Chapter 4 - Sword Retreat from Chen Dalei

　　Early in the morning, the sunrise rose, and golden-red rays of light showered the small lake. 　　At the edge of the lake, a man was practicing with his sword, the sword reflecting the sunlight, a little dazzling. 　　A sword violently pierced the air, rushed out, body step coordination, iron sword in the air after a circle of circular sweep, heavy forward chopping down, without pause, take advantage of the momentum of the dance, as if through the flower butterfly sword shadow Huo Huo, only when the sword shadow has not yet dispersed, a sword with amazing speed unexpected speed stabbing, swish swish swish a series of three swords. 　　Immediately, the iron sword quickly retracted, a slight beat, all the power surged to the right arm, the back of the hand veins protruding, the force through the sword body instantly erupted, ferocious stabbing, as if to shatter all the obstacles in front of them. 　　Rushing Sword Style, Ring Sword Style, Chopping Sword Style, Chaotic Sword Style, Blast Sword Style, Explosive Sword Style, were executed in succession, the sword body and steps were coordinated and united. 　　"After spending five days, I have finally practiced the True Sword Eight Styles to the point of initiation." Chen Zong sheathed his sword and wiped off the sweat on his forehead, revealing a face full of smiles. 　　The cultivation difficulty of the True Sword Eight Styles was several times more difficult than the Tiger Power Fist Technique, especially the coordination of the sword, body and steps, it must be in place, not even a hair's breadth of difference, if placed in the past, Chen Zong estimated that he would have to practise hard for more than a year to be able to get started, but now that he had cut down his veins and cleansed his marrow and transformed his body, everything was different. 　　Every time he practiced, he could feel the gentle trembling of that sword tip in the space between his eyebrows, the coolness of the breath, making his mind incomparably clearer, able to better understand the sword technique, better control of his body, and the efficiency of his cultivation soared many times over. 　　"True Sword Eight Styles Small Completion, can exercise to 60% of the body parts, the cultivation speed is significantly better than the Large Completion Peak Tiger Power Fist Technique, but it is not yet able to allow me to break through to the third level of the Qi Blood Realm within the next twenty days or so." Chen Zong looked ahead, that was the direction of the Wind Howling Forest, "Perhaps, I should enter the Wind Howling Forest to look for herbs that replenish blood qi, and by the way, hunt and kill some beasts, consuming more beast meat is also beneficial to cultivation." 　　Thinking this way, Chen Zong immediately took a big step towards the Wind Howl Forest. 　　Wind Roar Forest was a bit far away from Little Lake Town, Chen Zong kept running at a constant speed all the way, it took a full hour to run to the front of the forest, the sound of the wind blowing through, gusts of whistling, as if many wild beasts were letting out a roar, hence the name. 　　After resting for a few minutes to recover his strength, Chen Zong carried his sword into the Wind Roar Forest. 　　The Wind Roar Forest was very large, the trees were overgrown and leafy, the sunlight was blocked, the light became dull, like dusk, but Chen Zong's eyesight was better after the strange encounters, and wasn't affected much. 　　Outside the forest, the wind roars, but the forest is quiet, only the insects and bugs chirping, making this quiet as a picture. 　　Looking around carefully for a long time, he froze and didn't find any herbs, not even a rabbit could be seen. 　　"It looks like the periphery of the forest has already been searched many times, so we can only go deeper into the forest." Chen Zong muttered to himself, his face cold and solemn as he looked deeper into the forest. 　　The Wind Howl Forest was located under Wind Howl Mountain, and the area bordering the Wind Howl Forest could be infested with demonic beasts, and without the strength of a martial artist encountering a demonic beast, there was only a path to death. 　　The middle part of the forest on the other hand had snakes, insects and beasts, wolves, tigers and leopards running rampant, with Chen Zong's cultivation level, it was also dangerous. 　　Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong took a step and firmly walked towards the forest, his alertness was raised to the highest level, his eyes gazing ahead, his blood qi flowing, ready to strike. 　　Suddenly, there was a subtle movement on the right side, Chen Zong glimpsed a white shadow out of the corner of his eye, subconsciously drawing his sword and stabbing out, but it only cut off a few white hairs, it was a rabbit, extremely fast, Chen Zong hurriedly darted to chase after it, but the rabbit burrowed into the hole of the tree, leaving himself with no way out, and he could only give up. 　　A hint of coolness, so that one's goosebumps, creepy, without the slightest hesitation, the iron sword chopped upwards, the sword light is hidden, poof, a shooting down the snake was chopped off and fell into the distance. 　　Looking at the still writhing brown body and the triangular shaped head, Chen Zong sucked in a mouthful of cold air, his heart beating wildly fearful, forehead is oozing cold sweat, he recognized, this is called the withered skin snake, is not a demonic beast, but the toxicity is amazing, was bitten on the bite, even if it is a strong cow are killed in just a few minutes, even if it is the martial arts can't hold out for long. 　　"It's true that there is danger everywhere." Chen Zong calmed down but did not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, an unprecedented urge to continue deeper into the Wind Howling Forest, that was a budding bravery to meet difficulties to meet challenges, but his stomach indisputably let out a grunt. 　　"So it's already been in for so long, go back first and come back tomorrow." Chen Zong rubbed his stomach and exited the Wind Howling Forest, remaining on high alert as he exited. 　　Walking slowly as he went back, while thinking, to go home, he would first pass by the small lake, but Chen Zong saw a brown silhouette standing by the small lake. 　　"Chen Dalei ...... "Frowning slightly, Chen Zong however walked over in large strides without fear. 　　Chen Dalei was Chen Zhigang's lapdog just like Chen Zhongjie, however, Chen Dalei's cultivation had reached the third level of the Qi Blood Realm, and he also practiced the Tiger Power Fist Technique, so his strength could be much more powerful than Chen Zhongjie. 　　"I wonder if I can defeat Chen Dalei with my current strength?" Chen Zong secretly said. 　　In terms of cultivation, he was not as good as Chen Dalei, but in terms of Tiger Power Fist Technique, he had reached the peak of Grand Completion, while Chen Dalei was at the peak of Small Completion, so it was hard to say if he would not be able to beat him. 　　"Chen Zong, you made me wait for an hour." Chen Dalei was strong and sturdy, glaring at Chen Zong with wide bull's eyes and shouting, pre-empting him. 　　"That's your business." Chen Zong was not shocked, instead, he kindly laughed. 　　"You injured Chen Zhongjie, and also let out words to threaten Brother Gang and I. This account, it's time to settle it." Chen Dalei roared, striding away, running wildly towards Chen Zong, furious and full of ferocity, like an enraged tiger. 　　The tiger's claws rose and a fist was poised, the power of the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm coalesced within it. 　　"It's just right to take you to try out the True Sword Eight Styles." Thoughts flashed, Chen Zong's legs separated front and back, right leg slightly bent in front, left foot bent more in the back, center of gravity was mostly on the left foot, rear heel raised, forefoot as support, left leg muscles tightened to the extreme, body slightly turned left and lowered forward, left hand gripped the iron sword close to the waist, right hand's five fingers gently flicked. 　　Ambidextrous Sword Stance! 　　This is the starting stance of the True Sword Eight Styles. 　　His eyes were cold and stern, his pupils staring, he saw every expression and every movement of Chen Dalei clearly, silently calculating the distance between the two sides in his mind. 　　"Tie!" Exhaling his breath and tongue, Chen Dalei's right fist was fiercely about to blast out, if he was hit by a punch, he would definitely suffer internal injuries. 　　Exhaling a breath, at the same time, his right hand quickly clasped the hilt of the sword, his left foot as if he wanted to trample the ground as if he stomped violently, his waist body violently twisted to the right, driving a strong force straight through the right arm, the iron sword out of the sheath, the ear-splitting friction sound is still echoing in the ears, the sword has already chopped forwards horizontally, cutting through a half moon. 　　Sword Drawing Style! 　　Chen Dalei was alarmed, he hastily stopped his feet, he only felt a coldness in front of his chest, his brown martial arts uniform was sliced open, the tip of the sword almost scratched against his chest, leaving a thin scar, with beads of blood seeping out. 　　The iron sword pointed straight at Chen Dalei, Chen Zong was filled with coldness. 　　"Chen Zong, don't use the sword if you have the ability." Chen Dalei took a few steps back, shocked and furious, he was shocked. 　　"Being able to use a sword is my skill." Chen Zong was very calm. 　　"You ......" Chen Dalei angrily pointed at Chen Zong, his face reddened due to his anger, his breathing was rapid and his chest rose and fell violently, "Put down your sword and let me throw a punch, or else you will be dead if you provoke Brother Gang to personally take action. " 　　"Go back and tell Chen Zhigang that I will participate in the Martial Apprentice Battle soon, at that time, I will fight him." Chen Zong coldly drank. 　　"Good, since you are so self-important, let Brother Gang clean you up." Chen Dalei laughed angrily, pointed at Chen Zong, and took a few more steps back to turn around and leave. 　　Sheathing his sword, Chen Zong touched his stomach again and turned in the direction of his home, "It's about time for Ah Dad to come back, I have to cook dinner first." 　　The changes in himself could not be hidden from Ah Dad who once had the seventh level of the Qi Blood Realm. 　　Chen Zong made up a reason, just one night, after he finished practicing his boxing and looked at the moon, a senior senior passed by and gave him a fruit, which not only replenished his innate blood qi, but also caused his cultivation to break through to the second level of the qi and blood realm, and instructed him on the Tiger Power Boxing Technique, and lastly, he also passed down a Foundation Establishment Sword Technique. 　　Sounds very mysterious, hard to make people believe, but Chen Zhengtang just believe, because similar things, he had also heard of, according to his words: since there is such a lucky child exists, why can not be my son. 　　Since Chen Zhengtang believed, Chen Zong also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, that night of strange encounters, the less people know, the better, with Chen Zong's current experience can not say why, just a kind of intuition. 　　Panning rice and cooking rice, Ah Dad also has not yet returned, Chen Zong from under the bed to pull out an ancient black covered with fine cracks of the wooden box, open the box to take out a scroll, open the flat on the table. 　　In an instant, as if a roar rang out, a fierce tiger leapt above the scroll. 　　The Fierce Tiger Descending from the Mountain! 　　This was something that Dad had rummaged through the box and found after learning that Chen Zong's Tiger Power Fist Technique had reached the peak of Dacheng, it was hidden very deeply, according to Dad, it was the handiwork of a friend who had cultivated the Tiger Power Fist Technique to the realm of Perfection, it was quite divine, and it might be of some help to Chen Zong. 　　When he said that, Chen Zong realized that a trace of smugness flashed across Ah Dad's face, as if a child had snatched a toy. 　　Looking carefully at the scroll, black and white, the strokes are very simple, but unique flavor, extraordinary penmanship, under a simple outline, a steep mountain, a tiger running from the mountain leaping down, vivid, a spiritual charm straight through the paper and out. 　　At the end of the paragraph is Chen Liwei three words, strong and powerful, through the paper three inches. 　　In the past few days as soon as he was free, Chen Zong would take out the scroll to observe it in detail, there was indeed a deeper understanding and comprehension of the Tiger Power Fist Technique, and along with that, the Tiger Power Fist Technique was even more proficient, and there was a small advancement on top of the original foundation, just that the realm of consummation was still without much of a clue. 　　"Great accomplishment is easy to obtain, consummation is hard to seek." Chen Zong secretly said, "I wonder how this Senior Chen Liwei, in the end, cultivated the Tiger Force Fist Technique to perfection?" 　　"It would be great if I could ask this senior for advice in person, perhaps I could find inspiration to make a breakthrough faster." 　　Muttering a sentence, Chen Zong put aside this thought and focused on the Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain Diagram, carefully savoring the unique flavor it contained. 　　Looking at it, he felt as if he had seen something from it and had not grasped it, the feeling of not being able to get on top of it was really unpleasant. 　　"You said he wants to challenge me?" A green-colored martial arts uniform with an athletic figure, Chen Zhigang turned his back to Chen Dalei, hands behind his back looking up to the sky. 　　"Right." Chen Dalei nodded his head vigorously. 　　"Excitement? It's just a stink bug, what qualifications do you have to challenge me." Chen Zhigang snorted, "Dalei, let your brother make a move and let him lie down for ten days and eight months as punishment for presumptuously challenging me." 　　"Alright, I'll go find my brother now." Chen Dalei's fists clenched, his face was full of excitement, his brother's cultivation, but he had reached the fourth level of the Qi Blood Realm, and was a martial artist.