Chapter 21

(Other people's geniuses are there to be struck down)

Inside the room, Chen Zong completed his practice of the Tiger Roar Technique and quickly took out an energy pill and swallowed it.

"The sixth time, almost complete."

After adjusting his breathing, he took out the Small Sword Scripture and started reading from the first page. He found that although the content of the Small Sword Scripture was not much, every time he read it carefully, he would always have new insights, and the feeling was very wonderful.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Is Chen Zong here?" A voice could be heard, sounding somewhat anxious.

Putting down the Small Sword Scripture, Chen Zong quickly opened the door. Standing at the door was Chen Yidao.

"Yidao, is there something?" Chen Zong asked calmly.

"It's an emergency, come quickly." Chen Yidao panted a few times and hurriedly said, "A martial disciple from another family has come to challenge us. No one can match him, and he specifically named you as his opponent."

"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zong's eyes lit up.

Since Chen Fenghua, Chen Gu, and the other four had all broken through to become martial disciples, Chen Zong had felt a bit lonely. After all, those four could at least spar with him, but other clan martial disciples couldn't even block his single sword strike.

"Tang Junluo from the Tang family," Chen Yidao quickly said. He didn't know this person and had no idea how strong he was.

"Tang Junluo." Chen Zong's eyes gleamed like a sword being drawn from its sheath.

This name was told to him by Sister Yun, one of the people he needed to take seriously. Chen Zong had been looking forward to meeting him, but he didn't expect it to happen now.

"Let's go." Chen Zong's steps were even faster than Chen Yidao's.

On the martial practice field, almost all the Chen clan martial disciples were present, along with Elder Xing. Additionally, there were two strangers, one old and one young.

"Is Chen Zong not here yet?" The young man was dressed in purple martial attire, with a golden dragon embroidered on it, looking mysterious and noble.

"He has been called. When the time comes, you will know what a true expert is," Chen Baiqi said angrily.

"I am looking forward to it." The young man, Tang Junluo, stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a regal demeanor. His tone was calm, as if he were high above, making the Chen clan martial disciples both angry and helpless. The fact was that none of them could withstand even one move from him, and he hadn't even used his weapon.

Now, all hopes rested on Chen Zong.

However, why hasn't Chen Zong arrived yet? It's too slow, it's driving me crazy.

"Elder Tang Zhigu, the Tang family has produced an outstanding successor," Elder Xing said with a smile, showing good manners. Such competitions among the younger generation of the clan happened from time to time, and a single victory or defeat didn't mean much.

"Not at all, Junluo has only completed the Blood Qi Tempering seven times," Elder Tang Zhigu said humbly, but emphasized the words "seven times," his face beaming with pride, making one want to punch that old face.

Elder Xing was shocked.

Seven times!

Since the Chen clan was founded, no one had ever reached this level. He couldn't help but sigh that the three major noble families had a different foundation, far surpassing the five major families.

"Is he challenging the martial disciples of various families to accumulate momentum and break through to the eighth time?" Elder Xing asked tentatively.

"That's correct," Tang Junluo answered himself, his tone calm but still exuding pride.

Tempering the Blood Qi eight times was a level that no one in the entire Fengwu City had ever reached.

The conversation between Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu was not concealed, and Chen Zong, who had just arrived, heard it. Instantly, a gaze filled with authority locked onto him, like a king's scrutiny, bringing Chen Zong a sense of pressure and making him feel invigorated.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong's gaze immediately locked onto the other party. With just one look, he knew that this was the genius of the Tang family, Tang Junluo.

Their gazes met like lightning, as if sparks were flying, and the crowd seemed to smell the scorched air.

"Chen Zong, come over." Elder Xing beckoned, and Chen Zong retracted his gaze and walked over.

"He is Tang Junluo from the Tang family, who has already completed the Blood Qi Tempering seven times. Moreover, Tang Junluo has a natural strength that exceeds the standard. At the peak of the third level of the Blood Qi Realm, he has a strength of seven hundred pounds in one arm," Elder Xing whispered. "Our Chen family practices the Tiger Roar Technique for Blood Qi Tempering, while the Tang family practices the Hidden Dragon Technique, which means a hidden dragon in the depths, ready to soar into the sky."

"Seven hundred pounds, seven times!" Chen Zong was surprised, and a sense of battle spirit emerged from the depths of his heart.

"The cultivation of the Hidden Dragon Technique emphasizes momentum, with the idea of being the king and making others retreat. The stronger the momentum, the better the cultivation effect, and it can even break through one's own limits," Elder Xing said, his voice only audible to himself and Chen Zong. "Tang Junluo has already defeated the martial geniuses of the Li and Zhao noble families and the other four major families. He only needs to defeat you and the other geniuses of Fengwu City to accumulate enough momentum to break through to the eighth time, setting a new record for Fengwu City."

"So, he wants to use me as a stepping stone. I will let him know that I am not a stone, but a mountain that cannot be crossed," Chen Zong said firmly.

"Good." Elder Xing couldn't help but cheer. Although he didn't think Chen Zong could defeat Tang Junluo and the possibility of losing was high, Chen Zong's spirit made him very appreciative.

Martial practice requires such fearlessness, and sword practice requires such sharpness.

"You are Chen Zong, take my punch first." Tang Junluo took a step forward, his body moving like a dragon, and he punched out with the power of a giant python emerging from a cave, the aura overwhelming. It was clearly the Tang family's foundational martial technique, the Horned Python Fist.

"I will take your punch too!" Chen Zong didn't draw his sword but punched out with the same force, his body transforming into a roaring tiger, shattering the air.

Neither of them used Blood Qi, and both the Horned Python Fist and the Tiger Force Fist had reached the perfected state.

The crowd seemed to see a giant python and a fierce tiger fighting.

With a loud bang, the air shattered, and the wind stirred up dust. Tang Junluo's body wavered slightly, while Chen Zong took a small step back.

In terms of single-arm strength, Tang Junluo was two hundred pounds stronger than Chen Zong. In terms of martial technique level, they were equal. Chen Zong should have been directly pushed back, but he had a fifty-pound iron plate on his left arm, which, while increasing his burden, also made his punch heavier, so he only took a small step back.

"Using your standard strength to block my punch and only taking a small step back is quite impressive," Tang Junluo said in a senior's tone. "However, you are not as good as me."

"I practice the sword, you practice the spear. We haven't truly fought yet, so how can you say I am not as good?" Chen Zong countered calmly, drawing his iron sword and pointing it at Tang Junluo, his Blood Qi flowing faster due to excitement.

"I will make you lose with no regrets." Tang Junluo reached out and drew his weapon, which was a two-part spear. When connected, it became a one-meter-seven-long spear, golden in color with dragon patterns, clearly an excellent weapon, far surpassing Chen Zong's iron sword in quality.

With the golden dragon-patterned spear in hand, Tang Junluo's aura changed dramatically, as if he were a general who had fought ten battles and emerged victorious.

"My spear technique is called Hidden Dragon," Tang Junluo's voice carried a sense of authority, putting pressure on the crowd. He twisted his body, assuming a posture of a hidden dragon ready to soar into the sky.

"Please." Chen Zong assumed the starting stance of the Phantom Sword Technique, a sense of harmony spreading around him.

Then, Tang Junluo sprang forward, a cold light flashing before his eyes, and the spear moved like a dragon.

Chen Zong's body flickered, and the iron sword cut through the air, the sword shadows intertwining.

The crowd widened their eyes, trying to see clearly, but the two were too fast, and they could only see blurred spear and sword shadows colliding.

With the golden dragon-patterned spear in hand, the perfected Hidden Dragon Spear Technique was versatile, both long and short, and both the tip and the body of the spear could be used against the enemy, changing freely.

The three perfected techniques were used alternately, intertwining with each other, their power unpredictable.

"Surprisingly, he has cultivated three foundational sword techniques to the perfected state," Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed.

As a genius of the Tang family, Tang Junluo had only perfected the Horned Python Fist and the Hidden Dragon Spear Technique. This Chen clan martial disciple had three, no, four if you count the fist technique he used earlier.

"Remarkable insight." Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed again.

"Yes, although this boy's physical talent is average, his insight is quite good," Elder Xing said with a smile.

"However, no matter how good his insight is, he is no match for Junluo," Elder Tang Zhigu said coldly.

"Ha ha, that's not necessarily true." The outcome was not yet determined, and Elder Xing would not back down.

The perfected Hidden Dragon Spear Technique can train 70% of the body, making it naturally more powerful than techniques like the Eagle Strike Sword Technique. Chen Zong used the three sword techniques to their utmost to resist Tang Junluo's spear attacks, and for a moment, neither had the upper hand. This was partly due to Chen Zong's continuous training in the basic eighteen forms and the three principles of speed, accuracy, and stability, making his reactions faster and more flexible, and his sword faster, more accurate, and more stable.

Battle! Battle! Battle!

The spear shadows swept in all directions, like a hidden dragon emerging from the depths, soaring into the clouds, undulating.

The sword light pierced the air, the sword shadows overlapping, and then suddenly transformed into an eagle, swooping down to attack.

Gradually, Chen Zong gained new insights into the three sword techniques, and the differences between them seemed to fade, as if they were merging into one.

"Following the heart, understanding the essence, this boy has a high talent for sword practice," Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed again, a bit jealous. Why wasn't such a genius in the Tang family?

Although he still believed that Chen Zong was not as good as Tang Junluo, with this talent for sword practice, if properly cultivated, he would surely become a sword expert, which would be important for any family.

Tang Junluo was shocked inside. He originally thought that with his strength, he could defeat the opponent without using Blood Qi, but he didn't expect it to end in a draw. Gradually, the opponent's sword techniques seemed to become more sophisticated, with a trend of suppressing him.

"Coiling Dragon Stance!" With a low shout, he held the spear with both hands, blocking Chen Zong's iron sword. Then, he used Blood Qi, his skin turning red like a cooked shrimp.

"Flying Dragon Stance!" The spear spun and swept out, unleashing a terrifying force of 1,400 pounds, creating a shocking momentum, like a roar of a giant beast, a dragon soaring into the sky, shattering the clouds, and instantly breaking all the sword shadows...

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