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Really, Master, you have to believe me.
Zhou Meng: "..."
Yunlong! The thing you're worst at lying in your life is lying.
And... do you really think you can beat your junior uncle just by going up there?
Zhou Meng squinted and shook his head, looking towards the arena.
"Don't hold back, little Yezi. Today, let your grandmaster test your mettle."
"Master, aren't you making things difficult for Xiao Yezi?"
Inside the arena, Lu Xuan casually rolled up his sleeves, looking regretful.
"Wang Ye is, after all, my grand-nephew by seniority. How could I bear to hit him?"
Wang Ye rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Grandmaster Uncle, are you rolling up your sleeves to fan yourself?"
"My arms were too hot, so I just wanted to get some fresh air."
"Then why are you still circulating your Qi?"
Do I really have to tell you outright that you're going to get beaten up today?
Lu Xuan looked pained: "Xiao Yezi, don't blame me, I'm heartbroken too."
"It hurts me as much as it hurts you!"
"Grandmaster, please give me your guidance."
When it came to actually making a move, Wang Ye suddenly calmed his mind and got into a fighting stance.
Yin and Yang, the two polarities give rise to each other, which is called Taiji.
In a few flashes, Wang Ye appeared in front of Lu Xuan, his fist force like rain instantly engulfing Lu Xuan's figure.
The interplay of Yin and Yang, the balance of softness and strength, and the theoretical potential of Tai Chi energy to generate countless types of force.
One of the Taoist masters, Yunlong, even became famous in the world of supernatural beings because of his Tai Chi skills.
Unfortunately, Wang Ye's Tai Chi practice was far from perfect, and the resulting softness and hardness were too obvious.
Lu Xuan did not move, but blocked all the punches that Wang Ye threw with one hand.
He casually parried the attack while nodding.
"Not bad! You've really got some skill in Tai Chi."
"However, the difference is too great."
Lu Xuan casually raised his hand, passing straight through the hundreds of fist energies generated by Wang Ye, grabbed Wang Ye's arm, and then pulled him back.
Wang Ye felt an irresistible force coming towards him, and his entire body was lifted into the air uncontrollably.
He was about to be thrown away by Lu Xuan at any moment.
Wang Ye quickly turned around in mid-air.
The Yin and Yang energies within his body interacted and generated, transforming the energy transmitted by Lu Xuan into his own.
Combining softness and strength, he transformed it into sheer power, delivering a punch to Lu Xuan in mid-air.
Before the force of the punch even arrived, a powerful gust of wind had already ruffled a few strands of Lu Xuan's hair.
Tai Chi uses the opponent's force to its advantage.
This punch is enough to shatter monuments and break stones.
This single strike proved that Wang Ye's years of hard training had not been in vain.
"Sure, Koyako!"
Lu Xuan nodded: "You've really practiced very well."
He opened his large hand and casually slapped Wang Ye with a punch.
The force of the punch exploded, and countless gusts of wind swept up a cloud of dust.
Wang Ye's all-out punch was easily caught by Lu Xuan with a single palm strike, without even causing Lu Xuan to take a single step back.
Lu Xuan even grabbed Wang Ye's fist, making him land steadily on the ground.
How can this be?
Wang Ye looked incredulous, as he had been practicing Tai Chi for over a decade since childhood, practicing standing meditation without ever neglecting it.
But now Lu Xuan defeated him so easily without even using Qi?
"Xiao Yezi, you should rest for a while!"
Shaking off Wang Ye's fist, Lu Xuan directly pressed his palm against Wang Ye's upper dantian.
He held back his strength, and the force of his palm strike was just enough to give Wang Ye a short rest.
Wang Ye stared intently as Lu Xuan pressed down with his palm, sensing immense danger emanating from Lu Xuan's seemingly effortless strike.
There's a feeling that this move is very powerful.
There's another feeling: this move is absolutely unavoidable.
Seeing the palm strike coming straight at him, Wang Ye stood there as if in a daze.
Master Yunlong, who was standing to the side, shook his head.
"Master, Wang Ye did his best."
As a master of Tai Chi, no one understands Tai Chi better than him, and no one is more qualified to guide Wang Ye and Lu Xuan in what can be considered a battle.
Tai Chi may seem soft and gentle, but its moves are actually extremely dangerous.
Wang Ye's Tai Chi skills have already been passed down to some extent; both the timing and the way he responded were flawless just now.
The only problem is that the gap between them is just too big.
Lu Xuan didn't even need to use his Qi; he overwhelmed Wang Ye entirely with his basic life force.
With such profound cultivation of life force, even Daoist Yunlong admitted that he was no match for Lu Xuan, let alone Wang Ye, who had only formally entered the sect a few years ago.
"Keep reading."
Zhou Meng squinted, his emotions unreadable.
Inside the arena, Wang Ye seemed powerless to counter Lu Xuan's nonchalant slap.
Wang Ye murmured to himself as he formed a sword-finger gesture with his hands behind his back.
"The character '离' (li) and the '火墙' (fire wall)"
The next moment, tiny sparks appeared out of nowhere.
In an instant, sparks rose into the wind and transformed into a wall of fire several meters high, blocking Lu Xuan's path.
Lu Xuan seemed to be taken aback.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Ye retreated rapidly, creating distance between them.
"Qimen Dunjia, Feng Hou Qimen?"
Lu Xuan looked through the wall of fire at Wang Ye, who was panting heavily behind it.
He muttered to himself, "No wonder!"
Chapter Five: In the end, the operation of this universe is nothing more than a kind of force.
Wang Ye's position was not a departure from his original position; only Feng Hou Qi Men could disregard the overall formation and unleash fire-attribute techniques.
What's truly strange is that his own perception pervades the entire Wudang.
Wang Ye has never been inside the back mountain. Who did he learn his Feng Hou Qi Men from?
Could it be... that the world lines have converged again?
Wang Ye finally managed to steady himself, panting heavily.
The oppressive feeling from Lu Xuan's seemingly ordinary slap just now was too great.
Even though he immediately set up the Qimen Dunjia divination and manipulated all four plates, he still almost couldn't dodge it.
The most disheartening thing is that Lu Xuan still hasn't managed to circulate his Qi.
Wang Ye: "(；′⌒`)"
Is the gap really that big?
Bystanders watching the drama unfold:
"Fire wall? Master, I want to learn that."
"What are you learning? This is a spell from the 'Art' sect!"
"Don't use the word 'technique' so easily. This sounds like Qimen Dunjia, the methods of sorcerers."
"Do we have any sorcerers in Wudang? I've never heard of them!"
"Could it be that Wang Ye stole it?"
"Ah this..."
One sentence silenced the many disciples who were watching.
For a respectable Taoist sect like Wudang, secretly learning techniques from outsiders is a very serious matter.
Especially after feeling Master Yunlong's gaze.
Everyone: "..."
"It's time for breakfast, I'm leaving now."
"I still have to do my morning classes, goodbye."
"Disciple takes leave."
"I suddenly remembered that I haven't washed my clothes yet!"