Chapter 15

Who can become the Chief King? Is it you?

A heavy rain drenched the entire training ground.

After the rain cleared, a temporary wooden platform, ten meters long, ten meters wide, and one meter high, was set up in the center of the training ground.

Around the platform, sixty martial disciples, led by their respective instructors, stood in their corners. On the platform stood an old man in a brown robe, with a ruddy complexion and clear, deep eyes, speaking with a modulated voice.

His name was Chen Xing, one of the elders of the clan hall.

His voice was very inspiring, making every martial disciple excited, as if their entire bodies were filled with strength, ready to dedicate everything to the Chen family, even their lives.

As a sword practitioner, Chen Chuyun remained calm, completely unaffected. As for Chen Zong, he wanted to maintain a calm mindset, but it was difficult in front of an expert whose cultivation surpassed the Blood Qi Realm. However, the mysterious sword tip trembled slightly, clearing his mind, so he remained unaffected.

"Now, please invite the Chief of the Fist Technique Group to the platform," Elder Chen Xing said finally, and Chen Zong's gaze followed.

The Chief of the Fist Technique Group leaped onto the platform, his strong build landing with a dull thud.

Chen Guzhan came from the Red Rock Town branch, with a single arm capable of lifting eight hundred catties, and a body so strong it was like a wild bull.

"Chief of the Palm Technique Group..."

The Chief of the Palm Technique Group was Chen Yong, with an ordinary appearance and a serious face. His height and build were average, but his hands, wider and thicker than normal, with a layer of calluses, clearly indicated he was a natural talent for palm techniques.

"Chief of the Leg Technique Group..."

Chen Ying, with a slender and graceful figure, exuded agility. Her legs, wrapped in tight martial clothing, were round and long, full of strength. Her eyes were fiercely aggressive, like a wild animal in the jungle.

"Chief of the Saber Technique Group..."

Chen Fenghua, with a pleasant name and good looks, was male. His eyes were captivating, his fingers long, and he carried a long saber, exuding a charm that made young girls swoon.

"Chief of the Sword Technique Group..."

Chen Zong lightly leaped onto the platform, his footsteps silent. At first glance, he seemed ordinary, but the more you looked, the more intriguing he became.

"It's really him," Chen Yurao covered her mouth with her delicate hand, her beautiful eyes wide open, her emotions extremely complex. Chen Yidao's eyes were slightly bitter. Both from Xiaohu Town, he was insignificant in the Fist Technique Group, but Chen Zong was the Chief of the Sword Technique Group, incomparably superior.

"The five Chiefs will engage in a round-robin battle to determine the final winner, the Chief King. In addition to the ten vitality pills, the winner will receive a jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine," Elder Chen Xing's clear and deep gaze swept over the five faces. "Each of you will fight the other four. The one who wins four consecutive battles will be the first."

"The first match, Chen Guzhan versus Chen Yong. The other three Chiefs, please step off the platform for now."

Elder Chen Xing was both an observer and a judge.

"My fists are very heavy. You'd better concede early," Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong, clenching his fists and colliding them, the sound making people's scalps tingle.

"My palm technique isn't weak either," Chen Yong said seriously, his face stern. He opened his wide, thick palms, moving his blood qi, his skin slightly reddening.

"Since that's the case, take my fist," Chen Guzhan chuckled, stepping forward like a wild bull, raising his fist as if using all his strength, the wind howling and the air trembling, the terrifying force seeming capable of knocking down a house.

Peak Great Success Heavy Fist!

This was a foundational martial art that only emphasized overwhelming power, most suitable for those with innate strength, and Chen Guzhan was such a person.

With a single arm capable of lifting eight hundred catties, he could maximize the power of the heavy fist, enough to crush any opponent of the same level.

However, Chen Yong's ability to become the Chief of the Palm Technique Group was not just luck.

His wide, thick palms, covered in calluses, could almost resist blades and swords. Facing Chen Guzhan's powerful punch, Chen Yong slapped out with his palm, the center of his palm caving in, and the moment his fingers touched Chen Guzhan's fist, the palm center pushed outward, releasing a sudden burst of force.

Peak Great Success Boulder-Crushing Palm!

This was a palm technique that emphasized hardness and strength, but Chen Yong had taken it to new heights. One palm contained two layers of force, making it even more powerful.

Chen Guzhan's arm trembled, his strong figure pausing. Chen Yong took a step forward, spinning around with the step as the center, his other palm passing through his waist and striking Chen Guzhan's ribs, the force like a storm.

Chen Guzhan protected his ribs with his left arm, hardening his stance to receive Chen Yong's palm. His strong body swayed, stepping back, and Chen Yong's palms continued to strike, each containing two layers of force, hitting Chen Guzhan continuously, but he defended with his crossed arms.

No matter how fierce the storm, I remain steadfast!

"Amazing!"

Below the platform, the martial disciples drew in cold breaths. Chen Yong's palms could shatter boulders; if it were them, they couldn't withstand even one palm. Would Chen Guzhan be beaten to death?

"Strong," Chen Zong couldn't help but think. To become a Chief, one's strength was indeed astonishing, clearly surpassing Chen Zuoyi, stirring a bit of fighting spirit in his heart.

However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. Facing Chen Yong's relentless palm strikes, Chen Guzhan tightened his body, crossing his arms to protect his head and ribs, his muscles tensing to the extreme, making Chen Yong's palms feel like hitting rock, producing a dull sound.

Chen Yong wasn't made of iron; after several dozen full-force strikes, he would tire. He believed that after enduring his strikes, Chen Guzhan would be seriously injured and surely lose.

"Your palm technique is indeed strong," Chen Guzhan lowered his arms, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he smiled without concern, a hint of madness in his eyes. "But I am stronger."

His fists burst out like a mountain flood, like meteorites striking, the terrifying wind pressure making Chen Yong's facial muscles sink, his breathing difficult.

Raising his palm to defend!

The moment the fist and palm collided, a terrifying force erupted, like a flood breaking through a dam. Chen Yong couldn't resist, retreating step by step. Chen Guzhan, like a madman, continued to strike, one punch after another.

The fifth punch!

Chen Yong couldn't resist, flying off the platform, his arms trembling, his hands in pain.

"I told you to concede," Chen Guzhan looked down at Chen Yong, grinning, while Chen Yong remained serious.

"Chief of the Fist Technique Group, Chen Guzhan, wins the first match. The second match, Chief of the Leg Technique Group, Chen Ying, versus Chief of the Saber Technique Group, Chen Fenghua," Elder Chen Xing announced. Chen Guzhan jumped off the platform, having expended a lot of energy in the previous match, needing to rest.

Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua stepped onto the platform. Chen Ying wore long leather boots, and Chen Fenghua's long saber was gone, replaced by a black wooden saber in his hand.

Chen Ying's eyes were wild, a gaze that most people couldn't withstand, while Chen Fenghua remained calm, seemingly unaffected by anything.

Without a word, Chen Ying rushed forward, agile like a leopard, covering seven or eight meters in an instant, her leg sweeping like a steel whip at Chen Fenghua's lower body. Chen Fenghua lightly leaped, his black wooden saber turning into a black light, slashing forward.

Supporting himself with one hand on the ground, he spun, his legs like a whirlwind, one leg sweeping at the saber light, the other striking Chen Fenghua's chest like a coiling python.

"Indeed, none of the Chiefs are simple," Chen Zong thought. The ordinary martial disciples watched in amazement, realizing that combat could be like this.

The saber light split into two, simultaneously striking Chen Ying's legs.

Upon collision, a terrifying force erupted, Chen Ying landing, pushing off the ground to leap again, her legs like coiling pythons. Chen Fenghua landed gracefully, his feet lightly touching the platform, his body flowing like water, avoiding Chen Ying's legs, his wooden saber slashing out.

This slash was unstoppable, the saber light continuous, seemingly endless.

In the Peak Great Success Python Leg Technique, he alternated with the Peak Great Success Wind Saber Leg Technique, the wind howling, shattering the black saber light, the continuous collisions producing a dull sound from the wooden saber and leather boots.

The battle was intense.

Chen Ying's leg technique, like her personality, was wild, while Chen Fenghua's saber technique, no matter how intense, remained calm and composed.

No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua handled it with ease, and Chen Zong could see that he was looking for an opportunity.

Chen Zong put himself in the situation, imagining how he would handle such an opponent.

Chen Fenghua's saber technique was a continuous saber technique at the Peak Great Success level. The saber moved in a continuous loop, and suddenly, the continuous saber light paused, the next strike bringing a terrifying force, as if splitting the air, capable of shattering a boulder, powerful and heavy.

Peak Great Success Heavy Strike Saber Technique!

Unlike the continuous saber technique, the heavy strike saber technique emphasized a single powerful strike, directly crushing the target without a second strike.

This strike was perfectly timed, making Chen Zong's eyes light up.

This strike was completely unexpected by Chen Ying, leaving her no time to react or move her blood qi.

This strike was powerful and fierce.

Chen Ying was struck, flying off the platform, defeated.

"Chief of the Saber Technique Group, Chen Fenghua, wins the first match," Elder Chen Xing announced again. "The third match, Chief of the Sword Technique Group versus Chief of the Palm Technique Group, Chen Yong."

After resting, Chen Yong's palms had recovered.

Below the platform, the Fist Technique Group instructor, Chen He, looked at Chen Zong with a playful gaze. When he heard that Chen Zong had perfected the Tiger Strength Fist Technique, he had immediately nominated him, giving him due attention. He was annoyed that Chen Zong had refused him, choosing the Sword Technique Group instead.

"Chen Chuyun, your Sword Technique Group is too weak. Even a one-month practitioner can become Chief," Chen He said sarcastically to Chen Chuyun.

Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen He, ignoring him, finding it beneath him to respond.

On the platform, Chen Yong took a deep breath, assuming the starting stance of the Boulder-Crushing Palm Technique, facing Chen Zong.

After the battle with Chen Guzhan and watching the match between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong realized that each Chief had exceptional abilities. The Chief of the Sword Technique Group hadn't shown his skills yet, but having defeated Chen Zuoyi to become Chief, his strength was likely not weak, and he needed to be cautious.

His heart beat steadily and powerfully, his body filled with strength. Chen Zong stepped forward, assuming the starting stance of the Phantom Sword Technique, the sword tip pointing at Chen Yong.

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