Chapter 6 Who Is the King in the Battle of the Chiefs
(Who? Can become the chief king, is that you?)
A torrential rain soaked the entire training ground.
After the rain and the weather, a hardwood ring ten meters long, ten meters wide and one meter high was temporarily built in the center of the training ground.
Around the arena, sixty warriors were led by their respective teachers, each in a corner. On the arena stood an old man, wearing a brown robe, with a rosy face and clear and deep eyes, speaking in cadence.
His name is Chen Xing, one of the clan elders.
His voice was very contagious, and every martial apprentice was excited, as if he was full of energy, he wanted to give everything for the Chen family, and then he died.
As a swordsman, one should keep calm. Chen Chuyun was not affected at all. As for Chen Zong, he really wanted to keep a calm mind, but in front of a master whose cultivation base exceeded the blood level, it seemed difficult, but the mysterious sword The tip quivered lightly, clearing his mind, so it wasn't affected.
"Now, the chief of the boxing team is invited to the ring." Elder Chen Xing finally said, and Chen Zong's eyes followed.
The chief of the boxing group jumped, and his strong body fell on the ring, making a muffled sound.
Chen Guzhan, from the branch of Hongyan Town, has 800 pounds of strength in one arm, and his body is unbelievably strong, like a bull.
"Chief of the palm law group..."
The chief of the palm law group is Chen Yong. He looks very ordinary, has a serious face, and is very ordinary in height and body shape. The only thing that stands out is his palms, which are wider than normal people. With a layer of calluses, he is obviously a natural A master of palm practice.
"Leader of the leg group..."
Chen Ying, with a slender and graceful figure, has a kind of vigorousness, especially her legs are round and slender under the tight military uniform, she looks full of strength, and her eyes are very aggressive, like a beast living in the jungle.
"Chief Swordsman Team..."
Chen Fenghua has a nice name and a good-looking person, but he is a man, but his eyes are very charming.
"Chief Swordsman Team..."
Chen Zong jumped gently, and his footsteps landed on the ring silently. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but the more he looked at it, the more interesting it became.
"It's really him." Chen Yuyao covered her mouth with her slender hands, her beautiful eyes widened and her emotions were extremely complicated. Chen Yidao's eyes were a bit bitter. He was also from Xiaohu Town. He was insignificant in the boxing group, but Chen Zong was a sword. The chief of the legal group is completely incomparable.
"The chiefs of the five groups will fight in turns to determine the final winner. The king of the chiefs will receive a jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine in addition to the ten energy pills given as a reward." Elder Chen Xing is clear and profound. His eyes swept across the faces of the five people: "The five of you, each of you will play against the other four, and the winner of the four consecutive winners will be the first."
"In the first battle, Chen Guzhan faces off against Chen Yong, and the other three chiefs please leave the arena temporarily."
Elder Chen Xing came to watch the battle and act as a referee.
"My fists are very heavy. It's better for you to admit defeat as soon as possible." Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong, his fists clenched and collided, and there was a crackling sound, which made the scalp numb.
"My palm technique is not vegetarian either." Chen Yong looked serious, very old-fashioned, opened his broad palms, carried blood and energy, and his skin was slightly red.
"If that's the case, then take a punch from me." Chen Guzhan smiled and stepped forward, rushing towards Chen Yong like a bull, raising his fist, as if he used all his strength to blast out, and the wind whistled under his fist. , the air vibrated, and the terrifying momentum seemed to knock down a house with one punch.
Dacheng peak punch!
This is a foundation-building martial art that only pays attention to the crushing of strength. It is most suitable for people who are born with strength. Chen Guzhan is such a person.
With a strength of 800 pounds in one arm, it can exert the power of heavy punches to the extreme, enough to crush all opponents of the same level.
Of course, it was not luck that Chen Yong could become the chief of the law-handling group.
A pair of broad and thick palms covered with calluses, almost able to resist the sword, facing the punch that Chen Guzhan tried his best to bombard, Chen Yong slapped his palm out, the palm sunk inward, and the moment his five fingers contacted Chen Guzhan's fist,
The palm of the hand is outward, and the power that is contained but not released suddenly bombards out.
Dacheng Peak Shattering Tablet Palm Technique!
This is a palm technique that pays attention to strength and hardness, but Chen Yong has practiced it to a new height. Under the palm of his hand, it contains a double impact, making it even more powerful.
Chen Guzhan's arm trembled, his strong figure paused, Chen Yong took one step forward, and the whole person rotated around the step he took, and the other palm passed through the waist and hit Chen Guzhan's ribs, like a storm.
Chen Guzhan protected his ribs with his left arm, took Chen Yong's palm, his strong body swayed, and took a step back. Chen Yong's palms shot out in succession, each palm contained a double force, and slapped Chen Guzhan's body continuously, but he was double-struck by him. Arms cross all to resist.
Let you storm and rain, I will stand still!
"So strong!"
Under the arena, the martial disciples gasped for air. Chen Yong's palms were enough to crack the stele and crack the stone. If it was them, they couldn't bear it with one palm. Would Chen Guzhan be beaten to death?
"Amazing." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly said that being able to become the chief is really amazing. Compared with Chen Zuoyi, he is obviously a lot more tyrannical, arousing a trace of war in his heart.
However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. Facing the storm-like bombardment of Chen Yong's palms, Chen Guzhan tried his best to compress himself, crossed his arms to protect the head, ribs and other parts. Yong's palms made a dull sound as if hitting a rock.
Chen Yong is not iron-clad. He will be exhausted even if he bombards with more than ten consecutive palms. He feels that Chen Guzhan will definitely suffer a lot of trauma and will lose without a doubt.
"Your palm is really strong." Chen Guzhan put down his arms, with a bloodshot on the corner of his mouth, but smiled indifferently, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in the depths of his eyes: "But I am stronger."
His fists exploded like a mountain torrent and fell down like a meteorite. The terrifying wind pressure made Chen Yong's facial muscles sag, making it difficult to breathe.
Raise your palms to resist!
The moment the fists and palms collided, a terrifying force erupted, like a torrent of dykes, Chen Yong couldn't resist at all, he retreated again and again, Chen Gu fought like a madman, bombarded continuously with two fists, three punches and four punches.
Fifth punch!
Chen Yong could no longer resist, and fell down the ring, his arms were shaking, and his palms were so painful.
"I said, I want you to admit defeat." Chen Guzhan stared at Chen Yong condescendingly and grinned, Chen Yong was stern.
"Chen Guzhan, the chief of the boxing group, won a winning streak. In the second battle, Chen Ying, the chief of the leg group, faced off against Chen Fenghua, the chief of the knife group." Elder Chen Xing announced loudly, and Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring. A lot of strength, need to rest.
Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua came to the stage, Chen Ying's legs were wearing long leopard leather boots, the long knife behind Chen Fenghua was gone, and he was holding a black wooden knife in his hand.
Chen Ying's eyes are full of wildness, and that kind of eyes is unbearable for ordinary people, but Chen Fenghua is calm, as if he is not affected by all foreign objects.
Without saying a word, Chen Ying rushed out quickly, with a sturdy body like a cheetah, dashing over seven or eight meters in an instant, and swept his leg like a steel whip to the lower plate of Chen Fenghua, Chen Fenghua jumped lightly, the black wooden knife in his hand It turned into a black light and slashed forward.
With one hand on the ground, his body turned, his legs were like a whirlwind, one leg swept towards the knife light, and the other leg hit Chen Fenghua's chest like a giant python turned over.
"Sure enough, it's not easy to become the chief." Chen Zong secretly said, and the ordinary martial artist was stunned. It turned out that he could fight like this.
Shot down with one knife, the light of the knife instantly split into two, slashing at Chen Ying's legs at the same time.
The collision, the terrifying force burst out, Chen Ying fell to the ground, his hands supported and instantly bounced, his legs alternated like two giant pythons coming out of a hole, Chen Fenghua fell to the ground, his toes lightly tapped the ring, and his body avoided Chen Yingshuang like water. Legs, and the wooden knife in his hand splits out.
This slash was out of control, and the knife light was continuous, as if it would never stop.
In the Dacheng Peak Giant Python Leg Technique, the Dacheng Peak Saber Wind Leg Technique was alternately performed. The strong wind whistled, smashing one after another of black sword lights, constantly colliding, and the wooden sword and the leopard leather boots continued to make muffled sounds.
The battle is fierce.
Chen Ying's leg technique is like her character, full of wildness, and Chen Fenghua's knife, no matter how fierce, always has a calm and calm attitude.
No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always handled it with ease, and Chen Zong could see that he was looking for opportunities.
Chen Zong put himself in, imagining how he would deal with such an opponent if he faced such an opponent.
Chen Fenghua's swordsmanship is a series of swordsmanship, reaching the peak level, the sword comes out in a chain, suddenly, like an endless series of swords, the slashing sword brings a terrible wind, it seems to split the front, and can smash a piece. The boulders are heavy.
The smashing sword technique is at its peak!
Different from the series of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the heavy-hitting swordsmanship pays attention to one heavy blow, directly defeating the target, and never making a second knife.
The timing of this knife was just right, and Chen Zong's eyes lit up.
This knife was completely beyond Chen Ying's expectations, and it was too late to respond, let alone carry blood.
This knife is powerful and ferocious without casting.
Chen Ying was hit, flew out, fell into the ring, and lost.
"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has a winning streak." Elder Chen Xing announced again: "In the third battle, the chief of the swordsmanship group will compete with Chen Yong, the chief of the mastery group."
After some rest, Chen Yong's palms have recovered.
Under the ring, Chen He, the trainer of the boxing group, stared at Chen Zong with a playful gaze. When he heard that Chen Zong had cultivated Tiger Force Boxing to a perfect state, he took the lead in naming him and paid enough attention to him. Instead, he entered the swordsmanship group from the boxing group, which made him very unhappy.
"Chen Chuyun, your swordsmanship team is too weak. Even a person who has practiced swords for a month can win the first place." Chen He looked at Chen Chuyun and said sarcasm.
Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen He, ignored it, and ignored it.
In the arena, Chen Yong took a deep breath, put on the palm of the broken tablet, and faced Chen Zong.
The battle with Chen Gu, and the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong also realized that there must be something special about being the chief of each group. The chief of the swordsmanship group has not yet shot, but To be able to defeat Chen Zuoyi to win the position of chief, the strength is not expected to be weak, and it is worthy of careful treatment.
His heart was beating deeply and powerfully, his whole body was full of power. Chen Zong stepped forward, posing with the afterimage sword technique, and pointed the tip of his sword directly at Chen Yong.