenge them, but this is the Martial Disciple Tournament. Swords have no eyes, so swords are not allowed," Chen Huzhan said again, his eyes falling on the iron sword in Chen Zong's left hand.
"Okay." Chen Zong bent down and handed the iron sword to Chen Zhengtang. "Father, trust me. Even if I don't use a sword, I can still get into the top three."
Chen Zhengtang grabbed the iron sword and patted the back of Chen Zong's hand. "Good luck."
"Patriarch, can we start?" Chen Zong looked at Chen Wuxiong, bowed and asked.
"Be careful." At this point, Chen Wuxiong no longer had the ability to object. He could only say this in a low voice and jump off the stage.
"You guys …" Chen Zong's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the Qi and Blood Realm third stage. "Who will fight me?"
"I'll do it." Chen Zhongjie couldn't wait to jump onto the stage. With a sinister smile on his face, he immediately assumed the starting stance of the Wolf Fang Fist Art. His gaze turned cold, as if he saw Chen Zong as prey.
Chen Zong stretched his arms and legs, assuming the Crouching Tiger Stance. There was an indescribable feeling.
"That's … the Tiger Strength Fist Art." The Battle Supervisor whispered, slightly surprised. Chen Huzhan frowned again.
Chen Zhongjie immediately felt a kind of pressure from Chen Zong. It was the pressure brought about by the level of the Fist Art.
With a low roar, like the low howl of a vicious wolf, Chen Zhongjie dashed forward. His right fist executed the Wolf Dash Style with all his strength, fiercely punching towards Chen Zong's ribs.
Chen Zong executed the Tiger Dash Style. His punch was like the roar of a ferocious tiger, causing Chen Zhongjie's expression to change drastically. His footsteps suddenly accelerated, and he dodged like a vicious wolf. He circled to Chen Zong's side and changed the Wolf Dash Style into the Wolf Bite Style. This was a technique he learned from his battle with Chen Yang.
His body spun, and his arm swung like a tiger's tail. Another shocking roar of the wind sounded.
Tiger Twisting Style!
With the same level of cultivation, the Tiger Strength Fist Art of the Great Accomplishment was stronger than the Wolf Fang Fist Art of the Small Accomplishment. When they collided, Chen Zhongjie only felt an irresistible force bending his arm. Chen Zong's arm directly swept across Chen Zhongjie's body. With a bang, Chen Zhongjie rolled on the ground, unable to get up.
"Chen Dalei, it's your turn." Chen Zong's gaze shifted from Chen Zhongjie to Chen Dalei as he said calmly.
"Brother Zong defeated Chen Zhongjie." Below the ring, Chen Yiming was extremely excited.
"Am I dreaming? Chen Zong actually defeated Chen Zhongjie. "
"He just said that his cultivation has reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm. Is it true?"
Chen Yuyao's face was full of surprise. She would never have thought that the person in her impression, who cultivated diligently but did not make much progress, had unknowingly reached the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm. Moreover, his strength was not weak.
"Is that the Tiger Strength Fist Art of the Great Accomplishment?" Questions arose in her mind, and she only felt that her mind was in a mess.
Chen Yidao stared at Chen Zong, and a trace of battle intent filled his eyes. Chen Zhigang's face changed, and it was a little ugly because Chen Zhongjie was his underling. Being easily defeated by a recognized trash made him feel ashamed. It was also because Chen Zong's Tiger Strength Fist Art had reached the Great Accomplishment level.
Chen Dalei jumped into the ring with a cold face. "Chen Zong, you will soon know that you are happy too early."
"Come on." Chen Zong assumed the Tiger Crouching Style and roared like a tiger.
"I will fulfill your wish." Chen Dalei roared and also assumed the Tiger Crouching Style. The two faced each other with a distance of three meters, and their eyes collided like lightning.
"Tiger Rush!" Chen Dalei roared and rushed to Chen Zong like a fierce tiger. At the same time, Chen Zong also displayed the Tiger Rush. He punched out with a strong roar of the wind.
The two fists collided head-on, and the terrible strength surged. Chen Zong's arm trembled slightly, while Chen Dalei's face changed. His fist was repelled, and his arm was uncontrollably retracted. He had to take a step back to reduce the force.
At the same time, Chen Zong rushed forward and jumped gently.
Tiger Leap!
An indescribable aura swept over and rushed forward. It carried a tyrannical power, and blood energy surged.
"Tiger Rage!" Under the Tiger Leap, the power of the Tiger Rage would reach its peak. The momentum of the punch was really like a fierce tiger roaring in front of him, which made Chen Dalei's face change greatly. He was scared out of his wits, and he could not mobilize all his strength. He hurriedly punched to resist. His arm bent, and his whole body rolled down the ring like a gourd.
"Good." Chen Zhengtang clenched his fist and was secretly excited. Chen Yiming was stunned.
"Hiss …" This scene caused everyone to gasp. Chen Dazhong, who was in the crowd, even clenched his fists tightly. He wished for nothing more than to jump onto the arena and personally kill Chen Zong with a single punch, but he didn't dare because this was a clan's martial disciple battle, and the rules couldn't be broken.
"A family warrior battle like this …" Chen Huzhan stood up angrily.
"Wait." Chen Wuxiong quickly announced, "Chen Zong won this battle and is qualified to challenge the predetermined top three."
"I don't agree." Chen Huzhan did not care about Chen Wuxiong's face at all. He glared at Chen Zong and said, "This guy is too fierce. He should be disqualified."
His words made Chen Zong's heart sink, but he fearlessly looked at Chen Huzhan.
"This guy has reached the peak of the Advanced Level of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. Very good. He is qualified to continue the challenge." The supervisor suddenly said in a calm voice, like a breeze.
"Chen Zong, who do you want to challenge?" Chen Wuxiong's face flashed with a touch of joy. Chen Huzhan clenched his teeth and looked gloomy.
The ups and downs were so fast that Chen Zong was in a trance for a moment. Chen Wuxiong reminded him again, and then he came to his senses and said without hesitation, "I challenge Chen Zhigang."
"What!"
"He wants to challenge Brother Zhigang."
"Doesn't he know that Brother Zhigang is the strongest among the predetermined top three?"
"I think he has become arrogant because he has the strength. He thinks that he can fight Brother Zhigang after defeating Chen Dalei."
"He is overestimating himself."
All kinds of comments came one after another.
Chen Yuyao was still in a trance. Chen Yidao's eyes were shining. Chen Zhigang was stunned at first, and then a touch of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
"Are you sure?" Chen Wuxiong asked in a low voice, giving Chen Zong another chance.
"Zhigang, we are both disciples of the Chen family. Show mercy." Chen Huzhan said directly, "Show mercy" in a low and powerful voice.
"Father, I will." Chen Zhigang understood Chen Huzhan's meaning. He smiled and immediately looked at Chen Zong, "Chen Zong, I suddenly admire you because you are very courageous to challenge me directly."
"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Zong's response was neither cold nor warm, which made Chen Zhigang speechless.
"Come on. Since we are both disciples of the Chen family, I will give you three moves." Chen Zhi Gang stood on the ring, three meters away from Chen Zong, and calmly said. This kind of bearing suddenly made many of the Chen family's disciples exclaim in admiration, and some of the older generation nodded their heads.
"One, two, three …" Chen Zong waved his fist three times, "Well, three moves are over, let's start."
After that, Chen Zong put on the Crouching Tiger Style. Chen Zhigang gave him three moves. If he used it well, he could have more advantages. However, Chen Zong did not want to because he wanted to defeat Chen Zhigang fair and square without any excuses. He wanted to let the whole Chen family know that he was not a waste, so that his father could raise his head in the family and no longer be looked down upon.
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