The clash between the two sent Lin Chen tumbling off the city wall, clearly putting Lin Chen at a disadvantage.

"Hmm, even when you take it seriously, you're just so-so," Wuchi sneered arrogantly from atop the city wall.

Clearly, Wuchi was quite dissatisfied after taking that earlier strike, so he intended to reclaim his lost dignity by knocking Lin Chen off the wall.

"See, I knew Lin Chen was no good. One push from Wuchi and he's off the wall. He's just all show and no substance," someone remarked.

"Yeah, Wuchi wasn't even being serious earlier. Once he did, Lin Chen just couldn't hold his own!" added another.

Surrounding fans of Wuchi exchanged excited discussions, convinced that this clash reflected the true strength of both fighters.

Many even felt that the fight was about to end, that Wuchi would soon completely defeat Lin Chen.

Lin Chen seemed unbothered, springing up quickly to Wuchi's side and delivering a kick.

The speed of this kick was incredibly fast. Although it seemed light, Wuchi, who raised his arm to block, was shocked by the force it carried.

This kick's power was enough to send Wuchi crashing down from the city wall.

Wuchi landed, stumbled back four or five steps, and stared at Lin Chen in astonishment.

Whoa!

The crowd was stunned to see Wuchi knocked down, surprised at how quickly tables had turned.

Just moments ago, they mocked Lin Chen for being inferior as he fell, but now Wuchi was kicked down, and looking worse off.

Lin Chen had landed gracefully, whereas Wuchi was forced to retreat several steps.

The spectators gasped, and those who had ridiculed Lin Chen now felt embarrassed, like they'd been slapped in the face.

"How is this possible?" Wuchi, having steadied himself, wore an expression of shock.

The power in Lin Chen's kick had surpassed his expectations.

In an instant, the two swapped places, Lin Chen smiled faintly atop the city wall, "Ever heard of 'ten years east, ten years west'? You're just the same."

Boom!

Everyone's faces showed shock.

To say such a thing about Wuchi—only Lin Chen would dare speak so boldly in all of China.

Wuchi suddenly laughed, the kind of laughter that was somewhat terrifying: "Good, good. Today, I've finally met a worthy opponent. I'm going to enjoy this fight with you."

Then Wuchi leapt back onto the city wall, launching a kick towards Lin Chen.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Chen also kicked.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, their legs clashed.

Whizz!

A figure soared away again, and to everyone's shock, it was Wuchi who yet again was knocked down.

"This!"

The fans of Wuchi were utterly dumbfounded.

If the first knockdown could be excused as an oversight, a possible mistake by Wuchi, the second consecutive fall clearly indicated a problem; at least in terms of strength, Wuchi was definitely on the back foot.

"So strong!" Many martial arts experts were secretly amazed.

It was well known that Wuchi's technique focused on rigid strength, holding great weight in his legs, yet Lin Chen knocked him down twice; this illustrated Lin Chen's incredible strength.

Despite being knocked down again, Wuchi didn't get angry but grew more excited.

"Hahaha, finally, I have found an opponent today. I haven't had this much fun in a fight for a long time. Come again."

To think that in Wuchi's eyes, Lin Chen was already considered an equal opponent—this was astonishing indeed.

The crowd was incredibly amazed; in the realm of Chinese martial arts, Wuchi had always been unrivalled, yet today, someone had earned his recognition as an opponent.

"Is that so? Unfortunately, fighting you doesn't thrill me at all," Lin Chen said, shaking his head with disdain.

Oh man!

This guy is way too arrogant to dismiss Wuchi even after being acknowledged by him.

Spectators were left speechless; Wuchi was known for being conceited, but Lin Chen seemed even more so.

But being arrogant requires capital, and Lin Chen truly delivered.

Twice, he had knocked Wuchi off the city wall, something others could only dream of attempting.

Wuchi nodded, reaching to his waist to take out an iron rod.

The iron rod was extendable, with a click of the spring, it extended to about one and a half meters.

Eyebrow-level Staff!

Heavens, Lin Chen actually forced Wuchi to use a weapon.

Seeing the staff in Wuchi's hand, everyone became excited and widened their eyes.

Shao Lin's staff techniques were reputed to be very famous, yet Wuchi, who challenged many masters, had never used a weapon before. Today, he revealed the Eyebrow-level Staff.

The staff at Shao Lin is revered as the "Ancestor of All Weapons!"

It's said that Wuchi's staff techniques are also a true inheritance, practiced to perfection.

"Draw your weapon," Wuchi said mildly.

"To beat you, I don't need a weapon," Lin Chen responded with a slight smirk.

Whoa!

The crowd was once again stupefied. This was just too arrogant—to intend to take on Wuchi empty-handed! Could this guy be insane?

An icy smile appeared on Wuchi's lips. Ignored again by Lin Chen, this time he was slightly angered.

"Arrogant!"

With a cold snort, Wuchi leapt up, landing directly on the city wall, with the staff in his hand swirling, entirely enveloping Lin Chen.

The staff technique, known for its rapid and decisive strikes, had a reputation for sweeping away vast areas.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The staff in Wuchi's hands swiftly moved, creating countless shadows, engulfing Lin Chen.

Bam!

Unable to dodge, Lin Chen was struck on the shoulder by the staff, his body flying backward, landing below the city wall.

Nevertheless, Lin Chen didn't care; he leapt up again to appear on the city wall, charging towards Wuchi.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Wuchi's staff was filled with endless transformations—sweep, flick, cloud, thrust, chop. Lin Chen was struck multiple times by the staff, falling off the city wall four or five times.

Those watching were in awe, stunned by Wuchi's supernatural staff techniques.

The Shao Lin staff techniques lived up to their name, making the iron staff in Wuchi's hands seem like a flash of light that swept clean any opponents.

Yet they were even more amazed by Lin Chen's ability to endure the strikes.

Wuchi's staff, capable of withstanding a thousand pounds, struck Lin Chen four or five times, and yet he appeared unaffected.

This guy, could he be made of steel?

"Lin Chen, without a weapon, you're no match for me," Wuchi said calmly, retracting his staff.

Lin Chen smiled: "That's not necessarily true."

Saying this, Lin Chen removed two wrist weights, throwing them to the ground.

Bang!

The wrist weights created two deep pits in the ground.

"How is this possible!"

The crowd was dumbfounded upon seeing the heavy items Lin Chen had been wearing.

Lin Chen had been fighting Wuchi while carrying such substantial weight.

After removing the weights, Lin Chen took a deep breath: "Now I feel light."