Chapter 6 Who is the King in the Battle of the Chiefs
(Who? Can you become the chief king? Is it you?)
A heavy rain drenched the entire martial arts training ground.
After the rain cleared up, a temporary hardwood ring ten meters long, ten meters wide and one meter high was built in the center of the martial arts training ground.
Around the ring, sixty martial arts disciples were each in a corner under the leadership of their respective teachers. On the ring stood an old man, wearing a brown robe, with a ruddy face and clear and deep eyes, speaking in a measured tone.
His name is Chen Xing, one of the clan elders.
His voice was very contagious, and every martial artist was excited when he heard it, as if they were full of strength and wanted to sacrifice everything for the Chen family, even to the death.
As a sword practitioner, he should stay calm. Chen Chuyun was not affected at all. As for Chen Zong, he wanted to keep a calm mind, but it was difficult in front of a master whose cultivation level exceeded the Qi and Blood realm. However, the mysterious sword
The tip trembled slightly, making his mind clear and unaffected.
"Now, please invite the chief of the boxing group to come to the ring." Elder Chen Xing finally said, and Chen Zong looked at him.
The leader of the boxing group jumped up, and his strong body landed on the ring with a muffled sound.
Chen Guzhan, from the Hongyan Town branch, has a strength of 800 kilograms in one arm, and his body is incredibly strong, like a wild bull.
"Chief of the Magic Palm Group..."
The leader of the Palm Technique Group is Chen Yong. He has an ordinary appearance, a serious face, and an ordinary height and build. The only thing that stands out is that his palms are wider than normal people, and with a layer of calluses, he is obviously a natural born
A master at practicing palm skills.
"Chief of the kicking group..."
Chen Ying has a slender and graceful figure, and a kind of vigor, especially her legs, which are wrapped in a tight-fitting military uniform. They are round and slender and look full of power. Her eyes are very aggressive, like a beast living in the jungle.
"Chief of the swordsmanship group..."
Chen Fenghua has a nice name and good-looking person, but he is a man, but his eyes are very charming, his fingers are slender, he carries a long knife on his back, and his whole body exudes an aura that fascinates girls.
"Chief of the swordsmanship group..."
Chen Zong jumped lightly and landed on the ring silently. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but the more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes.
"It's really him." Chen Yuyao covered her mouth with her slender hands, her beautiful eyes widened, and her mood was extremely complicated. Chen Yidao's eyes were a bit bitter. He also came from Xiaohu Town. He was insignificant in the boxing group, but Chen Zong was the swordsman.
The chief of the legal team is completely incomparable.
"The chiefs of the five groups will take turns fighting to determine the final winner, who will be the king of chiefs. In addition to the prescribed reward of ten energy pills, he will also receive a jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine." Elder Chen Xing was clear and profound.
His eyes swept across the faces of the five people: "Each of the five of you will fight against the other four, and the one who wins four consecutive times will be the first."
"The first battle is between Chen Gu and Chen Yong. The other three chiefs please leave the ring temporarily."
Elder Chen Xing came not only to watch the battle, but also to serve as a referee.
"My fists are very heavy, it's better for you to give in as soon as possible." Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong, clenched his fists and collided, making a clicking sound, which made people's scalp numb.
"I am not a vegetarian in my palm skills." Chen Yong had a serious and old-fashioned look on his face. He opened his broad palms, and the blood energy was transferred, and his skin was slightly red.
"In that case, then take my punch." Chen Guzhan chuckled, stepped forward, and rushed towards Chen Yong like a wild bull. He raised his fist as if he had used all his strength to punch it out, and the wind roared under his fist.
, the air shook with such terrifying force that it seemed like it could knock down a house with one punch.
Dacheng's peak punch!
This is a foundation-building martial art that only emphasizes strength and crushing. It is most suitable for people who are naturally strong to practice. Chen Guzhan is such a person.
With a strength of 800 kilograms in one arm, he can exert the power of his punches to the extreme, enough to crush all opponents of the same level.
However, it is not luck that Chen Yong became the chief of the magic group.
A pair of broad palms covered with calluses could almost withstand swords. Facing Chen Guzhan's hard-hit punch, Chen Yong slapped his palms out, and his palms sunk inward. The moment his five fingers came into contact with Chen Guzhan's fist, his palms moved toward
Outside, the power that was contained but not released suddenly burst out with a shudder.
Dacheng's peak tablet-breaking palm technique!
This is a palm technique that emphasizes strength and hardness, but Chen Yong has practiced it to a new level. One palm contains double power impact, making it even more powerful.
Chen Guzhan's arm trembled, and his strong figure paused. Chen Yong took a step forward, and his whole body rotated around the step. Another palm passed through his waist and hit Chen Guzhan's ribs with force like wind and thunder.
Chen Guzhan protected his ribs with his left arm and received a palm from Chen Yong. His strong body shook and he took a step back. Chen Yong fired out his palms continuously. Each palm contained double power. He slapped Chen Guzhan continuously, but he was hit by both hands.
Arms crossed to resist all.
No matter how violent the storm hits you, I will remain firm and unmoving!
"So strong!"
Under the ring, all the martial arts disciples gasped. Chen Yong's palms were enough to crack stone monuments. If it were them, they couldn't withstand even one palm. Would Chen Guzhan be beaten to death?
"Awesome." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly thought. Being able to become the chief, his strength is indeed amazing. Compared with Chen Zuozuo, he is obviously much more tyrannical, which aroused the slightest fighting spirit in his heart.
However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. Facing the violent bombardment of Chen Yong's palms, Chen Guzhan tightened himself as much as possible, crossing his arms to protect his head, ribs and other parts. His muscles were tense to the extreme, which made Chen Guzhan
Yong's palms made a dull sound as if they were hitting rocks.
Chen Yong was not an invincible man. He would be exhausted even after being hit with more than ten palms in a row. He felt that if he had to endure the bombardment of more than ten palms, Chen Guzhan would definitely suffer a lot of trauma and would definitely lose.
"Your palm skills are indeed very strong." Chen Guzhan lowered his arms, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but smiled nonchalantly, and there seemed to be a trace of madness in the depths of his eyes: "But I am stronger."
The fists exploded like flash floods and fell like meteorites. The terrifying wind pressure made Chen Yong's facial muscles dent and made it difficult to breathe.
Raise your hands to resist!
The moment the fists and palms collided, terrifying power burst out, like a torrent bursting from a dike. Chen Yong could not resist it at all, and kept retreating. Chen Guzhan was like a madman, bombarding continuously with his fists, two punches, three punches and four punches.
The fifth punch!
Chen Yong could no longer resist and fell down onto the ring. His arms were shaking and his palms were in severe pain.
"I told you, I want you to admit defeat." Chen Guzhan stared down at Chen Yong and grinned. Chen Yong was serious about his smile.
"Chen Guzhan, the chief of the boxing group, won a consecutive victory. In the second battle, Chen Ying, the chief of the kicking group, faced off against Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship group." Elder Chen Xing announced loudly, and Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring. After the first battle, he was exhausted.
I have exerted a lot of strength and need to rest.
Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua came on stage. Chen Ying wore long leopard skin boots on her legs. The long knife on Chen Fenghua's back was missing, and she was holding a black wooden knife in her hand.
Chen Ying's eyes were full of wildness. Most people couldn't bear that kind of eyes, but Chen Fenghua was calm and calm, as if he was not affected by any external objects.
Without saying a word, Chen Ying rushed out quickly. Her body was as strong as a cheetah, and she dashed across seven or eight meters in an instant. She swept her leg like a steel whip towards Chen Fenghua's lower body. Chen Fenghua jumped lightly and held the black wooden knife in his hand.
It turned into a black light and slashed forward.
He turned his body with one hand on the ground, his legs were like a whirlwind, one leg swept towards the sword light, and the other leg struck Chen Fenghua's chest like a python turning over.
"Sure enough, it is not easy to become the chief." Chen Zong secretly thought, while the ordinary warriors were stunned to see that they could still fight like this.
When the sword was struck down, the light of the sword instantly split into two, slashing at Chen Ying's legs at the same time.
After the collision, Chen Ying fell to the ground with a terrible burst of power. He held up his hands and bounced up instantly. His legs alternated like two big pythons coming out of the hole. Chen Fenghua landed on the ground lightly, with his toes tapping the ring lightly. His body was like running water, avoiding Chen Yingshuang.
His legs and the wooden knife in his hand were slashed out.
This strike was out of control, and the sword light was continuous, as if it would never stop.
Among the Dacheng Peak Big Python Kick Techniques, Dacheng Peak Sword Wind Kick Techniques were alternately performed. The strong wind roared, shattering black sword lights one after another, and the wooden swords and leopard skin boots continuously made muffled sounds as they collided continuously.
The fighting was fierce.
Chen Ying's kicking skills are just like her character, full of wildness, while Chen Fenghua's swordsmanship, no matter how fierce it is, always has a calm and calm attitude.
No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always responded with ease. Chen Zong could see that he was looking for opportunities.
Chen Zong put himself into the situation and imagined how he would deal with such an opponent.
Chen Fenghua's sword technique is a chain sword technique, which is at the peak level of Dacheng. When the sword comes out in a chain, suddenly, it seems that there is an endless chain of swords. The falling sword brings a terrible strong wind, which seems to split the front and can break a piece.
The boulder weighed heavily.
The pinnacle of heavy blow sword skills!
Different from the serial sword technique, which uses a chain of swords, the heavy attack sword technique emphasizes one sharp strike with one sword, directly defeating the target without making a second blow.
This sword was perfectly timed and made Chen Zong's eyes shine.
This knife was completely unexpected by Chen Ying. He had no time to react, let alone move the blood.
This sword is powerful, heavy, ferocious and unforgiving.
Chen Ying was hit, flew out, fell into the ring, and was defeated.
"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has won in a row." Elder Chen Xing announced again: "In the third battle, the chief of the swordsmanship group will face off against Chen Yong, the chief of the palm skills group."
After some rest, Chen Yong's palms have recovered.
Under the ring, Chen He, the instructor of the boxing team, stared at Chen Zong with a playful look. When he heard that Chen Zong had practiced Huli Boxing to perfection, he was the first to name him and paid enough attention to him. Unexpectedly, the other party rejected him and refused to enter.
Instead of entering the boxing group, he entered the swordsmanship group, which made him very unhappy.
"Chen Chuyun, your swordsmanship team is too weak. Even a person who has practiced swordsmanship for a month can win the title of chief." Chen He looked at Chen Chuyun and said sarcastically.
Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen He, ignored it, and disdained it.
On the ring, Chen Yong took a deep breath, assumed the starting position of the Shattering Tablet Palm Technique, and faced Chen Zong directly.
After the battle with Chen Gu, and seeing the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong also realized that to be the leader of each group, there must be something special. The leader of the swordsmanship group has not taken action yet, but
If he can defeat Chen Zuozuo and win the chief position, his strength will probably not be much weaker, so he deserves to be treated with caution.
His heart beat low and powerfully, and power filled his whole body. Chen Zong took steps forward and assumed the starting position of the Afterimage Sword Technique, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Chen Yong.