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?"

Chen Zong's face remains unchanged before all the taunts, as if he has never heard them.

"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 be." Chen Yuyao says in a cold voice, "Get down, don't make trouble." Chen Yidao's cold eyes sweep through Chen Zong without stopping. While Chen Zhigang and Chen Dalei are shocked, so is Chen Dazhong in the crowd. They are surprised 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 cannot participate 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 pity for the boy.

"Chief, I have reached the third level of Qi and Blood." Chen Zong answers earnestly. He arrived when Chen Dalei became the victor of the contest. If according to the previous rules, the warriors' battles will only be half over 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 participate in the warrior contest."

Warlord is interested and his eyes fall 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.

"Chief, Chen Zong is also a member of the Chen family. He is qualified to participate in the contest of warriors." Chen Dalei suddenly says.

"Yes, Chief, Chen Zong is qualified to participate in the contest." Chen Zhongjie echoes, 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.

"Chief, please let Chen Zong participate in the contest," Chen Zhengtang says. He knows that this is Chen Zong's wish. As his father, he chooses to support him.

"Since you are also a member of Chen family and younger than fifteen years old, you are qualified to participate 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’m giving you a chance, as long as you can defeat any one of them, you can compete with Chen Dalei for the qualifications of challenging the first chosen three."

Chen Huzhan speaks first before Chen Wuxiong got the chance, as if he were the chief of the Chen family, which makes Chen Wuxiong vexed but helpless, because his strength is not as good as Chen Huzhan.

"However, 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 the iron sword in Chen Zong's left-hand.

"Okay." 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. "Good luck."

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

"Be careful." At this point, Chen Wuxiong’s oppose won’t make any difference. So he jumps off the stage after that.

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

"I'll do it." 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 Huzhan's brows are knitted again.

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

With a low roar like a wolf's deep fury, Chen Zhongjie rushes in at a high speed. He performs the Wolf Pouncing with his right fist and strikes Chen Zong in the ribs.

Chen Zong shows Tiger Rush and throws a punch with the fierceness of a tiger roaring, making Chen Zhongjie's face change dramatically. After a quick step, Chen Zhongjie suddenly accelerates, escapes like a ferocious wolf and reaches Chen Zong's side. The Wolf Pouncing changes into a wolf bite type. This is the 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!

With the same cultivation base, Tiger Fist in great accomplishment is better than Wolf Fist in little accomplishment . When the fists collide, Chen Zhongjie only feels an irresistible force bend his arm, and Chen Zong's arm hit directly at Chen Zhongjie's body. With a bang, Chen Zhongjie 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.”

"So it’s true then. He has achieved the third level of Qi and Blood?"

Chen Yuyao's face is full of surprise. She never thinks that, the man who works hard but can hardly make much progress in her impression, 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 eagerness to fight in his eyes. Chen Zhigang's face changes, somewhat ugly, because Chen Zhongjie, who is one of his followers, is easily defeated by a recognized waste, which makes him feel humiliated. Worse still, Chen Zong's Tiger Fist has reached great accomplishment.

Chen Dalei, with a cold face, jumps onto the platform and says, "Chen Zong, don't count your chickens yet. You’ll cry soon."

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

"You’re doomed." Chen Dalei roars loudly, but also performs Tiger Squat. They are three meters apart, facing each other head-on, and their eyes meet with flames burning in them.

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

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

Chen Zong takes the chance to make a bold forward leap.

Tiger Leap！

Unutterable momentum sweeps across, carrying a powerful force that makes blood and qi surge.

"Tiger Rage!" Under the Tiger Leap, the tiger's violent power will reach its extreme. The momentum of a single blow is really like a tiger roaring in front of him. Chen Dalei's face changes greatly and his heart jolts. He can't mobilize a bit of his strength at all. He hurries to resist with his fist, bends his arms and rolls down like a gourd on the ground.

"Good." Chen Zhengtang clenches his fist and is secretly excited, while Chen Yiming is shocked.

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

"This is a family contest, how could you be so..." Chen Huzhan rises in anger.

"Wait a minute." Chen Wuxiong, however, cuts in and quickly announces, " Chen Zong won! He 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."

Chen Zong's heart sinks at the words, but he looks at Chen Huzhan without fear.

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

"Chen Zong, who are you going to challenge?" Chen Wuxiong's face glimmers with joy as he seizes the chance to speak. Chen Huzhan grits his teeth tightly and his face is gloomy. When Chen Zong is in a trance for the quick turn, Chen Wuxiong reminds him again. He is awakened and speaks without hesitation: "I challenge Chen Zhigang."

“What!”

“He should want to challenge Brother Gang.”

"Gang is the strongest of the selected three, he doesn’t know that?"

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

"He overrates himself."

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 but then, a touch of grimness flashes across his eyes.

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

"Zhigang, show mercy, he is also a member of our family." Chen Huzhan, however, says directly and the words `show mercy' are specially stressed.

"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 Zong's indifferent response puts Chen Zhigang in such an awkward position that he didn’t know what to say.

"Come on, I won’t fight back for your first three attacks, a token of kindness for family members." Standing three meters apart from Chen Zong on the platform, Chen Zhigang says calmly and such generosity immediately wins the support of other youths and the praise of elders in the family. "One, two, three..." Chen Zong waves his fist three times: "Okay, three moves have passed, let's start."

Then, Chen Zong performs the Tiger Squat. The three moves Chen Zhigang offered can bring him great advantage if well used, but Chen Zong does not want to. Because he wants to defeat Chen Zhigang with dignity so that the entire Chen family knows that he is not a waste, so that his father can live with dignity in the family, and nobody will look down on him anymore.

"Suddenly, I think you're silly. You wasted such a good chance." Chen Zhigang's face falls, and then hangs up a pitying smile: "But as Chen's descendant, I will not use my full strength, come on, let me show you Tiger Fist."