cept for Chen Wenzhong. It seems Chen Ming was in charge of their training, leaving a deep impression on them!
"Oh, right! One more thing—the rewards for this competition are very generous, with even spirit-grade weapons as prizes!"
After speaking, Second Elder Chen Ming sat down, crossing his legs.
"What! Spirit-grade weapons! The rewards are amazing this time!"
"Yeah, in previous competitions, we rarely had spirit-grade weapons as prizes. And now we do!"
"That's not all. Didn't the First Elder mention that sect disciples will also be there, recruiting new members?"
"Great! It's time for me to show my true power!"
"Get lost, we know exactly how strong you are. With just a fifth-tier Martial Apprentice level, what 'true power' are you talking about!"
"Hey, watch it, Chen San! You think you can talk to me like that!"
"Bring it on! I'm not afraid of you!"
Watching the young disciples bickering, Chen Zhan felt gratified. After all, without incentive, there is no motivation. Seeing his son standing aside, unmoved, he shook his head and stood up, shouting, "Si—lence!"
The clan head's authority was evident as the room quieted down.
"Now, I will announce the competition participants!"
Chen Zhan pulled out a piece of paper from his robe and read aloud.
"Chen Yan!"
"Present!"
"Chen Feng!"
"Present!"
…。 "Chen Wenzhong!"
Upon hearing his name, Chen Wenzhong raised his hand and waved.
"Alright, these are the participants for this competition. I hope everyone will train diligently and achieve victory! Dismissed!"
With that, all the young disciples and Chen Wenzhong exited the meeting hall, leaving only Chen Zhan and the four elders.
"Big Brother, why did you let your son, Zhong'er, participate? I feel it might be risky."
"Chen Ming, are you dense? Zhong'er may not be able to speak, but his strength is undeniable!"
"Really, Chen Xiaogang! Can I not have a word with Big Brother without you butting in?"
"I’ll say it one more time! My name is Chen Li-gang!"
"Chen Xiaogang, Chen Xiaogang, Chen Xiaogang, la-la-la!"
"Damn it! Take this!"
"Wow, daring to throw a shoe at my face! Bring it on, let's tussle!"
As Second Elder Chen Ming and Fourth Elder Chen Ligang started brawling, the others ignored them as if used to this spectacle.
"Elder Prison, shouldn't you intervene? If the younger generation sees this, it would be quite disgraceful!"
Chen Zhan gave a helpless glance to the First Elder, Chen Prison.
"Hehe, no worries. If those two troublemakers ever stopped fighting, I'd be more worried."
First Elder Chen Prison stroked his white beard and laughed.
"Sigh, such a headache!"
Chen Zhan clutched his head and sighed.



Chapter 8: Beating the Buffoon, Sharp Martial Arts

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