parentshiftbook Chapter 66 The Duel
Chapter 66 The Duel
"Seeing everyone sitting here safely, Shen Yi felt very gratified."
boom!
The moment those words were spoken, the previously quiet scene erupted in chaos.
Apart from the remaining silence in the northern seats where the high-ranking members of the Zhenwu Camp were located, the reactions of the other three groups varied.
Most of the people from the thirteen families, led by the Xu and Huang families, looked at each other in bewilderment. Most of them had bitter and embarrassed expressions, while a few remained silent, some even with cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
Besides their own people, the Chen and Lin families also had their close associates present.
Most of the discussion came from their side.
Some people who were slow to catch on to information were confused and hurriedly asked those around them for details:
"What does Captain Shen mean by that? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with today's competition."
The person asked didn't keep anyone in suspense, sighing as they explained:
"Well, it's not entirely unrelated. Did you see anyone from the Four Symbols Martial Arts School today?"
The person asking the question shook their head.
The person explaining said in a low voice:
"The Four Symbols Martial Arts School has been completely uprooted!"
Then, to the astonishment of the questioner, he began to explain in detail.
Even those who knew what had happened listened quietly once more.
After hearing this, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak.
The gazes directed at Shen Yi were filled with fear.
As a martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of body refinement, how could Shen Yi not hear these things?
However, he remained silent, standing on the stage with a blank expression, letting the people around him talk, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a long while, he spoke again.
"The reasons and purpose of this competition are probably already clear to everyone, so I won't go into details."
The voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the discussion and silenced the scene once again.
"Due to numerous unforeseen circumstances, the competition format was changed from a direct confrontation to a battle for the title."
As he spoke, he pointed to the high platform beneath his feet:
"The side that stands last wins."
After he finished speaking, the audience didn't react much.
Firstly, this situation is not unusual.
Secondly, this competition has little to do with most people; only a handful of people will actually go on stage.
"As for the specific rules, there are only three points."
"First, the person who goes on stage first may choose their own opponent;"
"Second, the winner retains their title and then takes turns playing against the other three opponents until they are defeated."
Third, it does not prohibit death!
"Which one goes first?"
After the three specific rules were explained, discussion arose again among the crowd.
This competition is of great importance.
All the key personnel from the Chen and Lin families were present.
Apart from the soldiers of Zhenwu Camp, they were the largest group in the entire training ground, almost filling the southern area of the high platform.
The two elder brothers of the Chen family, Chen Chonghui and Chen Chongxin, both late-stage Body Refinement martial artists, along with Lin Wanying and Lin Wanxiong from the Lin Family Martial Arts School, sat in the first row.
The four of them exchanged glances, their expressions all somewhat grave.
In terms of pure strength, Chen Heng and Lin Yuan are superior to the three captains of Zhenwu Camp.
If the rules are followed normally, even in a two-against-three situation, the Chen and Lin families would have a good chance of winning.
But now that the rules have changed, things are getting dangerous.
The matches are rotated; even if you win the first match, you still have to face two other players in the next round.
In this way, the goal of eliminating the second centurion of the Zhenwu Battalion would not be achieved.
Even so, there was nothing that could be done.
The two families didn't care much about the money or the pills; they were determined to get all three spots.
The silence lasted only a moment.
From one of the two camps, a burly middle-aged man stood up.
It was Chen Chonghui, the eldest son of the Chen family.
"Let my Chen family be the first to throw out this brick."
After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Heng beside him.
Chen Heng nodded and got up to walk towards the high platform.
Upon reaching the platform, with a slight exertion of strength in his feet, he suddenly floated onto the platform.
This drew cheers from many people.
Upon reaching the center of the platform, Chen Heng turned to face the Zhenwu Camp, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:
"Chen Heng of the Chen family, please enlighten me, Zhenwu Camp."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hundred-man commander carrying a gun in the Zhenwu Camp's seating area stood up.
Without saying much, the man casually slung the spear over his shoulder, and with a thud, the butt of the spear struck the ground, sending a chill down the spines of many in the audience.
After standing up, he leaped directly from his seat, his body drawing an arc in the air. Just as he was about to land, he tapped the ground with his spear with a "clang," and then leaped high into the air again, landing with a "thud" on the platform.
The distance from where he sat to the high platform was a full five zhang (approximately 10 meters). Most martial artists would have to land at least twice, but he managed to touch the ground once with his spear, which was quite remarkable.
"Zhenwu Battalion, Han Bao."
The two stood about ten feet apart.
The audience held their breath.
On the high platform, Chen Heng slowly spread his hands in front of him, the silk glove made of celestial silk gauze gleaming with a dark luster in the sunlight.
"Brother Han, please."
Han Bao didn't hold back. He let out a low shout, stomped his foot, and pounced like a cheetah.
The spear sprang from his waist without any fancy flourishes, and pierced Chen Heng's chest like lightning.
Chen Heng neither retreated nor dodged. He held his left palm horizontally in front of his chest and poured his right palm with full force, striking out from right to left.
The palms and guns clashed, producing a crisp "crack" sound, and a burst of sparks erupted.
Chen Heng immediately shifted his body to the right to deflect the force.
Using this force, Han Bao spun the gun shaft and swept the butt of the gun horizontally, aiming straight for Chen Heng's waist and abdomen.
Chen Heng remained in the same direction, changed his left palm from slapping to pressing down, and pressed it onto the gun barrel, using the momentum to leap high into the air.
This skill drew admiration from everyone present.
No matter how Han Bao attacked, Chen Heng remained like a leaf, constantly drifting amidst Han Bao's offensive. He appeared to be passive, but in reality, he was waiting in ambush.
A series of low gasps rose from the audience.
Zhao Cheng said in a low voice, his brows slightly furrowed:
"Chen Heng, his movement technique is amazing."
Lu Cheng didn't speak, but just stared at Chen Heng's hands.
The Chen family's Wind-Piercing Leaf Palm technique is a mid-grade human-level skill, so it is naturally quite remarkable.
But what's even more crucial is his pair of gloves; Han Bao's gun tip grazed them several times without causing any injury.
On the high platform, the two had separated. Han Bao's face was solemn, and his chest was heaving noticeably.
He knew Chen Heng was capable, but he didn't expect him to be this capable.
But as a centurion of the Zhenwu Battalion, he also had his trump cards up his sleeve.
Han Bao took a deep breath, and his gun stance changed.
It no longer features grand and sweeping movements, but rather emphasizes lightness and agility.
In this way, Chen Heng could no longer borrow the momentum of the spear.
But Chen Heng's gloves were no match for swords and spears, so he no longer feared Han Bao.
With swift, rapid movements of his palms—slapping, pressing, pushing, and squeezing—each strike landed on the spearhead, defusing Han Bao's attacks one by one.
After exchanging blows for more than sixty rounds, Han Bao's offensive gradually slowed down.
Chen Heng seized this momentary opening, and his palm strike suddenly became incredibly powerful.
He deflected the spear with his left palm, leaped forward to close the distance to Han Bao, and reached for Han Bao's chest with his right palm.
Han Bao didn't have time to raise his spear, so he had to drop it and use both hands to block, but he was forced back three steps by the force of the palm strike.
Chen Heng, not content with his momentum, followed closely, his left palm hovering three inches from Han Bao's chest, yet not striking.
"Thank you for your concession."
Chen Heng withdrew his palms and clasped his hands in a fist salute.
Han Bao's face turned ashen, but he did not make another move. He picked up his spear, turned around, and leaped off the platform.
This Chen Heng is rather despicable; he's been hiding such a deadly move and hasn't used it yet.
A murmur arose from the audience:
"As expected of the number one young talent in the Chen family, he won so decisively."
"It seems Chen Heng is about to go on a winning streak."
"Not necessarily, there are still two Zhenwu Battalion members who haven't gone yet."
"Exactly, besides Zhenwu Camp, aren't there two other camps?"
……
Amid the murmurs, Shen Yi remained seated and announced the results:
"In the first match, Chen Heng of the Chen family won."
After speaking, he looked at the thirteen families, including Xu and Huang.
The group of people exchanged glances and all shook their heads.
With Chen Heng's strength, none of their disciples could withstand him.
As expected, the disciple was struck in the chest with a palm after less than thirty exchanges. Although he was not injured, his blood and qi were churning.
The result, which was so predictable, still drew praise from everyone.
Sitting on the north side, Shen Yi remained expressionless and spoke in a flat voice:
"The Chen family, Chen Hengsheng."
"Next match, Changfeng Escort Agency."