Chapter 6 - Who is the King in the Battle of Chief

　　A heavy rainstorm drenched the entire martial arts training ground. 　　After the rain cleared, the center of the martial arts training ground also temporarily built a ten meter long, ten meter wide and one meter high hardwood ring. 　　Around the ring, sixty martial arts disciples under the leadership of their respective instructors, each in a corner, on the ring stood an old man, dressed in brown robes, his face rosy and eyes clear and deep, was speaking in a staccato manner. 　　His name was Chen Wake, one of the clan hall elders. 　　His voice was infectious, and every martial practitioner was thrilled to hear it, as if they were filled with strength to sacrifice everything for the Chen Clan and die. 　　As a sword practitioner, one should remain calm, Chen Chuyun was not affected in the slightest, as for Chen Zong, he wanted to maintain a calm mind, but in front of an expert whose cultivation exceeded the qi blood realm, it appeared to be difficult, but the tip of the mystic sword was lightly trembling, causing his mind to be clear, and thus he was not affected. 　　"Now, please invite the chief of the Fist Technique group to the ring." Elder Chen Awakening finally said, and Chen Zong's gaze followed. 　　The Chief of the Boxing Technique Group leapt forward, his strong physique landing on the ring with a muffled sound. 　　Chen Gu Zhan, from the Red Rock Town Branch Clan, had eight hundred pounds of strength in one arm, and his body was strong beyond words, like a brute bull. 　　"Chief of the Palm Technique Group ......" 　　The Chief of Palm Technique Group was none other than Chen Yong, his looks were ordinary, a serious face, his height and build were ordinary, the only thing that stood out was his palms, which were wider and thicker than normal and lent a layer of calluses, obviously a good hand that was born to cultivate palm techniques. 　　"Chief of the Leg Technique Group ......" 　　Chen Ying, with a slender and graceful physique, and a kind of athleticism, especially a pair of legs wrapped in tight martial arts uniforms, round and slender, looks full of power, and her eyes, very aggressive, like a wild beast living in the jungle. 　　"Chief of the Blade Technique Group ......" 　　Chen Feng Hua, the name is very nice, the person is also good looking, but he is a male, just a pair of eyes is very charming, his fingers are slender, he carries a long knife, his whole body exudes an aura that mesmerizes young girls. 　　"Chief of the Sword Technique Group ......" 　　Chen Zong gently leapt, his footsteps soundlessly landed on the ring, the first glance made people feel ordinary, but the more they looked at him, the more flavorful he became. 　　"It's really him." Chen Yuyao's slender hand covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes stared round, her mind was complicated to the extreme, Chen Yidao's eyes had a few bitter feelings, also from Little Lake Town, he was insignificant in the Boxing group, but Chen Zong was the Chief of the Sword Technique group, completely incomparable. 　　"The chiefs of the five groups will fight in turn, thus determining the final winner, who is the king of the chiefs, in addition to the established ten energy pills rewards, he will also receive an altar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine." Elder Chen Wake's clear and deep gaze swept past the faces of the five, "You five, each of you will fight against the other four, and the one who wins four in a row will be the first." 　　"For the first battle, Chen Gu Zhan versus Chen Yong, the other three chiefs please leave the ring for the time being." 　　Elder Chen Awakening had come to both watch the battle and act as a referee. 　　"My fists are very heavy, you'd better admit defeat before it's too late." Chen Gu Zhan grinned at Chen Yong as his fists clenched and collided, emitting clicking sounds that made his scalp numb. 　　"My palm technique is not a vegetarian either." Chen Yong had a serious, very old-fashioned look on his face as he opened his broad palms, his blood qi carried and his skin slightly reddened. 　　"In that case, then take my punch." Chen Gu Zhan heatedly smiled, stepping away, like a brute bull rushing towards Chen Yong, a fist raised, as if using all his strength to blast out, the wind whistled under his fist, the air shook, the terrifying momentum as if he could knock down a house with one punch. 　　Peak Great Perfection Heavy Fist! 　　This was a foundation building martial art that only emphasized on power crushing, and was most suitable for people who were born with great strength to cultivate, and Chen Guzhan was this kind of person. 　　With eight hundred pounds of strength in one arm, he was able to maximize the power of the heavy fist, enough to crush all opponents of the same level. 　　However, it wasn't luck that Chen Yong was able to become the chief of the Palm Technique group. 　　A pair of broad thick palms covered with calluses, almost able to withstand swords and knives, in the face of Chen Guzhan's best efforts to bombard the arrival of a fist, Chen Yong's palms slapped out, palms concave inward, five fingers and Chen Guzhan's fists in contact with the moment, palms outward, containing but not hair of the power of the violent shaking and bombardment out. 　　Peak Grand Completion Shattering Tablet Palm Technique! 　　This was a palm technique that emphasized rigidity and hardness, but Chen Yong had practiced it to new heights, and underneath a palm, it contained a double power impact, making it even more powerful. 　　Chen Gu Zhan's arm trembled, his strong figure paused, Chen Yong took a step forward, his entire body rotated with the step forward as the center, the other palm passed through his waist and struck Chen Gu Zhan's ribs, his momentum was like wind and thunder. 　　Chen Guzhan's left arm to protect his ribs, hard to receive Chen Yong's palm, strong body swaying, a step back, Chen Yong's double palms continuously bombarded, each palm contains double power, continuous slap in Chen Guzhan body, but by his arms crossed all resisted. 　　Let your raging storm invade me, I stand tall and unmoving! 　　"So strong!" 　　Under the ring, each and every martial arts disciple sucked in cold air, Chen Yong's double palms were enough to open up monuments and crack rocks, right? If they were to be replaced, they wouldn't be able to withstand a single palm, would Chen Guzhan be killed alive? 　　"Awesome." Chen Zong could not help but secretly say, to be able to become the Chief, his strength was indeed amazing, compared to Chen Zuo Yi, he was obviously much stronger, provoking a trace of wariness within him. 　　However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Gu Zhan, in the face of Chen Yong's double palm storm-like bombardment, Chen Gu Zhan tried his best to shrink himself, arms crossed to protect his head and ribs and other parts, muscles tensed to the extreme, making Chen Yong's double palm as if hitting a rock, making a dull sound. 　　Chen Yong is not iron, continuous dozen palms full force bombardment will also be tired, he felt, hard to withstand his dozen palms of bombardment, Chen Gu Zhan will certainly be traumatized, will lose undoubtedly. 　　"Your palm technique is really strong." Chen Guzhan lowered his arms, a touch of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he laughed without caring, and deep within his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of madness, "But I'm even stronger." 　　Both fists were like mountain torrents erupting, and like a meteorite striking down, the terrifying wind pressure caused Chen Yong's face muscles to sink in, making it difficult to breathe. 　　Raising his palm to resist! 　　The moment the fists and palms collided, the terrifying power erupted out, like a dike flood, Chen Yong could not resist at all, and retreated back and forth, Chen Gu Zhan was like a madman, his double fists continuously bombarded, two fists, three fists, four fists. 　　Fifth punch! 　　Chen Yong could no longer resist, flying backwards and falling into the ring, his arms trembling, his palms were even more painful. 　　"I told you to admit defeat." Chen Gu Zhan stared down at Chen Yong, grinning as Chen Yong was unsmiling. 　　"Chief of the Fist Technique group, Chen Guzhan, has won one consecutive victory, for the second battle, Chief of the Leg Technique group, Chen Ying, will face off against Chief of the Blade Technique group, Chen Fenghua." Under Elder Chen Awakening's loud announcement, Chen Guzhan jumped down from the ring, having expended a lot of strength in the battle just now, he needed to rest a bit. 　　Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua took the stage, Chen Ying's legs were wearing long leopard skin boots, Chen Fenghua's long sword was missing from his back, and in his hand, he held a black wooden sword. 　　Chen Ying's eyes were full of wildness, the kind of eyes that ordinary people couldn't withstand, but Chen Fenghua was breezy, as if he was unaffected by all external objects. 　　Without saying a word, Chen Ying quickly rushed out, her body was as athletic as a cheetah, instantly scampering over seven or eight meters, a leg like a steel whip ruthlessly swept towards Chen Fenghua's lower plate, Chen Fenghua gently leaped, the black wooden knife in his hand turned into a black light, slashing forward. 　　With one hand on the ground, his body turned, his legs were like a whirlwind, one leg swept towards the blade light, while the other leg struck Chen Fenghua's chest like a boa constrictor flipping over. 　　"Sure enough, to be able to become a Chief, none of them are simple." Chen Zong secretly said, while the unusual martial practitioners looked dumbfounded, so it was still possible to fight like this. 　　A blade struck down, but the light of the blade instantly split into two, simultaneously chopping at Chen Ying's legs. 　　Collision, terrible power burst, Chen Ying landed, hands a brace and instantly pop up, legs alternately like two pythons out of the hole, Chen Feng Hua floated to the ground, toes gently a little bit of the ring, the body like water to avoid Chen Ying legs, the hands of the wooden knife and then chopped out. 　　This chop was uncontrollable, and the light of the knife was unceasing, as if it would never stop. 　　Among the peak python leg techniques, he also alternately performed the peak blade wind leg technique, the wind whistled, shattering one black blade light after another, constantly colliding, the wooden knife and leopard skin boots continuously resounded with muffled sounds. 　　The battle was intense. 　　Chen Ying's leg technique was just like her character, full of wildness, while Chen Fenghua's saber, no matter how intense, always had a light and calm demeanor. 　　No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always responded with ease, and Chen Zong could tell that he was looking for an opportunity. 　　Chen Zong substituted himself and imagined how he would cope if he were to face such an opponent. 　　Chen Fenghua's blade technique was the Chained Blade Technique, at the peak level of Dacheng, the blade came out in a chain, suddenly, it seemed as if the endless chain of blade light gave a halt, the chopping blade brought up a terrifying strong wind, it seemed to split the front open and was able to shatter a huge stone, it was powerful and heavy. 　　Heavy Strike Blade Technique Grand Completion Peak! 　　Unlike the Chained Blade Technique where the blades were chained together, the Heavy Strike Blade Technique emphasized on a single strike, directly destroying the target and never making a second strike. 　　With this slash, the timing was just right, causing Chen Zong's eyes to light up. 　　This slash was completely unexpected by Chen Ying, who was unable to react in time, much less carry his blood qi. 　　This slash was powerful and ferocious. 　　Chen Ying was struck and flew backwards, falling down to the ring, defeated. 　　"Chen Fenghua, Chief of the Blade Technique Group, wins in a row." Elder Chen Awakening announced again, "Third battle, Chief of the Sword Technique Group versus Chief of the Palm Technique Group, Chen Yong." 　　After some rest, Chen Yong's palms had recovered. 　　Under the ring, Chen He, the Fist Technique Group Instructor, stared at Chen Zong with a playful gaze, when he first heard that Chen Zong had cultivated the Tiger Power Fist Technique to the Perfection Realm, he was the first to name him and give him enough attention, he didn't expect that the other party would even reject himself, refusing to enter the Fist Technique Group, and instead entering the Sword Technique Group. 　　"Chen Chuyun, your sword technique group is too weak, to think that even a person who has been practicing sword for a month can win the chief." Chen He looked at Chen Duiyun and exited sarcastically. 　　Chen Danyun glanced at Chen He and ignored it, nor did he care to. 　　In the ring, Chen Yong took a deep breath and set up the Shattered Tablet Palm Starting Stance, facing Chen Zong directly. 　　After fighting with Chen Gu Zhan and seeing the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong also realized one thing, to be able to become the chief of each group, there must be something too good, this Sword Technique group chief has not yet made a move, but to be able to defeat Chen Zuo Yi to take the chief position, the strength is not expected to be weak to any extent, and deserves to be treated with caution. 　　Heart beating low and strong, strength filled the whole body, Chen Zong stepped away, set out the remnants of the shadow sword method starting style, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Chen Yong.