"Mount Hua's number one genius?" Lin Chen was momentarily stunned.

Xu Shaojie smirked smugly: "Kid, now you're scared, but it's already too late."

He seemed to have already imagined Lin Chen being trampled underfoot, at his mercy, in utter humiliation.

Lin Chen suddenly burst into laughter: "Mount Hua's number one genius, I'm really scared. Turns out this is what Mount Hua's number one genius looks like."

Looking for death!

Xu Shaojie couldn't hold back anymore and finally made his move.

His body flashed like lightning in front of Lin Chen, and he slammed a heavy palm onto Lin Chen's shoulder.

Mount Hua was famous for its swordsmanship, but Xu Shaojie was too arrogant, and in his eyes, Lin Chen was not worthy of him drawing his sword. Hence, he decided to send Lin Chen flying with just a palm.

His move was too fast; many people could barely see a blur before Xu Shaojie had already struck out with his palm.

Xu Shaojie's eyes carried a hint of ruthlessness, as he used seventy percent of his strength in that palm strike.

He didn't want to kill Lin Chen with just one palm.

Just now, since Lin Chen dared to mock him so, he wanted to leave a life to slowly torture him, best to make Lin Chen suffer more than death so he could vent his hatred.

"In the same age group in China, no one can be arrogant in front of me. You are like an ant to me!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, Xu Shaojie's palm had already struck Lin Chen's shoulder.

Seeing this scene, the spectators secretly shook their heads. Many people had heard of Lin Chen's reputation, and were very much looking forward to the duel between the two.

However, seeing Lin Chen standing dumbfounded and being directly struck by Xu Shaojie's palm, those people secretly shook their heads.

"Lin Chen is just famous but his strength is nothing, under Xu Shaojie's attack he didn't even have a chance to dodge."

"Get lost!"

Xu Shaojie smacked Lin Chen with his palm, his voice full of haughty arrogance.

According to his thoughts, this palm should have been enough to send Lin Chen flying.

Yet, Lin Chen in front of him remained completely unaffected.

Xu Shaojie's face changed slightly, and it turned red all of a sudden.

The scene was a bit awkward, his move was perfect, the power was perfect; the only imperfection was Lin Chen not flying out as planned.

Seeing this, the faces of the spectators also changed slightly.

Although the shoulder had been struck by a palm, Lin Chen didn't move at all, let alone being sent flying.

Lin Chen's lips curled up into a teasing smile: "Number one scoundrel, what are you doing, giving me a massage?"

"What did you say?" Xu Shaojie's face instantly turned unpleasant.

Although he hadn't used all his strength just now, only seventy percent of it.

But that palm had indeed landed solidly on Lin Chen's shoulder.

Such a powerful hit could shatter even a rock, how could this kid be completely unhurt?

"I don't believe you can stay still this time." Xu Shaojie gritted his teeth and exerted full force.

Boom!

Xu Shaojie's palm almost tore through the surrounding air, forcefully smacking on Lin Chen's shoulder once again.

"Get lost!"

Xu Shaojie roared angrily.

He thought with full force this time, even if Lin Chen could withstand hits, he could send him flying.

Yet, unbelievably, Lin Chen still stood solid as a rock, not moving at all.

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Xu Shaojie's situation was too embarrassing, he maintained the striking posture while Lin Chen just stood unmoved, as if mocking him.

Being unable to move someone standing still was a huge slap to his face.

Xu Shaojie's face alternated between blue and white, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

"I can't roll, why don't you teach me how to roll." Lin Chen's lips curled with a mocking smile.

"Go to hell." Xu Shaojie, ashamed and angry, reached back and drew his sword.

A streak of cold light flashed instantly, yet just as his sword was unsheathed, Lin Chen kicked out.

"Bang!"

Lin Chen's kick landed right on Xu Shaojie's chest.

Xu Shaojie's expression changed, Lin Chen's move was too quick, he couldn't even see clearly before his body flew away.

Moreover, after landing, his body rolled like a ball for seven or eight meters.

Lin Chen watched Xu Shaojie rolling on the ground, nodded thoughtfully: "So this is how to roll! Young master Xu really rolls with skill and style!"

Xu Shaojie felt like his ribs were almost kicked to pieces by Lin Chen, rolling over ten meters before stopping.

Xu Meng beside him was nearly dumbstruck, never imagining his brother could be so humiliated.

He believed that as long as his brother acted, Lin Chen would die miserably.

But now, his brother smacked Lin Chen twice to no effect, while his brother was sent flying by Lin Chen's kick.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He couldn't believe the brother he idolized was so vulnerable.

Xu Shaojie spat dirt, stood up embarrassingly from the ground.

His expression was almost vacant.

Known as China's number one sword, the top of the green rankings, kicked away by someone.

Bear in mind, Lin Chen stood still to let him hit twice without moving, yet was kicked away with one shot, an immense humiliation.

If this story got out, how could he have a footing in the martial world?

Thinking of this, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Xu Shaojie's eyes, as he reached and drew the treasured sword from his waist.

Mount Hua's treasure, Heaven-reliant Sword.

This sword was a low-grade Spiritual Treasure, sharp and could cut through gold and iron.

"Kid, just now I underestimated you. Get your weapon out, today we'll duel to the death." Xu Shaojie now looked as if he wouldn't rest until Lin Chen was dead.

But Lin Chen merely shook his head: "You're too weak, I don't need a weapon against you."

Lin Chen displayed a contemptuous expression.

At this moment, Xu Shaojie was thoroughly infuriated.

Who was he? The elite of China's younger generation, the best-known sword, top of the green rankings, yet someone dared to look down on him.

"Kid, since you won't bring out your weapon, then die, Broken Sword Style."

As the words fell, Xu Shaojie flipped his wrist, merging man and sword like lightning towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, foot shifting, turning into a blur and easily dodging.

"Flirting Sword Style!"

Xu Shaojie flipped his wrist, the treasured sword sweeping horizontally towards Lin Chen's waist.

This move was incredibly fast, almost turning the sword at an unimaginable angle, once more slashing at Lin Chen.

Yet Lin Chen seemed to have anticipated it, turning his body directly behind.

"The last move was Falling Sword Style, wasn't it?" Lin Chen laughed coldly, before Xu Shaojie could react, a hand chop directly fell on his shoulder.

"Clang!"

Xu Shaojie's sword fell to the ground, with the bones in his shoulder instantly splintered.

Lin Chen used this exact move Xu Shaojie was about to execute, Falling Sword Style.