Chapter 7 - Winning Streak

　　Chen Yong's footsteps were slow, approaching Chen Zong step by step, his palms were erected in front of his body one on top of the other one in front of the other, capable of defending any part of his body. 　　Chen Zong did not move at all, his eyes were sharp, searching for any breaks in Chen Yong's body. 　　As if the chariot advances forward, the breath presses and arrives, the moment two meters apart, Chen Yong violently storms up, as if the big fish that rushes out of the water, swift and ferocious, a palm blatantly shoots at Chen Zong's face door, the broad palm in front of Chen Zong's eyes quickly enlarged. 　　Without advancing or retreating or flickering needlessly, a sword stabbed out, under the flickering of the sword, three residual shadows appeared, each separated, as if four swords came out in unison. 　　Split Shadow Style! 　　The right palm that was slapped out swept across the sky, intercepting the wooden sword, the left palm struck out quietly from the waist, striking at Chen Zong's ribs. 　　Staggered Shadow Style! 　　The sword shadows interlaced, causing Chen Yong's palm interception to fall short, the left palm that struck out had to be quickly withdrawn, both palms waving continuously in front of him, forming a palm wall. 　　Folding Shadow Style! 　　The sword shadows folded and passed through the palm wall, rapidly enlarging in Chen Yong's eyes, forcing him to draw back. 　　Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yong carried his blood qi and brought out his full strength, surging forward with haste, accelerating his speed by a few points, and slapping out his palm, bringing up a terrifying whistling sound, with an even stronger force, as if he could shatter the monument with a single slap. 　　Chen Zong's gaze was sharp, as if he could penetrate through everything, Chen Yong's footsteps and palm trajectory were all hidden in front of his eyes, the lines on his palm, gradually enlarged. 　　Out came the sword! 　　Swish swish swish swish three swords in a row, the Basic Eighteen Styles of Thrust, light and swift, consecutively striking Chen Yong at the center of his palm, causing his palm to slightly lurch. 　　Overlapping Shadow Style! 　　Three shadows overlapped with the sword, making the sword blurry and hard to distinguish between real and fake, interlacing with Chen Yong's palm and stabbing at the throat. 　　Holding the sword longer than his arm, if Chen Yong insisted on continuing to blast with his palm, he would definitely be struck by the wooden sword in the throat first, he had to retract his hand and slap at the wooden sword, his palms interlaced with each other, a terrifying sound whistling, wanting to break the wooden sword. 　　Split Shadow Style! 　　Chen Yong broke the shadow of the sword, but the body of the sword struck straight to his chest, causing him to fall back. 　　Wrong Shadow Style! 　　Folding Shadow Style! 　　Folding Shadow Style! 　　Shadowless Style! 　　With the final sword, all three shadows disappeared, leaving only the sword body clear and direct, knocking Chen Yong off the ring. 　　"Chief of the Sword Technique Group, Chen Zong, wins in a row." Elder Chen Wake announced aloud with a smile on his face. 　　Chen Yong's serious face had a few bitter moments, two consecutive defeats, the King of Chief had no chance with him. 　　"Next battle, Chief of the Fist Technique Group, Chen Gu Zhan, versus Chief of the Blade Technique Group, Chen Feng Hua." 　　Chen Gu Zhan set up a heavy fist starting stance, he only practiced heavy fists. 　　Chen Gu Zhan was a strong opponent, Chen Feng Hua was cautious and set up a chain of knife techniques starting stance, but his face remained unchanged, always giving off a sense of calmness. 　　Out with his fists, his fists were ferocious, rolling up wild waves, if they could shatter mountains and rocks. 　　Out of the sword, the light of the sword was coherent, as if the tide followed each other, unceasingly. 　　Chen Gu Zhan's strength was strong and his physique was amazing, his fists were heavy and incomparably heavy, and each punch carried a shocking air pressure that made it difficult to breathe. 　　Chen Fenghua carried his blood qi, his speed and strength were enhanced, his swords were faster, fiercer and stronger. 　　Chen Guzhan came from a branch clan, and like Chen Zong, he only started practicing the Tiger Whistling Technique after entering the clan hall, and so far it was only a preliminary practice, and there was still a considerable gap between quenching his blood qi once, Chen Fenghua came from a clan, and he started practicing the Tiger Whistling Technique before he entered the clan hall, and now that his blood qi was quenched, he was approaching the second time. 　　Chained Blade Technique! 　　Heavy Strike Blade Technique! 　　Alternating between light and heavy, his body was agile and roaming, Chen Gu Zhan's weakness was revealed, not flexible enough. 　　His strong body gave him greater strength and a stronger physique, but his flexibility was relatively weak. When facing some weaker opponents, this was nothing, he could completely crush them with his strength, but when facing strong opponents, his lack of flexibility would turn into a weakness that could be exploited by the other side. 　　The wooden blade from all angles, continuously chopped at Chen Gu Zhan's body, after many times ow. 　　"Stop stop stop!" Chen Gu Zhan hurriedly roared, "I admit defeat in this battle, when I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time." 　　"Motherfucker, it really hurts." While baring his teeth, Chen Guzhan jumped down from the ring, making people couldn't help but smile. 　　"Chen Fenghua of the Blade Technique Group wins for the second consecutive time, next battle, Chen Ying, Chief of the Leg Technique Group, versus Chen Zong, Chief of the Sword Technique Group." Elder Chen Awakening laughed. 　　The aggressive gaze fell on Chen Zong's face as Chen Ying sprinted like a cheetah, her long and slender legs curling up a sharp wind and whistling. 　　Chen Yuyao stared with wide eyes, what Chen Ying was performing was exactly the Blade Wind Leg Technique that she also practiced, it was also at the peak of the Great Completion, but Chen Ying's performance was obviously more subtle and more powerful. 　　Chen Zong's body swayed, swaying like a willow in the wind. 　　Peak Grand Completion Whisking Willow Sword Technique! 　　This was a sword technique that emphasized both offense and defense, it could attack and defend yet could control defense over offense and offense over defense, it was very subtle. 　　Especially after Chen Zong watched the Whisking Willow Sword Technique executed by Chen Yan, he understood it and refined it a little more. 　　Chen Ying executed the Blade Wind Leg Technique and the Python Leg Technique, applying them alternately, her legs brought up a gust of strong wind whistling, and under the strong wind, it was as if a python had come out of a hole to break through the wind and kill. 　　Chen Zong had interpreted the Whisking Willow Sword Technique to the extreme, "You are as strong as you want to be, I am swaying in the wind. 　　Without realizing it, there was a deeper perception of the sword and swordplay. 　　The wooden sword seems like a willow branch swaying and pumping, through the strong wind, straight to Chen Ying's legs, the hair force is flexible, through the surface, sore and painful. 　　Gradually, Chen Ying's legs became sore and weak, the leg techniques he executed were slow and feeble, and he was defeated by Chen Zong under a few swords. 　　"Chen Zong, the Chief of the Sword Technique Group, has won for the second consecutive time." 　　"I will definitely defeat you next time." Chen Ying was filled with unwillingness and said defiantly. 　　"Wait and see." Chen Zong laughed. 　　"Next battle, Chief of the Palm Technique Group, Chen Yong, versus Chief of the Blade Technique Group, Chen Fenghua." 　　Chen Yong had a serious face as he set up the Shattered Tablet Palm Starting Stance, his blood qi carried and his strength was in full swing. 　　Both broad palms slapped out consecutively, palm shadows overlapping, palm wind whistling, as if a wall slammed into Chen Fenghua. 　　Chen Fenghua's blood qi was carried, a blade struck down, the black blade light was swift and fierce, like a meteor sinking, the blade shattered the palm winds, turning it into a chain of momentum, causing Chen Yong to only be able to defend. 　　Heavy Strike Blade Technique! 　　Chained Blade Technique! 　　Heavy Strike Blade Technique! 　　Under the alternation, Chen Yong's defense was breached, and the wooden saber struck straight to his chest. 　　"Chief of the Blade Technique group, Chen Feng Hua, has won three times in a row." 　　"In the next battle, Fist Technique Group Chief Chen Gu Zhan faces off against Sword Technique Group Chief Chen Zong." 　　"I'm most offended by you guys who use swords." Chen Gu Zhan muttered as he set up a heavy fist starting stance, his eyes glaring wide like a savage bull charging in. 　　A shrill sound rang out as Chen Zong swept his sword across like an eagle spreading its wings. 　　Great Perfection Peak Eagle Strike Sword Technique! 　　"Oh, to have cultivated all three Foundation Establishment Sword Techniques to the peak of Grand Completion!" Elder Chen Wake was slightly surprised. 　　For the most part, martial disciples tended to cultivate one Foundation Establishment martial art, such as Chen Gu Zhan Chen Yong, who cultivated at most two, and such as Chen Ying Chen Feng Hua, who cultivated three and all reached the peak of Dacheng, were extremely, extremely rare. 　　"It seems that this son is quite talented at practicing swords." Elder Chen Awakening secretly said, he did not know that Chen Zong's earliest days were actually practicing boxing, and had also cultivated the Tiger Power Boxing Technique to the state of perfection, as for these three Foundation Establishment Sword Techniques it was only after entering the Clan Hall that he had begun to cultivate them, otherwise, he did not know what he would be surprised to see. 　　"Chen Duiyun, Chen Zong is definitely not a match for Chen Guzhan." Chen He said with a face that did not look good. 　　"Bet?" Chen Daiyun was simple and direct, Chen He's face sank without answering, he was just talking, he was not sure if Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong. 　　The wooden sword was like an eagle's wing, instantly swept past Chen Gu Zhan's side, following the break and slashing at Chen Gu Zhan's ribs. 　　Reversing back, the sword came out, like an eagle's claw striking straight at Chen Guzhan's back. 　　Chen Gu Zhan's body rotated as if it was a whirlwind, and his two fists bombarded Chen Zong furiously, completely disregarding Chen Zong's sword. 　　After the battle with Chen Feng Hua, he let go, rather than passive defense, it is better to take the initiative, using his strong body to resist the other party's wooden sword attack, as long as the other party is hit by his own double fists, will definitely suffer defeat. 　　Watching the battle under the stage was very different from facing it directly, Chen Zong could feel the terrifying wind pressure brought up by Chen Gu Zhan's double fists, even to the point of affecting his own balance. 　　Fortunately, under Chen Dayun's guidance, Chen Zong was very different from before. 　　Like an eagle against the wind, breaking the wind and going straight up, the wooden sword seemed like an eagle's beak pecking fiercely, the power hit as a point of attack, immediately let Chen Guzhan's face changed, feeling that where he was hit, as if he had been pecked off a piece of meat. 　　Resisting, Chen Gu Zhan's double fists are more ferocious, the whole person is like a chariot advancing and crushing, to force Chen Zong out of the ring. 　　Undoubtedly, this was a somewhat rogue approach, if the sword in Chen Zong's hand was an iron sword, Chen Gu Zhan would have already been bruised and battered, and the wooden sword's power was limited, so he dared to do so. 　　The Eagle Strike Sword Technique was performed to the extreme, seeking a crack. 　　True Sword Eight Styles of the Blistering Sword Style! 　　The sword was fast and furious, Chen Gu Zhan was completely unable to react in time, he only felt a pain in his throat, as if he was penetrated, it was unbearable, in the next breath, Chen Zong's wooden sword continuously chopped at the same place on both arms, he was unable to lift himself up, he was unable to fight again. 　　"The fourth sword technique, a fast sword?" Elder Chen Awakening was surprised and secretly guessed. 　　"Could it be that he stole my Fast Sword Sword Technique?" Chen Zuozhi's face also changed drastically. 　　"The Chief of the Sword Technique Group, Chen Zong, has won three times in a row." 　　As Elder Chen Wake announced, Chen He's face was like a dark cloud. 　　"Next battle, Chief of the Palm Technique Group, Chen Yong, versus Chief of the Leg Technique Group, Chen Ying." 　　As soon as they stepped onto the stage, the two of them immediately set up a starting stance and didn't strike immediately, but instead stared at each other, looking for a break. 　　"The King of Chiefs, it's between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled gently at Chen Zong, who nodded his head, a few moments of wariness stirring in his heart. 　　There was a time when he was still struggling with the difficulty in raising his cultivation, but now he had not only entered the Clan Hall, he had also won the Chief of the Sword Technique Group, and was even more qualified to ask for the Chief King. 　　Chen Yong fought steadily and steadily, Chen Ying was like a rapid torrent, and both sides collided again and again. 　　Chen Yong's palms were impervious to his own defense, allowing Chen Ying to attack without breaking, after the previous three battles, his fighting skills had further improved, and so did Chen Ying's, his legs were more rapid and more powerful. 　　Both sides carried their blood qi and exploded with full force. 　　Manpower was limited, especially on the attacking side, Chen Ying was exhausted after some furious attacks, Chen Yong seized the opportunity to slap out a palm, it was a palm that had been building up for a long time, Chen Ying was unable to defend himself and was knocked back and fell into the ring. 　　"Chen Yong, Chief of the Palm Technique Group, wins in a row." 　　Chen Yong lamented that winning was not easy ah, losing three games in a row to finally win a game, not so humiliating. 　　"Next battle, Blade Technique Group Chief Chen Feng Hua versus Sword Technique Group Chief Chen Zong." 　　With Elder Chen Wake's announcement, the crowd became excited, because so far, Chen Fenghua and Chen Zong both maintained three consecutive victories, the King of Chiefs, was born between the two of them.