The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

"Who's winning?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? Just wait!"

……

As a breeze blew by, the smoke and dust that originally filled the air above the ring gradually dissipated.

"I say, you two really don't hold back! Are you planning to destroy this newly built arena?"

After the smoke and dust cleared, only a crystal clear ice wall was seen standing between Zhang Chenwu and Zhang Chenhu.

Countless tiny cracks also appeared on the ice wall, obviously having just endured a huge impact.

Hearing Zhang Chentian's words, Zhang Chenhu grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth:

"Seventh Brother, you are here!"

Although he had a smile on his face, his pale complexion still exposed the fact that he was in poor health at the moment.

"Haha, I like to hear this. You are still so good at talking." Zhang Chentian couldn't help but scolded with a smile.

"Seventh brother, who won among us?" General Zhang Chenwu retracted his spear, strode towards Zhang Chentian, and asked loudly with a smile on his face.

"Just look at the ice wall and you'll know," Zhang Chentian said with a smile, pointing to the ice wall standing on the stage.

Hearing this, Zhang Chenwu and Zhang Chenhu looked at each other, then quickly walked to the ice wall.

They looked carefully and found that there were many tiny cracks on the ice wall on the left, but relatively few on the right.

"You win! But I won't lose to you again in the next competition!" Zhang Chenwu looked at the ice wall, was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Chenhu and said in a firm tone.

In fact, the moment he walked to the ice wall, Zhang Chenwu realized that he had lost.

But he was convinced and had no complaints.

Because he knew that this failure was only temporary, he would continue to work hard to practice and strive to defeat Zhang Chenhu in the next competition.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for you to challenge me! And, Brother Jiu, do you know how long I've been holding back on saying this? Hahaha!"

Hearing Zhang Chenwu's words of surrender, Zhang Chenhu burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed over the entire martial arts training ground.

"Okay, okay, you're awesome, okay?"

Seeing Zhang Chenhu being so arrogant, Zhang Chenwu smiled helplessly and agreed.

Although he felt somewhat unwilling, he also understood that only through continuous efforts and competition could he become stronger.

"Hahaha, wait for me to rest for an hour, and after my spiritual power recovers, I will capture the starling. The second place in the competition will be mine."

Hearing Zhang Chenwu's 'compliment', Zhang Chenhu couldn't help but laugh, his laughter full of confidence and pride.

"Alright, hurry down and recover! You still have to fight Chen Guang in an hour."

Zhang Chentian looked at his brother's excited face and couldn't help but remind him.

"Okay, I'll go right away. Watch how I catch the starling in a moment!"

Zhang Chenhu waved his hands vigorously, as if he had already seen the scene after he defeated the starling, then turned around and flew off the ring.

After landing, he found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and quickly started practicing the techniques he had been practicing to recover his spiritual power.

"Chen Wu (Ninth Brother)."

Seeing Zhang Chenwu coming, Zhang Yajun and Zhang Chenlong immediately went to meet him.

"Uncle Forty-one, Xiaolong."

Zhang Chenwu greeted them with a smile, a friendly smile on his face.

Since he had no competition scheduled next, he was not in a hurry to recover his spiritual power.

"Brother Jiu, can we ask you about the power of the gun?" Zhang Chenlong asked embarrassedly, scratching his head.

Zhang Chenwu looked at Zhang Chenlong, then looked at Zhang Yijun beside him, then nodded and said:

"of course can!"

Hearing Zhang Chenwu's words, Zhang Chenlong and Zhang Yajun both showed surprise on their faces.

"Very good……"

Zhang Chenlong and Zhang Yajun looked at each other, their hearts filled with joy.

They knew that Zhang Chenwu had a deep understanding of marksmanship, and that getting his guidance would be of great help in improving their own marksmanship.

Then, the three of them began to discuss the issue of gun power.

Zhang Chenwu explained his understanding of gun posture to Zhang Chenlong and Zhang Yajun, and shared some practice methods and techniques.

Zhang Chenlong and Zhang Yajun listened very carefully and nodded in agreement from time to time.

During the discussion, Zhang Chenwu also personally demonstrated some movements to allow the two to understand more intuitively how to use gun power.

Throughout the whole process, Zhang Chenwu was very patient and did not show any impatience at all.

Zhang Chenlong and Zhang Yajun also cherished this opportunity very much and kept asking questions, hoping to get more guidance from Zhang Chenwu.

……

Soon, an hour passed, and Zhang Chentian looked at the audience and said:

"The final match of the competition, Zhang Chenguang versus Zhang Chenhu!"

With Zhang Chentian’s announcement, the entire square became lively.

"We've finally waited for this battle! This is a showdown between the top young generations of the Zhang family!"

"Yeah, I wonder who's better, Zhang Chenguang or Zhang Chenhu?"

Everyone was talking, their eyes focused on the ring.

Zhang Chenguang and the recovered Zhang Chenhu slowly walked onto the ring. They looked at each other, their eyes flashing with strong fighting spirit.

"Chenhu, let's not waste time. Let's decide the outcome with one move!"

Zhang Chenguang held a golden sword and said to Zhang Chenhu.

"Okay! Myna! Let's decide the outcome with one move!"

Zhang Chenhu nodded and responded. In his hand, he held a Fang Tian Hua Ji, the tip of which flashed with a cold light, exuding a majestic aura.

"Ten Thousand Sword Techniques! The most powerful sword in the world!"

Zhang Chenguang took a deep breath, used all his strength to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, and displayed his unique skills.

The golden sword in his hand instantly turned into a golden light, carrying endless sword intent, and slashed towards Zhang Chenhu.

"The Infinite Battle Technique! Fight against heaven and earth!"

Zhang Chenhu's face darkened, and he also used his own unique skills.

He swung the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand violently, and a ball of black light condensed on the tip of the spear, carrying a terrifying pressure, and faced Zhang Chenguang's sword energy.

In an instant, the entire arena was enveloped by two powerful forces, and the audience below felt a suffocating pressure.

"Holy crap! This power is comparable to that of a mid-stage Danhua!"

……

This time, Zhang Chentian chose to stop the attacks of the two and instead released a spiritual power shield to prevent the arena from being destroyed.

boom!

The two collided and made an earth-shattering noise.

The light faded, and Zhang Chenguang and Zhang Chenhu each took a few steps back, with a trace of blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Chenhu's eyes. He knew that Zhang Chenguang was holding back.

At this time, Zhang Chenhu spoke first:

"Myna, your strength is indeed stronger than mine, but I will do my best to catch up!"

After saying this, Zhang Chenhu said loudly: "I lost this competition!"