Chapter 16

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Chen Yong's steps were slow, approaching Chen Zong step by step. His palms were held in front of him, one up and one down, one forward and one back, ready to defend any part of his body.

Chen Zong stood still, his gaze sharp, searching for any weakness in Chen Yong.

Like a war chariot advancing, the oppressive aura approached. At the moment they were two meters apart, Chen Yong suddenly burst forward, like a large fish leaping out of the water, swift and fierce. He slapped his palm toward Chen Zong's face, his broad hand rapidly enlarging in Chen Zong's view.

Without advancing, retreating, or dodging, Chen Zong thrust his sword forward. The sword flashed, and three afterimages appeared, each splitting apart as if four swords were thrust simultaneously.

Shadow Splitting Technique!

Chen Yong's right palm swept across, intercepting the wooden sword, while his left palm struck Chen Zong's ribs from the waist.

Shadow Misleading Technique!

The sword shadows crossed, causing Chen Yong's palm to miss. His left palm had to be quickly retracted, and his two palms moved rapidly in front of him, forming a wall of palms.

Shadow Folding Technique!

The sword shadows folded, piercing through the wall of palms, rapidly enlarging in Chen Yong's eyes, forcing him to step back.

Without hesitation, Chen Yong gathered his blood qi, exerting his full strength, and rushed forward with increased speed. His palm slapped out, creating a terrifying whistling sound, the force so strong it seemed capable of shattering a stone monument.

Chen Zong's gaze was sharp, as if he could see through everything. The trajectory of Chen Yong's steps and palms was clear before him, the patterns on his palms gradually enlarging.

Thrust the sword!

Three consecutive thrusts, the basic eighteen sword techniques, light and swift, striking Chen Yong's palm, causing it to pause slightly.

Shadow Stacking Technique!

Three afterimages overlapped with the sword, making it blurry and indistinguishable. The sword crossed with Chen Yong's palm, piercing toward his throat.

The sword was longer than his arm. If Chen Yong insisted on continuing his palm strike, he would be hit in the throat by the wooden sword first. He had no choice but to retract his hand and strike the wooden sword, his two palms crossing, creating a terrifying whistling sound, attempting to break the wooden sword.

Shadow Splitting Technique!

Chen Yong broke the sword shadow, but the sword struck his chest, forcing him to retreat.

Shadow Misleading Technique!

Shadow Stacking Technique!

Shadow Folding Technique!

Shadowless Technique!

The final sword strike, the three afterimages disappeared, leaving only the clear and direct sword body, knocking Chen Yong off the platform.

"Chen Zong, the chief of the sword technique group, wins consecutively." Elder Chen Xing announced with a smile.

Chen Yong's serious face showed a hint of bitterness. Two consecutive losses, the title of Chief of Chiefs was out of reach.

"The next match, the chief of the fist technique group, Chen Guzhan, versus the chief of the saber technique group, Chen Fenghua."

Chen Guzhan assumed the starting stance of the heavy fist technique, practicing only the heavy fist.

Chen Guzhan was a formidable opponent, and Chen Fenghua treated him with caution, assuming the starting stance of the continuous saber technique. However, his expression remained calm, giving an impression of composure.

Chen Guzhan's punch was fierce, creating a powerful wave, as if it could shatter rocks.

Chen Fenghua's saber technique was continuous, like a tide, unending.

Chen Guzhan's strength was formidable, his physique astonishing. His punches were incredibly heavy, each one carrying a terrifying pressure, making it hard to breathe.

Chen Fenghua gathered his blood qi, enhancing his speed and strength, making his saber strikes faster, stronger, and more powerful.

Chen Guzhan came from a branch family, like Chen Zong, he only began practicing the Tiger Roar Technique after entering the clan hall. He had only just completed the initial stage, far from fully refining his blood qi. Chen Fenghua, from the main family, had started practicing the Tiger Roar Technique before entering the clan hall and was now nearing his second refinement.

Continuous Saber Technique!

Heavy Strike Saber Technique!

Alternating between light and heavy, fast and slow, Chen Guzhan's movements were agile, but his weakness was his lack of flexibility.

His strong physique gave him greater strength and endurance, but his flexibility was relatively weaker. Against weaker opponents, this was not a problem, as he could overpower them with his strength. However, against a strong opponent, his lack of flexibility became a weakness that could be exploited.

The wooden saber struck Chen Guzhan from various angles, causing him to howl in pain.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Chen Guzhan shouted urgently. "I concede this match. When I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time."

"Damn, that really hurts." Chen Guzhan grimaced as he jumped off the platform, causing a chuckle from the audience.

"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the saber technique group, wins consecutively. The next match, the chief of the leg technique group, Chen Ying, versus the chief of the sword technique group, Chen Zong." Elder Chen Xing smiled.

Chen Yurao's eyes widened as she watched. Chen Ying was using the Wind Saber Leg Technique, which she also practiced. Both were at the peak of mastery, but Chen Ying's execution was clearly more refined and powerful.

Chen Zong's figure flickered, swaying like a willow in the wind.

Peak Mastery Willow Swinging Sword Technique!

This sword technique emphasized both offense and defense, capable of attacking, defending, and counterattacking, making it highly sophisticated.

Especially after observing Chen Yan's Willow Swinging Sword Technique, Chen Zong had gained insights and further refined his technique.

Chen Ying alternated between the Wind Saber Leg Technique and the Python Leg Technique, her legs creating a series of powerful gusts, like a python emerging from its den, breaking through the wind.

Chen Zong performed the Willow Swinging Sword Technique to perfection, remaining calm and composed no matter how fierce the attack.

Unconsciously, he gained a deeper understanding of swords and sword techniques.

The wooden sword swayed like a willow branch, piercing through the gusts and striking Chen Ying's legs, the force supple and penetrating, causing a deep ache.

Gradually, Chen Ying's legs grew weak, her leg techniques becoming slow and weak. After a few strikes, she was defeated by Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, the chief of the sword technique group, wins consecutively."

"Next time, I will definitely defeat you." Chen Ying said, full of determination and unwilling to admit defeat.

"We'll see." Chen Zong smiled.

"The next match, the chief of the palm technique group, Chen Yong, versus the chief of the saber technique group, Chen Fenghua."

Chen Yong's expression was serious as he assumed the starting stance of the Boulder Shattering Palm Technique, gathering his blood qi and exerting his full strength.

His broad palms struck continuously, the palm shadows overlapping, the palm wind whistling, like a wall colliding with Chen Fenghua.

Chen Fenghua gathered his blood qi, striking with his saber. The black saber light was swift, like a falling meteor, shattering the palm wind and creating a continuous momentum, forcing Chen Yong to defend.

Heavy Strike Saber Technique!

Continuous Saber Technique!

Heavy Strike Saber Technique!

Alternating between the two, Chen Yong's defense was breached, and the wooden saber struck his chest.

"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the saber technique group, wins consecutively."

"The next match, the chief of the fist technique group, Chen Guzhan, versus the chief of the sword technique group, Chen Zong."

"I hate you sword and saber users the most." Chen Guzhan muttered, assuming the starting stance of the heavy fist technique, his eyes wide, charging like a wild bull.

A sharp sound rang out as Chen Zong, like an eagle spreading its wings, struck with his sword.

Peak Mastery Eagle Striking Sword Technique!

"Oh, he has mastered all three foundational sword techniques to the peak of mastery!" Elder Chen Xing was slightly surprised.

Most martial disciples usually practice one foundational martial technique. Chen Guzhan and Chen Yong practiced at most two, while Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua practiced three, all reaching the peak of mastery, which was extremely rare.

"It seems this young man has a talent for swordsmanship." Elder Chen Xing thought to himself, unaware that Chen Zong had originally practiced fist techniques and had even perfected the Tiger Force Fist. The three foundational sword techniques were only practiced after entering the clan hall, which would have been even more surprising.

"Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is definitely not Chen Guzhan's match." Chen He said with a grim expression.

"Bet?" Chen Chuyun asked straightforwardly. Chen He's face darkened, but he did not answer, as he was just talking and had no confidence in whether Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong.

The wooden sword, like an eagle's wing, swiftly passed by Chen Guzhan's side, striking a weak point on his ribs.

Retracting, thrusting, like an eagle's claw striking Chen Guzhan's back.

Chen Guzhan's figure spun like a whirlwind, his fists wildly striking Chen Zong, completely ignoring Chen Zong's sword.

After the battle with Chen Fenghua, he had become more relaxed. Instead of passively defending, he chose to be more proactive, using his strong physique to withstand the wooden sword's attacks. As long as he hit Chen Zong with his fists, Chen Zong would surely be injured and defeated.

From the audience, Chen Zong could feel the terrifying wind pressure from Chen Guzhan's fists, even affecting his balance.

Fortunately, with Chen Chuyun's guidance, Chen Zong was different from before.

Like an eagle fighting against the wind, he broke through, the wooden sword like an eagle's beak, striking with concentrated force, immediately changing Chen Guzhan's expression, as if a piece of flesh had been pecked off.

Enduring, Chen Guzhan's fists became even more fierce, advancing like a war chariot, trying to force Chen Zong off the platform.

Undoubtedly, this was a somewhat ruthless approach. If Chen Zong's sword were a steel sword, Chen Guzhan would already be covered in injuries. The wooden sword's limited power allowed him to take this risk.

Chen Zong performed the Eagle Striking Sword Technique to perfection, finding a weak point.

True Sword Eight Techniques: Swift Sword Technique!

The sword was fast and urgent, and Chen Guzhan had no time to react. He felt a pain in his throat, as if it had been pierced, and the next moment, Chen Zong's wooden sword struck his arms repeatedly, making it impossible for him to continue fighting.

"The fourth sword technique, is it a swift sword?" Elder Chen Xing was amazed, speculating.

"Did he secretly learn my Swift Sword Technique?" Chen Zuoyi's face also changed.

"Chen Zong, the chief of the sword technique group, wins consecutively."

As Elder Chen Xing announced, Chen He's face darkened like a storm cloud.

"The next match, the chief of the palm technique group, Chen Yong, versus the chief of the leg technique group, Chen Ying."

As soon as they stepped onto the platform, both immediately assumed their starting stances, not immediately attacking but staring at each other, searching for weaknesses.

"The Chief of Chiefs will be decided between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled lightly at Chen Zong, who nodded, feeling a surge of fighting spirit.

Not long ago, he had been troubled by his inability to improve his cultivation. Now, not only had he entered the clan hall, but he had also become the chief of the sword technique group, with a chance to become the Chief of Chiefs.

Chen Yong was steady and methodical, while Chen Ying was like a raging torrent. They clashed repeatedly.

Chen Yong's palms formed an impenetrable defense, allowing Chen Ying to attack without breaking through. After the previous three battles, his combat skills had improved, as had Chen Ying's, making her legs even faster and more powerful.

Both gathered their blood qi and exerted their full strength.

Human strength has limits, especially for the attacker. After a fierce assault, Chen Ying was exhausted. Chen Yong seized the opportunity and struck with a well-prepared palm. Chen Ying could not resist and was forced off the platform.

"Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique group, wins consecutively."

Chen Yong sighed, feeling the difficulty of winning. After three consecutive losses, he finally won a match, which was not so embarrassing.

"The next match, the chief of the saber technique group, Chen Fenghua, versus the chief of the sword technique group, Chen Zong."

As Elder Chen Xing announced, everyone became excited. So far, both Chen Fenghua and Chen Zong had won three consecutive matches, and the Chief of Chiefs would be decided between them.