o his own opponents, he saw Zhao Tianming (eighth level), Wang Yuan (sixth level), and Lu Yong (sixth level). Indeed, these opponents were troublesome.

"Hey, don’t look around! Let me, Zhao Tianming, show you who the real genius is!"
Feeling slighted by Chen Wenzhong's inattentive gaze, Zhao Tianming angrily shouted.
Chen Wenzhong remained indifferent.

"Begin!"
At the judge’s command, Chen Yan's platform erupted with the sounds of intense combat, punches landing with full force, sending the audience into a frenzy of cheers.

In stark contrast, the atmosphere on Chen Wenzhong’s platform was incredibly still. No one dared make a move for fear of being ganged up on.
But Chen Wenzhong didn’t want to waste any more time. Time was life, and they were wasting his youth!

He gently raised his hand, fingers curling in mid-air, taking a half-squat stance on the platform, mimicking playing a guzheng but without anything in his hands. 
Seeing Chen Wenzhong move, the other three hurriedly gathered their spiritual energy for defense, vividly recalling how he had swiftly taken down Lu Zhen in the previous match. Who knew what he might do next?

Chen Wenzhong’s fingers began to glide, his index finger curling as if plucking an invisible string, then relaxing. With every motion, the three opponents' hearts fluctuated, nearly driving them mad with anticipation.
"Hey, Chen Wenzhong! Are you messing with us? If you’re going to fight, fight! Don’t fool around!" Zhao Tianming shouted in frustration, not understanding what Chen Wenzhong was up to.
"Ding!" "Dong!" "Bang!"
Just as Zhao Tianming finished shouting, the air beneath Chen Wenzhong's fingers emitted a loud sound, startling the three of them into taking defensive stances.

Seeing their exaggerated reactions, Chen Wenzhong’s lips curled slightly. He had been testing the usage of the [Sound String Killing Art], and discovered that the transparent vibrations he emitted could be constrained within his hands, mimicking the act of playing a guzheng. He realized this technique wasn’t limited to soundwaves and could transform into different forms to launch attacks.

Chen Wenzhong looked towards the Wang and Lu family contestants, then waved his hand. A soft rustling sound followed as two transparent fist-shaped soundwaves shot out.
Seeing Chen Wenzhong’s hand move, the two opponents frantically started erecting defenses. However, after a moment of waiting, nothing happened. They cautiously peeked at each other in confusion.

At that moment, an unknown force struck Lu Yong hard, leaving a deep fist mark on his abdomen that pierced through his body and emerged from his back.
"Ugh—"
Lu Yong spat out blood and collapsed.

"Holy crap! What kind of attack is this? It's terrifying!"
Seeing Lu Yong fall so suddenly, Zhao Tianmin

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