Wen Hu stood aside with a cruel smile on his face. In his eyes, although Zhou Chi was not small, he was not on the same level as his son Wen Ligong. The outcome of this contest was already predetermined.

However, the smile on Wen Hu's face froze instantly the next moment.

A crisp "crack" sound was heard, like the sound of bone breaking. Immediately afterwards, Wen Ligong swayed and took a step back uncontrollably. With a forceful step, he crushed a large piece of the thick stone slab in front of the city lord's mansion.

Amidst the astonished, confused, and incredulous gazes of the onlookers, Wen Ligong's face turned deathly pale, and with a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But for Zhou Chi, this punch was only a fraction of his strength.

It should be noted that under Fang Han's careful instruction, Zhou Chi diligently cultivated the Eight Desolations Body Refining Technique from the Eight Desolations Manual.

As his cultivation deepened, his physical body underwent a tremendous transformation, becoming extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary people at the same level.

His muscles were like steel, his bones like fine steel, and every inch of his skin contained boundless power, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, harboring astonishing energy.

If he were to unleash his full power, the terrifying force contained in just this one move would be enough to completely destroy Wen Ligong.

However, at this moment, although Wen Ligong's arm was broken by this punch, and his blood and qi were churning inside his body, causing him to suffer serious internal injuries, he still had some fighting strength left.

Before Wen Ligong could recover from the sudden heavy blow, Zhou Chi's massive body, like a moving mountain, hurtled towards Wen Ligong with a whooshing sound.

The force of this impact was truly terrifying, like a massive boulder falling from the sky, or a surging tsunami rushing in.

With a muffled, loud "Boom!", Wen Ligong, this towering man, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

His body flew through the air in a messy arc, flying three or four zhang away before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud. He lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, with no strength left to get up.

At this moment, Wen Ligong could no longer stand up. His massive body was like a collapsed mountain of flesh, lying pathetically in the dust.

"This...how is this possible?"

Wen Hu's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He never imagined that his son, on whom he had placed high hopes and who was already very skilled in tempering his body and strength, would be so easily defeated by Zhou Chi.

Wen Keren also looked astonished.

All the experts from the Wen family, as well as the surrounding crowd, were frozen in place, their eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, their faces filled with shock, completely unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Wen Ligong, you're far too weak to fight back."

Zhou Chi looked down at Wen Ligong, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, with a hint of mockery on his face, and slowly said, "I only used seven-tenths of my strength just now. You will recover after lying down for a month. If I had used my full strength, your father and your sister would have been left to collect your corpses."

He wasn't exaggerating; he had indeed held back his strength at the last moment of that attack. Otherwise, with the terrifying power of his full-force strike, Wen Ligong would have been killed instantly.

Upon seeing this, Wen Hu moved swiftly, his speed so fast it was like a blur, and he instantly appeared in front of Wen Ligong.

He quickly reached out and placed his hand on Wen Ligong's pulse point, carefully examining it.

After a moment, he realized that although Wen Ligong had suffered internal injuries and his blood and qi were disordered, his meridians were not truly broken and his dantian was intact, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he suddenly stood up, looked at Zhou Chi, his eyes filled with intense killing intent, like two burning flames, wishing he could devour Zhou Chi alive.

Without saying a word, he drew the sword from his back with a "whoosh" and slowly walked towards Zhou Chi.

Each step he took was like a heavy hammer striking the ground, giving people immense pressure.