As the first clash unfolded on the stage.
The eyes of everyone in the entire venue gathered over.
The few master elders and Chairman Wan who had watched Wang Ye’s boxing video earlier also applauded.
"Good!"
"Well done!"
"What a spectacular move!"
"Master Yang’s skills are also quite profound."
"Watch carefully, young master, this move will be enough for you to ponder for thirty years."
The martial arts apprentices from various factions also showed astonished expressions.
They did not originally have high hopes for Wang Ye.
Because Tai Chi is different from other martial arts, the moves and Emitting Force in Tai Chi are subtle and profound, requiring years of accumulation to master. Hence, Tai Chi Grandmasters are often elderly and not young individuals like Wang Ye.
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The stage.
Wang Ye’s breath gradually beca long and magnificent, his aura rising. Although his Pile Skill stance seed floating, it was as stable as a mountain, unmoved by any external force.
To outsiders, one might only praise with descriptors like "Exiled Immortal" or "gentle breeze and rain." But to insiders, Wang Ye’s Emitting Force and Pile Skill stance were textbook examples, only describable as "reaching the peak!"
"That didn’t count, the ground is too slippery!" Master Yang gritted his teeth, his body suddenly lowered forward, thrusting out his right arm towards Wang Ye’s armpit, attempting to use a "Parting the Wild Horse’s Mane" to overthrow Wang Ye!
This move was extrely violent, showing none of the gentleness of a seventy or eighty-year-old or the subtlety of Tai Chi. If this were on the street, any ordinary adult male would be knocked down by this attack.
Slap!
With a calm expression, Wang Ye wound his hand around Master Yang’s elbow, dissolving his fierce Vigorous Power, then borrowed the force to launch a "Shoulder Bump" against Master Yang’s chest.
Boom!!!
Three-tenths of Dan Force exploded like a cannonball, sending Master Yang’s body flying three to four ters away.
He continuously stomped the ground with both feet, barely dispelling this terrifying Dan Force.
Yet the Vigorous Qi lingered, infiltrating his chest and abdon, roaming for a long ti.
Master Yang felt a tickling and aching in his internal organs, clutching the Chest Acupoint, unable to suppress a couple of coughs.
He raised his cloudy old eyes, revealing a shocked expression.
If the previous move could be dismissed as an illusion,
then this move confird everything.
His Power was probably far inferior to this young man in his twenties or thirties!
"How is this possible... you’re so young!"
"Nothing is impossible, old master." Wang Ye, hands behind his back and a slight smile on his lips, "Rember this move, digest it well after going back, and don’t be so impatient in your future punches."
"Thank you, young master, for your guidance, I concede." Master Yang looked embarrassed, cupped his hands, and imdiately stepped down from the stage.
Wan Zonghua at the seats continued speaking into the microphone: "What a spectacular fight, Master Yang, do not be discouraged. After digesting the lessons from this fight, your Power will advance one more level. Any master here interested in a match or exchange with Chairman Wang? It’s a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity."
"I’ll go!" A tall martial arts school coach said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, ’a fist fears a young man’s strength,’ Vice President Wang is young and vigorous, a fair match would be against , also a young fellow!"
Judging by his physique, he must have undergone military service, exuding an indescribable fierce aura. He seed more like a practitioner of Baji Fist or Xingyi Boxing than Tai Chi.
"Co up," Wang Ye nodded slightly.
The coach, footsteps brisk, ascended the stage and cupped his hands towards Wang Ye, "My surna is Li, seeking advice from the Vice President."
"I wouldn’t dare. Coach Li, please enlighten ," Wang Ye cupped his hands.
Coach Li slowly took a stance, left hand three inches in front of his nose, right fist tucked at his waist, elbows sunk, legs in a low horse stance resembling Si Ping Ma, his posture pressed extrely low.
From his basic Pile Skill, one could glimpse—his practice should not be orthodox Tai Chi, but a modified version incorporating Military Boxing and modern combat postures.
Coach Li remained as still as a mountain, but once in motion, he was like thunder. His tight hip tendons instantly released stored energy, like a fully drawn bowstring being let loose, crossing two to three ters in an instant, with the right fist hamring towards Wang Ye’s face like an iron hamr.
Whoosh!
The montum of this punch was terrifying,
Wang Ye could distinctly hear the air tearing beside him.
But fortunately, his eyes had evolved, his dynamic skills significantly enhanced, making Coach Li’s punch as slow as a turtle crawl in his perception.
Wang Ye countered the punch with his fist, then his figure flickered, dodging to Coach Li’s back, aiming for his right scapula. Coach Li couldn’t evade, his entire right arm fell into a state of numbness.
"So fast?!"
Coach Li’s pupils contracted,
the intense impact from behind caused his adrenaline to surge. He took a deep breath, turned, lifting his hip, and suddenly unleashed a whizzing whip leg.
He didn’t use any Tai Chi techniques in this move but resorted to modern combat techniques.
Wang Ye hadn’t expected Coach Li to use combat techniques in a Tai Chi exchange.
He deftly sidestepped the whip leg and imdiately swept a leg at Coach Li’s supporting leg.
Slap!
Coach Li lost balance, falling heavily on the stage floor.
Clutching his waist, he wailed, clearly unable to stand up.
Instantly.
The entire venue erupted in boos.
"Hiss!"
"Why did Master Wang strike so hard?"
"Didn’t you see, Coach Li was the one who first threw a whip leg."
"That whip leg was a modern combat move, if you really got hit, even if not injured, it would hurt. Master Wang’s counterattack is understandable."
"That’s right, indeed, it was Coach Li who was too aggressive."
"You can’t bla Coach Li, he’s been with the ard police force for many years, attacking instinctually as a reflex."
"Fortunately, it was Master Wang, whose prowess is remarkable. Otherwise, others might not have been able to withstand even a few moves."
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