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"Tiger leaps over thousands of mountains!"
"The tiger roars across the forest!"
"Fighting Tiger Spear Style!"
He executed one powerful move after another, as if a ferocious tiger roared, dissipating all its demonic power, and struck Chen Zong mercilessly, especially the last move, which was a culmination of all the power and was astonishingly tyrannical.
But Chen Zong still wielded his sword to resist them one by one, without any break.
The last sword was swept out, and the sword force was continuous, knocking the opponent away.
Won another game.
Then, Chen Zong won with one sword after another. The opponent was too weak to block even his own sword, so how could he help him master the unique skills.
Ninety consecutive wins!
"Ninety consecutive wins."
"sharp."
"He should challenge for a hundred consecutive victories."
"Hundred consecutive victories, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and finally someone is going to challenge the 100-consecutive victory."
"This is a ninety-game winning streak. It's too easy." The young men were stunned, and then they all laughed.
"Looks like I'll come and have some fun another day. It would be nice to get a hundred consecutive victories and leave a statue here for people to admire." One of the young men said with a smile, as if the challenge of the Hundred Battles Arena was very easy, thinking
You can get as many consecutive wins as you want.
"I think it will work. Why don't you come and participate the day after tomorrow? Then you will face Chen Zong and end his winning streak."
"Okay, let's do it."
In a few words, several young people made a decision.
After winning 90 consecutive victories, Chen Zong got up and left Baiba battlefield. He didn't have time to go shopping and went directly back to his residence to continue participating in special moves.
With Chen Zong's efforts, the trick became clear little by little, but there was still a long way to go before it could be formed.
The lights outside the house were brightly lit, and people were talking everywhere, all about the Baizhan Arena. The word Chen Zong kept being mentioned, as if it was on everyone's lips.
Those young people were dining in the restaurant, and the voices coming from around them always contained words like Zong Heng Jian or Chen Zong from time to time. The more they listened, the more bored they became, and they couldn't help but feel violent.
"Shut up!" The young man with narrow eyes shouted coldly, and his whole body exuded an astonishingly cold and sharp aura, like invisible sword energy piercing the air, making other people in the restaurant tremble.
"Chen Zong, Chen Zong, Chen Zong, who is he? You ignorant people keep talking about him."
"I will kill anyone who dares to mention this name."
As soon as the words fell, cold murderous intent spread, and the whole restaurant seemed to be crushed to pieces.
Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound or even move for fear of being killed.
"Okay, what's the point of arguing with a group of ants?" The one headed by several young people spoke up, with a condescending indifference that made people very uncomfortable.
"Humph." The young man sat down with a cold look on his face.
The murderous intention dissipated, and everyone in the restaurant did not dare to move. It took a while before someone stood up and left tremblingly. After a while, only a few people were left in the entire restaurant, and these few people were eating by themselves.
They are all in the pseudo-extraordinary realm, so naturally they will not be afraid of a few in the true martial realm.
On the contrary, they were quite disdainful of this, but Chen Zong had nothing to do with them and others, so they naturally would not meddle in their own business.
Chen Zong didn't know about these things and was still immersed in understanding.
As the night passed, when the morning sun rose into the sky, another new day arrived. Today was the real martial arts arena at the pseudo-supernormal level. Chen Zong did not intend to watch the battle.
After walking out of his residence, Chen Zong strolled onto the streets of Baizhan City, walking along the wide streets as if aimlessly, but he continued to meditate on the unique skills of the Zongheng Sword Code in his mind.
As he walked, Chen Zong stepped into a restaurant and sat down by the window with his remaining concentration.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant waiter ran over and wiped the table again while asking with a smile.
"A few signature dishes and a jar of wine." Chen Zong responded casually. His main focus was on understanding the special moves, whether walking, sitting or lying down.
"Okay, please drink tea first and wait a moment." The waiter skillfully brought Chen Zong hot tea.
Not long after, four young men also stepped into the restaurant, their eyes swept over and fell on Chen Zong.
"It's him."
"Walk."
With that said, one of them walked up to Chen Zong, put his hands on the edge of the table and looked down, his eyes were a bit cold as if he wanted to see through Chen Zong.
"Chen Zong, don't be too arrogant."
Chen Zong was slightly stunned when he heard this.
Too arrogant?
I have never been arrogant in my actions, so how could I be so arrogant?
"Doesn't it feel good to have your name mentioned repeatedly by everyone, thinking that you are superior and invincible?" The young man's eyes were as cold and sharp as a sword, and his words were aggressive but extremely sarcastic: "Remember my words.
, you are nothing, you will know tomorrow."
After saying that, the young man got up and walked back to his original place.
Chen Zong's expression returned to calmness and he did not refute the other party because he was lazy.
There is no benefit in this kind of verbal fight. It is better to separate your mind and meditate on the trick.
Chen Zong didn't respond at all, which made the young man very unhappy, but he suppressed his inner anger and waited until tomorrow's Hundred Battles Arena to give him a good look.
After a delicious meal, Chen Zong left the restaurant and returned to his residence along the street to continue his practice and enlightenment.
Now that the cultivation level has reached the limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, as for the tenth level, which symbolizes the perfection of the True Martial Realm, he has no clue. For a while, Chen Zong didn't know how to break through, so he could only figure it out slowly.
In fact, with normal martial arts training, after reaching the limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, you can start to accumulate in preparation for breaking through to the Pseudo-Supermundane Realm.
There is only one way to break through to the pseudo-supernormal state, and that is to open an acupoint.
After opening an acupuncture point, the true power can transform and become more powerful. It is between the true power and the spiritual power of the extraordinary realm. It is a kind of pseudo spiritual power. It is not as good as the real spiritual power, but it is stronger than the true power.
Many times more tyrannical.
It is very difficult for ordinary warriors to open up the acupoints. This is also the reason why many warriors have been stuck at the bottleneck for decades or even longer after their cultivation reached the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, unable to break through.
As for Chen Zong, he can clearly feel that as long as he is willing, he can transform his tyrannical Zongheng power into a more powerful pseudo-spiritual power at any time. At that time, he will enter the pseudo-supernormal realm and his combat power will increase.
.
Because Chen Zong once opened two major acupoints when he was practicing Jin state.
Zenith Point and Diyuan Point!
For example, there is a door in front of Chen Zong, and Chen Zong already holds the key to the door. As long as he is willing, he can directly open the door and walk into a wider world.
But Chen Zong didn't want to. The tenth level of Zhenwu realm was the target for the next stage.
Furthermore, you also need to practice the second form of mind change first, and it is best to practice the third form of mind change before you can break through to the pseudo-supernormal realm. After all, pseudo spiritual power is many times more powerful than the real power. If you want to compete with
When combined with other powers, the difficulty will be greatly increased.
But if you fuse first at the True Martial Realm level, then after you break through, you won't need to fuse again.
Based on these two points, no matter what, Chen Zong cannot break through to the pseudo-supernormal realm now.
So if you want to enhance your own combat power, you can only start with the practice of changing your mind and creating your own unique skills.
As night fell, Chen Zong was still practicing.
As the sky dimmed, Chen Zong woke up from his practice, stood up, and walked in the direction of Baiba battlefield.
When Chen Zong arrived at Hundred Battlefields, the spectator seats were already full of people, and it was even more crowded than the last time, because today was Chen Zong's challenge to win a hundred consecutive victories, which was of great significance and should not be missed.
Among the tens of thousands of spectators, there are quite a few who are pseudo-supernormal masters and are very interested.
Throughout the ages, there are very few people who can achieve a hundred consecutive victories. After all, Baiba battlefield will not let others achieve a hundred consecutive victories, and will try every means to snipe.
Holding the wooden number plate, Chen Zong walked onto the waiting table.
At the waiting table, Chen Zong felt five fierce and powerful eyes falling on him one after another, as if they were real.
The owners of these gazes were all quite young, and seemed to be at least forty years old. Chen Zong suddenly had a feeling that perhaps these people were his opponents today.
From the looks of it, they should all be masters trained by Baiba battlefield itself, and none of them are weak in combat power.
In addition to those five people, there are other people on the waiting table, all of whom are going to take part in the challenge. After all, if they don't face off against Chen Zong, they might be able to get some consecutive victories.
Some time passed, and a young man walked up, exuding a sharpness, like an invisible sword aura.
The young man's sharp eyes swept over him and finally landed on Chen Zong, with a cold look on his lips.
"I wonder if Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories?"
"It should be possible, he is so powerful."
"I guess it's a bit difficult. Baijun battlefield will not just let him win a hundred consecutive victories. You must know that Baijun battlefield itself has trained many masters, and all of them are not weak in combat power."
"yes."
"Today, there will definitely be several exciting battles."
"I hope Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories."
Amid countless discussions, today's Hundred Battles Arena challenge also begins.
The first person to appear was not Chen Zong, because Chen Zong was not the first to arrive.
Chen Zong was staring at the battle on the Baizhan Arena, but most of his thoughts were actually on comprehending the special moves.
The winner in the Hundred Battle Arena will be determined quickly.
Then, someone else rushed to the Hundred Battle Arena and continued fighting.
One after another, Chen Zong's name was soon called, and the voice was extremely loud, implying a bit of uncontrollable excitement.
A hundred consecutive victories may be expected to be born, can you not be excited?
"I know that I am not your opponent, but I will not admit defeat." Chen Zong's opponent said sternly, as if he was going to release a raging fire with a weak candlelight. Although it was an extravagant hope, Chen Zong still let him use his full strength, and then,
Defeat with one sword.
Too weak to have any sharpening effect.
When the sound sounded and the next opponent was about to leave the waiting area, the young man suddenly stood up and pressed down the man's shoulders.
"Give me the wooden sign." The young man said unhurriedly, with a hint of coldness in his voice.
The man was about to get angry, but found that he could not move. The terrifying aura enveloped him, as if an invisible sword penetrated his body. In horror, he quickly handed over his wooden sign.
The young man held the wooden sign and stepped out with a sneer on his lips.