g broke into a cold sweat.
Wang Yuan was even more frightened, as he had just been targeted by Chen Wenzhong. With Lu Yong down, was he next?

Knowing staying still was not an option, Wang Yuan turned to run. But just as he took his first step, a heavy blow struck his abdomen.
"N-not fair... Even when... running?"
He muttered, spitting out blood before fainting.

"Ahhh! This is insane! I’m seeing ghosts!"
Seeing another opponent mysteriously fall, Zhao Tianming lost his composure. In a frenzy, he charged at Chen Wenzhong, swinging his fists wildly in hopes of defeating him in one strike.
Watching Zhao Tianming's frantic charge, Chen Wenzhong shrugged helplessly. How did such a frail psyche reach the eighth level of the Martial Artist Realm?

As Zhao Tianming’s fist neared his face, Chen Wenzhong calmly closed his eyes, pivoted gracefully, evading the punch. He opened his eyes, placed his palm on Zhao Tianming, and transmitted a vibration through his arm.

"I- I don’t accept this... Ugh!"
With one strike, Zhao Tianming was sent flying. The vibration reached his internal organs, shaking them slightly without causing any severe damage. After all, why go for a lethal strike when there was no enmity?

"And the winner of this platform is Chen Wenzhong of the Chen family!"
Judge Helian, stunned by the outcome, shouted the results.

Chen Wenzhong clenched his fists. He had fully realized the immense potential of the [Sound String Killing Art]. With the ability to disrupt internal organs through mere contact and launch remote soundwave attacks, this was just the beginning. What would it achieve at higher levels of mastery?

Chapter 16: Competition's End and the Arrival of Sect Disciples

On Chen Yan's platform, the winner turned out to be Wang Jie, who, with his higher cultivation level, triumphed. Wang Jie's fire-based boxing skills left a deep impression on Chen Wenzhong; his ability to control his fire fists precisely overwhelmed Chen Yan, leaving him with a bruised face and causing Elder Chen Ming to feel so enraged that he nearly jumped down to kick his foolish son.

"Alright, we have winners from both platforms. Up next, we will have the championship match. Chen Wenzhong from the Chen family and Wang Jie from the Wang family, take a five-minute rest before the final match begins!"
Helian, the judge, announced from the center of the platform.

This was only natural. After multiple rounds and a four-way battle, spiritual energy couldn’t be fully restored so quickly — though Chen Wenzhong was an exception, having barely exerted himself.

Five minutes later.

Chen Wenzhong and Wang Jie stood on the platform, staring each other down, ready to engage.

"Chen Wenzhong, I’ve watched your matches. To say the least, they’re bizarre! Those invisible attacks of you

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