Chapter 19

(How many times has Chen Zong refined his blood qi? Also, I heard that those who vote and reward will become more handsome)

Residual Image!

Willow Breeze!

Eagle Strike!

Three consecutive sword techniques, Chen Fenghua swung his saber to defend, retreating continuously. The sword light seemed to penetrate everywhere, making it difficult for him to cope.

“I concede.” Chen Fenghua's face was full of bitterness: “Fighting you is a nightmare.”

Six times, this was already the sixth Chief King contest, and it was also the sixth time he had been defeated by Chen Zong. Moreover, each time was faster than the last. Chen Zong's rate of progress made him feel overwhelmed, crushing his proud heart to pieces.

Soon, it was the final match of the sixth Chief King contest.

Sword technique chief Chen Zong faced off against fist technique chief Chen Guzhan.

“Ha!” With a loud shout, Chen Guzhan's blood qi surged, his skin turned red, and his strength increased by three hundred pounds, reaching a terrifying eleven hundred pounds. He unleashed a more complete and perfect punch, his fists like boulders falling from the sky, continuously smashing towards Chen Zong, sealing all around.

One could say that without Chen Zong, Chen Fenghua and Chen Guzhan would have shared the title of Chief King. Unfortunately, Chen Zong's existence made them only second best.

“This boy's combat skills have improved greatly compared to before.” Elder Xing nodded repeatedly.

“Indeed, not bad.” This was Elder Li, one of the clan hall elders, who had heard multiple times that the same person had won the Chief King title, and out of curiosity, he came to watch the match: “This boy is naturally strong, most suitable for practicing power-crushing fist techniques. He could be recommended to Elder Wei.”

“Mm.” Elder Xing also nodded, looking at Chen Zong: “This boy has a natural talent for sword techniques and has been taught by Yunchun, making him even more outstanding.”

“A blessing for our Chen family.” Elder Li smiled, highly appreciative.

On the stage, the wind roared, stirred by Chen Guzhan's continuous punches. The fierce wind was astonishing, and the pressure alone was enough to suppress many martial disciples, leaving them powerless.

Chen Zong, however, seemed unaffected, calmly swinging his sword. It appeared chaotic but actually shattered one air current after another, using the impact of the air currents to thrust forward.

Residual Image Sword Technique!

Willow Breeze Sword Technique!

Eagle Strike Sword Technique!

Three sword techniques, all reaching the perfect realm, were alternately used, unpredictable and ever-changing. Gradually, one could see a hint of Eagle Strike Sword Technique in the Residual Image Sword Technique.

He continuously weakened Chen Guzhan's attacks, disrupting his rhythm, and then incorporated his own sword technique rhythm, suppressing and defeating him.

“You win again.” Chen Guzhan was furious, defeated by Chen Zong's sword for the sixth time.

Chen Yong's originally stern face now showed more sorrow. Chen Yurao and Chen Yidao were already numb. Up to now, they had never obtained the position of chief, and their blood qi refinement was only in the second stage.

Without any surprise, Chen Zong won the Chief King title for the sixth time, receiving ten energy pills and a jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine as rewards.

Unfortunately, after refining his blood qi three times, the energy pills no longer had any effect and could only be used as food, to be eaten when hungry after practicing the Tiger Roar Technique to replenish his body's consumption. The effect of the Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine also became weaker, having a negligible impact on the sixth refinement of his blood qi, but it was better than nothing.

“To complete the sixth refinement of blood qi, at least two to three months are needed.” Chen Zong thought to himself. Sometimes, he considered directly advancing to the fourth layer of the Blood Qi Realm, but reason restrained his impulse. Only by refining his blood qi to the limit could he build the best foundation.

Sharpening the axe does not delay the chopping of wood!

In the room, Chen Zong drank the entire jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine. Now, after refining his blood qi five times, he could fully withstand the medicinal power of the entire jar.

Practicing the Tiger Roar Technique, his blood qi surged like a river, and the sound of fierce tigers roaring continuously echoed within his body, as if reverberating throughout the room, extremely terrifying.

After practicing the Tiger Roar Technique ten times, the medicinal power of the entire jar of Tiger Yang Bone Strengthening Wine was completely absorbed, but the progress of blood qi refinement did not increase much, leaving Chen Zong quite frustrated.

He took his sword to a corner of the training ground to practice sword techniques.

Residual Image Sword Technique, Willow Breeze Sword Technique, and Eagle Strike Sword Technique, each ten times, focusing on the True Sword Eight Styles.

“The True Sword Eight Styles have already reached the peak of great accomplishment. Now, I have gained more insights, perhaps I can try to break through.”

“With the subtlety of the True Sword Eight Styles, once I break through to the perfect realm, it will likely provide significant help for my blood qi refinement.”

Thinking this, Chen Zong sheathed his sword, adjusted his breathing to be long and fine, and assumed the Sword Ready stance.

His mind was highly focused, forgetting everything outside, only the sword in his hand.

He drew the sword from the scabbard!

A dull sound entered his ears, the scabbard assisting, the sword speed reached its peak, slicing forward like a crescent moon crossing the sky.

Draw Sword Style!

His body moved in waves, advancing and retreating, a sword like a rushing stream, the sword light dazzling, the sword whistling through the ears.

Rush Sword Style!

The iron sword glowed brilliantly, circling in the air, as if stirring the heavens and gathering the power of the wind and clouds.

Circle Sword Style!

After circling, the sword reached its peak, paused for a moment, and then slashed forward with great force. That one sword was incredibly brilliant and powerful, as if it could split a mountain in two.

Slash Sword Style!

Borrowing the momentum of the slash, without any pause, his wrist twisted quickly, his body undulating, the iron sword danced like a butterfly, the sword flowers chaotic, the sword light dazzling, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake.

Chaos Sword Style!

A concentrated sword light, blinding to the eye, shot out from the chaotic sword light, moving at an extreme speed, instantly killing.

Swift Sword Style!

He sheathed the sword, his body like a drawn bow, his strength rising from his feet through his waist to his right arm. Chen Zong could clearly feel his blood qi surging like a river, his right arm swelling, the immense power like a continuous torrent.

He thrust the sword!

The iron sword broke through the air, the sword light dazzling to the extreme, the sword whistling like a demonic sound, sparks flying, a scorched smell spreading.

Explosive Sword Style!

The sound was like a tidal wave, coming from afar and getting closer.

The blood qi flowed back into his body, the swollen right arm recovered, feeling a bit weak, the tip of the iron sword, which had turned red from the friction with the air, quickly cooled down.

This round of the True Sword Eight Styles, Chen Zong reached a new height, as if enlightenment had come, various principles emerged, allowing Chen Zong to catch a glimpse of the perfect realm.

Striking while the iron is hot, he practiced again.

Round after round, the accumulated potential was unleashed, and with each round, Chen Zong could feel his understanding of the True Sword Eight Styles deepening.

One day, two days, three days...

On the fifth day, Chen Zong practiced the True Sword Eight Styles again.

The last sword, the Explosive Sword Style, thrust forward, the air shattered, the dazzling sword light and the demonic sword whistle unleashed an incomparable sharpness, piercing through everything hard, tearing through everything solid.

His blood qi surged like a torrent, the Tiger Roar Technique running automatically, his body trembling, the sounds like the roar of a fierce tiger, Chen Zong was first surprised, then filled with joy.

As expected, the True Sword Eight Styles broke through, from the peak of great accomplishment to the perfect realm, and his blood qi was also affected, refining itself.

After sixty breaths, the surging blood qi gradually calmed down, and Chen Zong carefully felt it, smiling broadly.

“Good, the benefits of this breakthrough are equivalent to half a month of hard training.”

The True Sword Eight Styles in the perfect realm can exercise the entire body, meaning that every part of the body can be trained. For martial disciples below the peak of the third layer of the Blood Qi Realm, the training effect is excellent, making Chen Zong even more curious about the mysterious sword tip in his mind space.

What kind of treasure is it?

It can even teach me the True Sword Eight Styles, an extremely advanced foundational sword technique.

Unfortunately, the mysterious sword tip has never responded, leaving Chen Zong with a belly full of questions.

“The True Sword Eight Styles, once reaching the perfect realm, have an unstoppable sharpness!” He casually swung his sword, performing the moves of the True Sword Eight Styles, feeling that the iron sword in his hand could cut through iron like butter, with astonishing power.

He took a deep breath, calming his excited heart, regaining his composure, sheathed the sword, and assumed the Sword Ready stance again. Instantly, a sharpness gathered on his body, gradually spreading out.

Chen Zong did not immediately draw the sword but carefully felt the changes in his body. The True Sword Eight Styles in the perfect realm were vastly different from the peak of great accomplishment.

After a moment, Chen Zong thoroughly understood the changes in the Sword Ready stance, then his body trembled, and he performed the Draw Sword Style.

The sword light like a crescent moon, with a stunning sharpness, cut through the air, leaving a faint white mark.

Soon, he completed a round of the True Sword Eight Styles, his blood qi accelerating like a continuous stream.

Without stopping, Chen Zong assumed the Sword Ready stance again and continued practicing until his arms were sore and weak.

“Great.” Drenched in sweat, Chen Zong was delighted, laughing uncontrollably.

Thus, all his foundational martial arts had reached the perfect realm.

“The next step is the Extraordinary Realm.” Chen Zong said to himself. It was a goal that seemed unattainable, but it was worth trying.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, Chen Zong took his sword to Chen Chuyun's courtyard. The True Sword Eight Styles reaching the perfect realm was a cause for celebration, but not for pride. Daily training must continue.

Now, the weight on each of his arms had reached forty pounds, and the heavy iron balls used for practicing the Steady Word Technique also weighed forty pounds. The duration of his right arm's continuous use had reached fifteen minutes, and his left arm had reached fourteen minutes, showing significant improvement compared to the beginning.

In every Chief King contest, Chen Zong never removed the weights, indicating that he never used his full strength, but only he and Chen Chuyun knew this.

In front of the wooden frame for practicing the Accurate Word Technique, a new batch of smooth, round wooden balls, like jade beads, had been placed.

Chen Zong approached with a seemingly leisurely pace, casually drawing his sword and thrusting it out. The sword light was continuous, instantly striking three of the largest wooden balls, leaving a mark at the center, but the balls remained motionless.

The speed, accuracy, and stability were highly effective.

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