chapter v. who can be chief

　　October 10th, 394 years of the True Martial Calendar. 　　Contrary to the usual, the sky was overcast, with dark clouds, heavy as if they were pressing down, and the air was filled with a bit of agitation, making one's heart feel indescribably depressed. 　　The wind blowing through some reckless, rolling up the dust and sand spinning, blowing across the cheeks, let a person feel a slight coolness. 　　The various groups of children had already gathered to the various corners of the martial arts practicing ground, and the Sword Technique group gathered at the northeast corner of the martial arts practicing ground, neatly arranged. 　　"Today, it is the battle for the group's chief once in January, and it is also your first battle to enter the clan hall." Chen Chuyun's cool voice drilled clearly into everyone's ears through the cool breeze, "Winning the group chief will be rewarded with ten energy pills." 　　The crowd's eyes glazed over. 　　"Defeating the other group chiefs will be rewarded with an altar of medicinal wine infused with Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Cream." 　　Chen Zuoyi and the other five clan children, not only did their eyes widen, even their breaths shortened, clearly this medicinal wine was more valuable than the ten energy pills. 　　"Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Cream is a secret medicine boiled by our Chen Clan with a unique secret recipe, strengthening the bones and marrow, and quenching the blood and qi." Chen Duiyun gave Chen Zong a glance before explaining, "The effect is better than the Energy Pill." 　　In fact, the Energy Pill was more suitable to be taken before quenching the blood qi, and was not as helpful in quenching the blood qi as before, but the Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Cream soaked into a medicinal wine that mainly strengthened the bones and marrow to quench the blood qi. 　　"Not only will I win the chief of the sword group, I will also defeat the chiefs of the other four groups." Chen ZuoYi swore with conviction, not hiding his determination. 　　"Brother Zuo Yi's cultivation is the first with superior sword skills, the chief will definitely be you." Chen Shuiqing flattered. 　　"Swords have no eyes, for the sake of the fairness and safety of the competition, you can only use wooden swords to fight against each other." Chen Chuyun had a bundle of black wooden swords on his left side, the same length and thickness, while on his right side, there was a black wooden box, "The seven of you, will draw lots, number one will fight against number two, number three will fight against number four, number five will fight against number six, and number seven will take a turn." 　　"I'll go first." Chen Wu quickly walked over to the wooden box and reached out, taking out a wooden medal, "Haha, number seven, I'm so lucky." 　　The other six people took turns to come forward, Chen Zong drew number five, his opponent, number six. 　　"First match, number one versus number two." 　　The crowd retreated, giving the field to number one and number two. 　　Number one was Chen Yan, and number two was Chen Shuiqing, exactly two women among the seven. 　　"Admit defeat, you are not my opponent." Chen Shuiqing proudly said as she waved her wooden sword and pointed it straight at Chen Yan. 　　"How do you know if you don't fight." Chen Yan guffawed, and swung the Whisking Willow Sword Technique starting stance. 　　"You asked for it." What Chen Shui-Qing practiced was the Remnant Shadow Sword Technique, as he stabbed out with his sword, the sword body lightly trembled, manifesting three sword shadows that alternated with the sword body, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. 　　Chen Yan's body swayed, her wooden sword waving like a willow branch, similarly reaching the peak of Dacheng, with a pleasing appearance. 　　The Whisking Willow Sword Technique, which had also reached the peak of Dacheng, had a softness when performed under Chen Yan's sword, while it had a toughness when performed by Chen Zong. 　　In Chen Zong's eyes, whether it was Chen Yan or Chen Shuiqing, their sword techniques had many breakages. 　　It only took five minutes from the time the swords came out to the end of the match, Chen Shuiqing lost by a single move, her face turning blue. 　　Number three was Chen Shaoze, number four was Chen Zuoyi, the two did not face each other, because Chen Shaoze directly admitted defeat, knowing that he was not a match for Chen Zuoyi, to which Chen Zuoyi was rightfully surprised. 　　In the third battle, it was Chen Zong versus Chen Che, Chen ZuoYi shot a look at Chen Che, Chen Che understood and secretly nodded. 　　"Branch Clan's turd, let me see how well you've practiced those three sword techniques?" Chen Che posed the Eagle Strike Sword Technique Starting Stance and grinned, "Have you gotten started?" 　　Chen Zong did not display any sword starting stance and just stood upright with his wooden sword. 　　"Arrogant turd." Chen Shuiqing was in a bad mood and did not hide his sarcasm. 　　"Probably not even an initiation, too embarrassed to bring it out for fear of embarrassing people." Chen Wu laughed, and the corner of Chen Zuo Yi's mouth hung up, a touch of contempt. 　　"Take my move, Eagle Claw Strike!" Chen Che's eyes were cold and stern, his feet darted, gently leaping up, the wooden sword in his hand sharply stabbed out, under the gentle fluttering of his wrist, the sword was like an eagle's sharp claws, fiercely grasping at Chen Zong's shoulder. 　　The wooden sword was fast and ruthless, showing no mercy, seemingly determined to injure Chen Zong, Chen Zong looked like he had been stunned, not moving at all. 　　Chen Wu and the others grinned and were about to mock a few sentences when Chen Zong moved, his right hand raised, the black wooden sword stabbed out like lightning, following the break and hitting Chen Che's chest. 　　The man tumbled and rolled on the ground, his chest was in pain, Chen Che could be sure that the place where he was struck was definitely black and blue, but he was confused, what in the world had happened? 　　Obviously his Eagle Claw Strike was about to hit the opponent's shoulder, why would he suddenly fall to the ground and roll over? 　　Chen Wu opened his mouth wide, not able to say a word, the whole person was messy in the wind, Chen Zuo Yi also had a surprised face, just now that sword, very quickly. 　　Chen Zuoyun secretly nodded his head, the recent training was quite fruitful. 　　Fast, accurate and stable already has a certain fire. 　　There was no doubt that Chen Zong had won, just a light sword, he himself could tell that these people had not practiced the basic eighteen styles, perhaps, they did not pay attention to it at all, otherwise, the breakage among Chen Che's sword technique would not be so obvious. 　　"The four of you redraw your lots." Chen Chuyun said. 　　Chen Zong drew number two this time, Chen Yan was number three, Chen Wu was number four, and Chen Zuo Yi was number one. 　　"Remember what I said twenty days ago, it was quickly fulfilled." Although Chen Zuo Yi was surprised by the swiftness of Chen Zong's sword, he still did not pay attention to it, this idea of belittling the branch clans had been passed down for a long time, and it was not something that could be reversed so easily. 　　"Please." Chen Zong's reply was very simple. 　　"Brother Zuo Yi, teach him a hard lesson." Chen Shuiqing shouted. 　　"Right." Chen Che nodded his head vigorously, pulling on his chest injury and sucking in cold air. 　　Chen ZuoYi set out the Eagle Strike Sword Technique Starting Stance, the entire person's aura immediately changed, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he was treating Chen Zong as prey. 　　The same sword technique of the same realm, in Chen ZuoYi's display, it completely outshone Chen Che, this was a powerful opponent, worthy of his own serious treatment, Chen Zong also displayed the Eagle Strike Sword Technique Starting Stance. 　　The crowd only felt as if Chen Zong was about to transform into an eagle spreading his wings and soaring. 　　"Impossible!" Not only was it Chen Zuo Yi, but several others also shouted lowly. 　　Wasn't it said that Chen Zong had only begun practicing the Eagle Strike Sword Technique and the other three sword techniques after he entered the Clan Hall, so why was the starting stance he had put out already at the peak of the Grand Completion, and it even outshone Chen ZuoYi's. 　　"There is already a hint of the Realm of Perfection." Chen Zuoyun secretly said. 　　When sword techniques were practiced to this point, and practiced further, reaching the realm of perfection was not a difficult task, it was only a matter of time. 　　It sounded simple, but in actuality, it was not easy, for most people, even if they put in more effort, they would not be able to cultivate their martial arts to the realm of perfection, it was something that only a few people could do. 　　Out of the sword! 　　Like an eagle flying up, with a spread of its wings, it swept across the sky. 　　Eagle Strike Sword Technique, the main attack, using the tip of the sword blade against the enemy, renders a harsh interpretation. 　　Eagle Wing Strike! 　　Eagle Claw Strike! 　　Eagle Soaring Strike! 　　Eagle pecking! 　　Sword by sword, without mercy, that wooden sword was like wings, claws, and a sharp beak. 　　Following the hint of a break, Chen Zong slashed out his sword, hitting Chen Zuo Yi's arm directly, like a whip whip, Chen Zuo Yi's arm trembled, the wooden sword almost fell out of his hand, and he hurriedly retreated. 　　"Wait." Seeing that Chen Zong was about to come after him, Chen Zuo Yi hurriedly opened his mouth. 　　"You want to admit defeat?" Chen Zong's words caused Chen Zuo Yi to almost vomit blood. 　　"I will not admit defeat, the battle just now was not my true strength, now, let you know how powerful I am." Chen ZuoYi angrily said, once again set up a sword starting stance, very different from the Eagle Strike Sword Technique, it was permeated with a kind of lightness and speed, immediately, Chen ZuoYi carried his blood qi, his skin slightly reddened. 　　"Fast Sword!" With a low shout, Chen Zuo Yi launched his sword, his sword speed was astonishing, piercing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound, the moment he launched his sword, it appeared in front of Chen Zong's eyes. 　　"So fast!" Chen Zong was surprised, he quickly retreated, his wooden sword swirled and picked, framing the other party's sword, unexpectedly Chen ZuoYi quickly withdrew his sword and stabbed out again, his speed increased by another sliver. 　　Sword after sword, the faster the speed, Chen Zong constantly retreating, eyes sharp, looking for Chen ZuoYi sword method in the breakage. 　　This fast sword, there were very few breaks, and they flashed away, making it difficult to grasp. 　　Since this was the case, then he would create his own breaks. 　　Swinging Willow Style! 　　Wrong Shadow Style! 　　Eagle Pecking Strike! 　　One sword, directly stabbed Chen Zuo Yi's wrist, the terrifying force seemed to shatter the tendons and bones, causing the sword to fall off. 　　Another sword, against Chen Zuo Yi's throat. 　　"Before, you could have admitted defeat." Chen Zong said quietly, causing Chen Zuo Yi to almost vomit blood again. 　　He had clearly executed the Seven Styles of Fast Sword, which was even more powerful than the Eagle Strike Sword Technique, he had clearly carried his blood qi to enhance his body in all directions, and his strength was even increased by a hundred pounds, but in the end, he was still defeated. 　　Next, it was Chen Yan versus Chen Wu. 　　Chen Wu practiced, is the residual shadow sword method, both sides duel, Chen Wu sword sword forcing, defeated Chen smoke. 　　"The final battle, Chen Zong versus Chen Wu." Chen Deyun announced. 　　This battle then related to the ownership of the chief of the sword group, and even more so, the ownership of the ten energy pills. 　　"I admit defeat." Chen Wu hesitated for a few moments before opening his mouth, his strength was at best about the same as Chen Che, not as good as Chen ZuoYi, and with Chen ZuoYi's strength at full strength, he had also been defeated by Chen Zong, the only thing that would happen if he fought with Chen Zong would be the same only one. 　　Since this was the case, Chen Wu did not want to go up, lest he lose face. 　　A person who practiced the sword, such a competition, but was afraid of a battle, the sharpness had been lost, it was hard to achieve anything, Chen Zuoyun secretly said, but this was the other party's right, she would not interfere. 　　"The chief of the sword group is Chen Zong, in the afternoon, it will be the battle of the chief of the five groups, at that time, there will be elders of the clan hall coming to observe the battle." Chen Duiyun said, "Chen Zong, prepare well and defeat the other four group chiefs." 　　"Yes." Chen Zong's voice was resolute and powerful. 　　"Dismissed." 　　Chen Danyun left, and Chen Zong left with him. 　　"Hmph, small man's ambition." Staring at Chen Zong's back, Chen Che was indignant. 　　"Does he think that by capturing the chief of the Sword Group, he can defeat the chiefs of the other four groups, too presumptuous." Chen Shuiqing echoed. 　　"As far as I know, Chen Fenghua of the Sword Group has practiced both the Chained Blade Technique and the Heavy Strike Blade Technique to the peak of their great accomplishments, and his strength is still above mine." Chen Zuozhi smiled coldly. 　　"In the afternoon, let's see how this branch tribe turd will lose face in front of the elders." Chen Wu laughed. 　　"You guys are really pathetic." Chen Yan dropped a sentence and left amidst the crowd's ironic faces.