rs are indeed powerful, but you’re finished when facing me!"
Wang Jie crossed his arms confidently.

Chen Wenzhong looked at him coldly. If sound waves can be countered by someone like you, why bother practicing them?

"Prepare yourselves and begin!"
With that, the judge stepped aside.

"Take this! 'Fire Fist!'"
Wang Jie eagerly lunged, his fists engulfed in red flames, aiming to overwhelm Chen Wenzhong and prevent him from using his strange techniques. 
The heat from Wang Jie's fists was palpable, and its wind gently brushed Chen Wenzhong's face. Yet, Chen Wenzhong remained serene. He calmly tilted his head, dodging the punch. Before Wang Jie could retract his fist, Chen Wenzhong grabbed his flame-free arm and threw him over his shoulder.

Thud.
Wang Jie crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Brushing off the dust from his clothes, Chen Wenzhong reflected on how dealing with such brute force didn’t require special techniques.

"Ugh, dust! Damn, you’ve exceeded my expectations. I didn't know you could perform close combat. Blame your weak opponents for my underestimation! Let me tell you, there won't be a next time!"
An attack like that wouldn’t truly harm an eighth-level martial artist; Chen Wenzhong had only intended to humble Wang Jie. Alas, it didn’t seem to work.

Chen Wenzhong folded one arm behind his back and provocatively gestured with the other at the newly risen Wang Jie.

"Damn it, if you think that was my best, you’re mistaken! Take this!"
Enraged by the taunt, the arrogant Wang Jie charged at Chen Wenzhong with his fire fists.

(Left, left, right, right, feint with the right, real strike with the left...)
Chen Wenzhong easily saw through Wang Jie's attack pattern. Such overconfident individuals who relied solely on their cultivation level were an easy read. No wonder the elder wanted to kick him.

"Dammit, why can't I hit him? Every time I strike, something invisible blocks my punches!"
After a while, Wang Jie, hands on his knees, panted heavily.

To avoid being burned, Chen Wenzhong had coated his hands with sound waves, thus blocking Wang Jie's attacks.

*Swoosh!*
Chen Wenzhong darted in front of the winded Wang Jie, towering over him. Spinning around, he delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to Wang Jie's left cheek, leaving a deep shoe print. Wang Jie was sent flying, face and all.

Naturally, this kick used no spiritual energy, just raw physical power.

"Damn it! How dare you kick my handsome face! You must be jealous that I'm more good-looking than you. I'll kill you!"
Seeing that Chen Wenzhong had only used physical force, Wang Jie, in his delirium, concluded it was out of jealousy.

Chen Wenzhong had enough of this fool. It was time to end the match. He summoned sound waves in his hand, forming them into the shape of a 

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