Sword God Chapter 8: Against Chen Zhigang

Proofread by Peter Gong

The crowd is pushed aside, and a vigorous figure jumps onto the platform, with sword in left hand and back erected. In the public's eyes, he shows no panic.

"He is…"

"He is Chen Zong."

The exclamation sounds, and each face is filled with surprise, which then turns to laughter.

"It's so funny. I wonder who that man is. He should be Chen Zong."

"Is he foolish?"

"He's still holding a sword. Does he think he's a master of swordsmanship?"

With an undisguised mockery, Chen Zong's face remains unchanged, as if he has never heard it.

"Brother Zong, come down quickly." Chen Yiming rushes to the edge of the platform, looks up at Chen Zong and shouts anxiously. Chen Zhengtang also crowds to the edge of the platform and stares at Chen Zong, but does not speak.

"Chen Zong, this is not where you should go." Chen Yuyao says in a cold voice, "Get down, don't make trouble." Chen Yidao's cold eyes sweep through Chen Zong without stopping. Chen Zhigang and Chen Dalei are shocked. Chen Dazhong in the crowd is the same. It seems unexpected that Chen Zong did not die in the forest and dares to appear here.

"Chen Zong, a rule has been added to the warrior-apprenticeship contest that the children of families below the third level of Qi and Blood can not partic.i.p.ate in it." Chen Wuxiong sighs softly, then says to Chen Zong with a face full of smiles. In terms of his relationship with Chen Zhengtang, he does not despise Chen Zong as others did, but feels a little regrettable.

"Home owner, I have reached the third level of Qi and Blood." Chen Zong answers earnestly. When he arrived, it was also when Chen Dalei became the victor of the warriors. If according to the previous rules, the warriors' battles will only be half as most now. Though there are unexpected new rules, it is fortunate for him to come in time: "In addition, I am a member of the Chen family. I am under 15 years old and qualified to partic.i.p.ate in the warrior contest."

Warlord is interested and his look falls on Chen Zong as if he wants to look him through.

Chen Huzhan's eyebrows are knitted tightly and he is unhappy.

"Have you reached the third level of Qi and Blood?" Chen Wuxiong is shocked, and so are others.

"Home owner, Chen Zong is also a member of the Chen family. He is qualified to partic.i.p.ate in the contest of warriors." Chen Dalei suddenly opens his mouth and says.

"Yes, Home owner, Chen Zong is qualified to partic.i.p.ate in the contest of warriors." Chen Zhongjie follows the doctrine of harmony, but when he looks at Chen Zong, he shows a look of hatred and a sneer.

Smart people know that Chen Dalei and Chen Zhongjie have no good intentions.

"Home owner, please let Chen Zong partic.i.p.ate in the contest of warriors." Chen Zhengtang opens his mouth. He knows that this is Chen Zong's wish. As his father, he chooses to support him.

"Since you are also Chen's son and younger than fifteen years old, you are qualified to partic.i.p.ate in the warrior contest if you have reached the third level of Qi and Blood."

Chen Huzhan sits at a high position, his hegemonic eyes locking on Chen Zong, and his tone is stern: "However, the contest of warriors is over, according to the rules, you have missed it, but I give you a chance, as long as you can defeat any one of them, you can compete with Chen Dalei and compete for the qualifications of the first chosen three."

Before Chen Wuxiong speaks, Chen Huzhan speaks first, as if he were the owner of the Chen family, which makes Chen Wuxiong look unhappy but helpless, because his strength is not as good as Chen Huzhan.

"However, the challenge is OK, but this is a family warrior contest, the sword is dangerous, so you can't use the sword." Chen Huzhan says again, his eyes falling on Chen Zong's left-handed iron sword.

"Yes." Chen Zong bends down and hands the iron sword to Chen Zhengtang: "Daddy, believe me, even without the sword, I can win the first three."

Chen Zhengtang grabs the iron sword and pats Chen Zong on the back of his hand. "Come on."

"Home owner, can we start?" Chen Zong looks at Chen Wuxiong squarely and bows to inquire.

"Be careful." At this point, Chen Wuxiong no longer has the ability to oppose. He can only murmur and jump off the stage.

"You..." Chen Zong's eyes slowly sweep across the faces of the third level of Qi and Blood: "Who will fight with me?"

"I'll come." Chen Zhongjie cannot wait to jump onto the stage, smiles with malice, and immediately puts on the start type of Wolf Fist, his eyes becoming bleak, regarding Chen Zong as a prey.

Chen Zong's hands and feet are stretched out, and he shows Tiger Squat with an indescribable feeling.

"That's... Great Accomplishment of Tiger Fist." The warlord whispers, somewhat surprised, and Chen Hu's brows are tightened again.

Chen Zhongjie immediately feels a kind of depression from Chen Zong's body, which is brought about by the level of boxing.

A low roar is like a wolf's deep fury. Chen Zhongjie rushes in at a high speed. With his right fist, he makes full use of the Wolf Pouncing and strikes Chen Zong in the ribs.

Chen Zong shows Tiger Rush which is like a tiger roaring, making Chen Zhongjie's face change dramatically. After a quick step, Chen Zhongjie suddenly accelerates and escapes like a bad wolf circling around Chen Zong's side. The Wolf Pouncing changes into a wolf bite type. This is the application way he has learned after fighting with Chen Yang.

The body is in a whirl, arms are like the tail of a tiger, and there is a frightening roar of wind.

Tiger Turn！

Similarly, Tiger Fist in great accomplishment is better than Wolf Fist in little accomplishment and collision. Now Chen Zhongjie only feels an irresistible force to bend his arm, and Chen Zong's arm directly sweeps across Chen Zhongjie's body. With a bang, ChenZhongjie falls down and rolls on the ground, temporarily unable to rise.

"Chen Dalei, it's your turn." Chen Zong's eyes shift from Chen Zhongjie to Chen Dalei, and his voice is calm.

"Zong defeated Chen Zhongjie." Chen Yiming is thrilled under the stage.

"Am I dreaming? Chen Zong should beat Chen Zhongjie."

"Is it true that he just said that he has achieved the third level of Qi and Blood?"

Chen Yuyao's face is full of surprise. She never thinks that, in her impression, the man who works hard but can hardly make much progress, has unconsciously possessed the third level of cultivation of Qi and Blood, and his strength is not weak.

"Is that the great accomplishment of Tiger Fist?" Questions arise in her mind, and she feels very confused.

Chen Yidao stares at Chen Zong with a slight miltancy in his eyes. Chen Zhigang's face changes, somewhat ugly, because Chen Zhongjie who is his youngest brother, is easily defeated by a recognized waste, which makes his face dim. It is also because of Chen Zong's Tiger Fist of great accomplishment.

Chen Dalei, with a cold face, jumps onto the platform and says, "Chen Zong, you will soon know that you shouldn't be happy."

"Come on." Chen Zong puts on Tiger Squat and shouts like a tiger.

"I'll help you." Chen Dalei roars loudly, but also puts on Tiger Squat. They are three meters apart, facing each other head-on, and their eyes are like an electric collision.

"Tiger Rush!" Chen Dalei roars, like a tiger rushing to Chen Zong. Chen Zong also displays the Tiger Rush, and a punch booms out, with a strong roar of wind.

The two fists collide frontally, and the terrible energy is agitated. Chen Zong's arm trembles slightly. Chen Dalei's face changes. His fist is repulsed and his arm retracts uncontrollably. He has to step back to unload his strength.

At the same time, Chen Zong makes a bold forward leap.

Tiger Leap！

Unutterable momentum sweeps up and down, carrying a powerful force, and blood and gas surge.

"Tiger Rage!" Under the Tiger Leap, the tiger's violent power will reach its extreme. One punch will knock down. That kind of momentum is really like a tiger roaring in front of him. Chen Dalei's face changes greatly and his heart will crack. He can't mobilize all his strength at all. He rushes out his fist to resist, bends his arms and rolls down like a gourd on the ground.

"Good." Chen Zhengtang shakes his fist and is secretly excited, while Chen Yiming is startled.

"Si..." This scene really shocks people. Chen Dazhong in the crowd clenches his fists, wishing to jump onto the platform and beats Chen Zong to death in person. But he dare not, because it is a family warrior fight, and the rules cannot be broken.

"Family warriors, how could they be so..." Chen Hu rises in anger.

"Wait a minute." Chen Wuxiong, however, takes the lead in speaking and quickly announces, "This battle, Chen Zongsheng, is qualified to challenge the first three."

"I disagree." Chen Huzhan, regardless of Chen Wuxiong's authority, glares at Chen Zong: "He is too fierce and should be disqualified."

In a word, Chen Zong's heart sinks, but he looks at Chen Hu without fear.

"His Tiger Fist has reached its great peak, which is very good and qualifies him to continue to challenge." But, suddenly the warlord starts to speak and his voice is flat, like a gust of breeze.

"Chen Zong, who are you challenging?" Chen Wuxiong's face glimmers with joy and speaks at the right time. Chen Hu clenches teeth tightly and his face is gloomy. When Chen Zong is in a trance for a while, Chen Wuxiong reminds him again. He is awakened and speaks without hesitation: "I challenge Chen Zhigang."

"What!"

"He should want to challenge Gang."

"Don't he know that Gang is the strongest of the selected three?"

"I think he has the strength and becomes arrogant, thinking that defeating Chen Dalei enables him to fight Gongge."

"He's so arrogant."

There come all kinds of comments.

Chen Yuyao is still in a trance. Chen Yidao'e eyes shows sharpness. Chen Zhigang is confused at first. In a twinkling moment, a touch of grimness flashes over his eyes.

"Are you sure?" Chen Wuxiong asks quietly, giving Chen Zong another chance.

"Zhigang, as a son of Chen's family, be merciful." Chen Huzhan, however, says directly and the four words `show mercy' are deep and powerful.

"Dad, I will." Chen Zhigang understands Chen Huzhan's meaning and looks at Chen Zong with a big smile. "Chen Zong, I suddenly admire you, because you have the courage to challenge me directly."

"Thank you for your compliment." Chen Zongbu's indifferent response makes Chen Zhigang not know how to answer the next words.

"Come on, for the sake of Chen's children, let me give you three moves." Standing on the platform, Chen Zhigang and Chen Zong are three meters apart. He says calmly and this manner makes many Chen's children exclaim and admire at once, and the older generation nod their heads in succession. "One, two, three..." Chen Zongxin waves his fist three times: "Okay, three moves have pa.s.sed, let's start."

Then, Chen Zong puts forward Tiger Squat, and Chen Zhigang lets him use three moves ahead of him, which can be more advantageous if well used, but Chen Zong does not want to. Because he wants to defeat Chen Zhigang with dignity, seeking no excuse, so that the entire Chen family knows that he is not a waste, so that his father can raise his head in the family, and then n.o.body will look down on him any more.

"Suddenly, I think you're silly. Give you a chance and you don't know how to grasp it." Chen Zhigang's face first sinks, and then hangs up a compa.s.sionate smile: "But as Chen's descendant, I will not use my full strength, come on, let me show you Tiger Fist."