Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 240 - 197: Tai Chi Ban Lan Chui: Unrivaled Divine Power Wang Zhengyi! Four taels overpower a thousand jin, it is Yan Chuan!

Chapter 240: Chapter 197: Tai Chi Ban Lan Chui: Unrivaled Divine Power Wang Zhengyi! Four taels overpower a thousand jin, it is Yan Chuan!

"Brother Yan, please!"

Wang Zhengyi had long wanted to have a bout with Yan Chuan.

Indeed, Yan Chuan was exceptionally talented, having created one peak boxing style after another, unmatched by any.

This was talent, this was martial arts accomplishment.

However, the strength and weakness of a Martial Artist, aside from talent and martial arts accomplishment, also involve many other factors, such as—

"Opportunity!"

Wang Zhengyi considered himself superior to Yan Chuan in terms of opportunity. His recent growth was rapid, enough to overlook the gap in boxing accomplishments and crush Yan Chuan.

At this moment, when he struck, it was with the force of a thunderbolt—

Boom!

A punch to the face—

Starting from the foot, supporting with the leg, charging through the hips, twisting the waist, sending through the shoulder, opening with the hand!

’Six Harmonies Energy’ enhanced sinew, bone, skin, and membrane, one punch struck out—

Rumble!

Astonishing.

Wang Zhengyi took Yan Chuan seriously; with each punch, his entire body moved.

This strike was extremely fierce.

Logically speaking, ’Tai Chi Boxing’ overcomes hardness with softness, Yan Chuan should respond with ’Tai Chi Boxing’, but ’Tai Chi Boxing’ is profound. If Yan Chuan displayed it, and then taught it, the audience would understand little and think little, offering limited feedback to Yan Chuan.

Far less than ’Xingyi Boxing’!

"’Xingyi Boxing’ has reached the Seventh Realm, one more step and it will be peak."

That would be an entirely new level.

Based on this, for the upcoming boxing, Yan Chuan was naturally going to prioritize ’Xingyi Boxing’ first, breaking through ’Xingyi Boxing’ before moving on to other boxing styles.

But specific to this battle, specific to Wang Zhengyi—

"He’s a friend."

"Not appropriate, not appropriate."

Yan Chuan didn’t want to ’point and nudge’, or ’nag’, so he immediately employed the ’Sticky Fingers’ technique from ’Tai Chi Boxing’—

"Hmm?"

Wang Zhengyi only felt that the punch seemed to hit cotton, with no force.

Yan Chuan frowned at Wang Zhengyi, sensing that this friend seemed shrouded in a majestic aura, like a mountain or an abyss, tall and profound, yet also like a beast, showing its power.

Indeed remarkable.

"He wasn’t like this before going to Nanxiong City."

"He must have had an encounter at Nanyue Lake."

Although Yan Chuan wasn’t coveting Wang Zhengyi’s opportunity, he couldn’t help but be curious, wanting to know just how strong Wang Zhengyi was now.

Thus.

Yan Chuan wasn’t in a hurry to reveal his strength, only using ’Tai Chi’ to parry. As he fought, unknowingly, he slipped into an old habit: "Use intent, not force, Tai Chi is constantly circular, never breaking. Jinpeng, take a good look, when the opportunity and position are right, let the opponent’s foundation break of their own. Each move must be interconnected, like the endless Yangtze and Yellow Rivers."

Yu Jinpeng looked over as instructed and saw his master; with his right hand making a circular motion forward, aimed at Wang Zhengyi’s face, it was the ’High Probe Horse’, a move in Tai Chi Boxing. Wang Zhengyi clenched his right hand into a fist, hammering down; Yan Chuan’s ’Double Wind Through Ears’ neutralized and struck back, both hands forming circles and striking out—

"Constantly Circular!"

"So that’s it!"

Understanding flashed through Yu Jinpeng’s eyes as Yan Chuan’s change in strategy truly demonstrated the essence of ’Constantly Circular’, then circles with the left and right, one circle following another, big circles, small circles, flat circles, vertical circles, upright circles, slanted circles, all these Tai Chi circles entangled Wang Zhengyi until he stumbled, unable to stabilize, like someone drunk.

Possessing great strength, yet unable to bring it out!

Tai Chi!

Tai Chi!

Constantly Circular!

"What a marvelous Tai Chi!" Wang Zhengyi became increasingly aggressive; as he was on the offensive, he suddenly pulled back, turned around, and saw a rockery beside him, immediately reaching out and—

Boom!

A stone weighing several hundred pounds took flight effortlessly, hurled towards Yan Chuan.

With a shift of his feet, Yan Chuan easily dodged it.

"Again!"

But Wang Zhengyi wasn’t willing to get close to Yan Chuan again; instead, he moved behind the rockery, his hands flying, either grabbing or pushing, patting or smashing, sending chunks of stone into the air like cannonballs, endlessly raining down upon Yan Chuan.

These stones, some weighing hundreds of pounds, others over a thousand.

Even.

Wang Zhengyi sank his hips and tightened his stance, forcefully pushing a massive rock estimated to weigh three or four thousand pounds into the air.

"Gasp!"

"Such strength!"

The spectators were frightened together; Wang Zhengyi’s immense strength was startling.

It’s known that even ordinary Practitioners, or those with maximum Qi-Blood, find it extremely difficult to move or lift rocks weighing hundreds to thousands of pounds. Wang Zhengyi wasn’t just pushing or lifting with ease; he was using the stones as weapons, throwing them. It’s said that ancient people had the power to ’Throw Elephants’, flinging beasts weighing ten thousand pounds; although Wang Zhengyi wasn’t as mythical, rocks weighing three or four thousand pounds were nothing in his hands. The incredibility of his strength was mind-boggling.

It unfolded before their eyes.

Seeing it in person made it even more shocking.

Wang Zhengyi’s strength could move mountains and shake the world!

Then.

What about Yan Chuan?

"Ward off, divert, squeeze, press, must be serious. Coordination up and down makes it hard for others to get close. No matter how strong he hits me, lead four ounces to move a thousand pounds, pull in and neutralize, then strike out, adhere and stick without losing contact or confronting head-on."

Then Yan Chuan sang aloud, with Peng, Lu, Ji, An, Cai, Lie, Zhou, Kao, exerting ’Tai Chi Eight Skills’ as he wished, each massive stone hurling at him was either pushed aside or moved away through evasion.

This this this!

The skill showed even more!

Knowing that Wang Zhengyi could fling these massive stones was already unmatched Divine Power. As the stones flew through the air, the force was several times more than their mere weight.

Ordinary rocks of hundreds of pounds, when crashing before Yan Chuan, had at least two to three thousand pounds of force.

Massive stones!

Enormous force!

Far superior to any master’s fists or kicks.

Yet Yan Chuan stood on a tiny spot, his hands drawing circles like Tai Chi, deflecting each massive stone to the left or right.

"Master Yan!"

"Very impressive!"

The audience cheered with excitement.

With over thirty thousand spectators, most just watched the excitement without understanding the subtlety.

They couldn’t know whether Yan Chuan’s skill was due to the mysteriousness of ’Tai Chi Boxing’ or because he himself was unmatched.

Overall, watching Yan Chuan nonchalantly and effortlessly divert the massive stones with either a move or a shift inspired great excitement and thrill among the people.

Yet.

In truth.

Not only the ordinary spectators couldn’t understand, but even limit-breaking level experts, even the prominent figures in the stands, were equally puzzled—

"Wang Zhengyi has the strength to lift mountains!"

"Then what about Yan Chuan?"

"Is this ’Tai Chi Boxing’ using softness to overcome hardness, using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, or is his own strength equally outrageous?"

Sima Feng got serious.

Initially, he wasn’t particularly concerned about this ’Jian Province Competition’, after all, in his eyes, the strongest participating were merely some newly limit-breaking young ones, limited in power despite having some potential.

But he didn’t expect experts like Wang Zhengyi and Yan Chuan to appear.

Like Wang Zhengyi.

Like Yan Chuan.

Scattering thousands of pounds of stone with ease—if this were within a military formation, such boulders could decimate hundreds and thousands of soldiers, no need for any technique. Just this physical strength alone made them enemies of a hundred men, a thousand men!

At this level, even Sima Feng had to pay attention.

Within this.

Wang Zhengyi’s strength was direct and straightforward, easily understood.

But Yan Chuan’s was shrouded, far more mysterious.

Sima Feng couldn’t differentiate for a while.

In fact.

Not only Sima Feng.

Even Jiang Bianliu, though esteemed for his innate talent, couldn’t immediately confirm whether Yan Chuan’s display was the deep mystery of Tai Chi or unparalleled qi power.

Or perhaps—

"A combination of both?"

...

Tai Chi in form.

No one could discern the strength or weakness of Yan Chuan’s qi power.

For example, Wang Zhengyi couldn’t see it clearly either.

"Let me see!"

Seeing stone after stone flying at Yan Chuan, only to be easily brushed aside by him, Wang Zhengyi finally pushed a massive rock weighing thousands of pounds with more force—

Rumble!

The massive rock flew, heading directly for Yan Chuan.

Yet Wang Zhengyi hid behind it, his foot stepping continuously, one palm still pressing against the massive rock, energy continuously injected, further accelerating the rock.

This time.

The force of the massive rock exceeded ten thousand pounds!

It was like a raging dragon charging, or a truck collision, and once connected, if hit, even a limit-breaking level would be crushed, ground to pieces.

Boom!

Massive rock ahead, person behind.

Yan Chuan’s hands drew circles, his feet constantly retreating, parrying and striking, boom boom boom, the massive rock was still easily moved aside.

Tai Chi!

Tai Chi!

Four ounces move a thousand pounds!

Yan Chuan seemed to have no limit.

Boom!

The massive rock landed, the roar resounding, shaking the ground. A swirl of dust rose, and within it, a yin-yang tai chi pattern faintly formed.

"Ah!"

In the roaring sound, the exclamations of dozens of spectators were completely drowned out; the massive rock landed just less than a yard from one of the nine ’immersive’ VIP observation seats in the arena, just a little more, just a little more, and it could have smashed this observation seat. Such ’immersiveness’ truly made one’s heart race, adrenaline spike.

And at this time.

Dust swirled, shrouding the seat.

They couldn’t see, but the referees on the field, the remaining eight observation seats, the Eastern stands, and the ordinary viewers around who were nearby could see; they noticed Yan Chuan’s four ounces move a thousand pounds, dissipating the massive rock’s tremendous force. As the massive rock landed, it turned along the ground in a circle, and after the dust settled, a circle remained on the ground, as if Yan Chuan had used the massive rock as a pen, the sandy ground as paper, crafting a yin-yang tai chi diagram with tai chi force.

Marvelous marvelous marvelous!

Truly marvelous!

This capability, this control, was astounding to behold.

Yet at this time, there was no time to marvel, because behind the massive rock, Wang Zhengyi was fast approaching.

This time, his five fingers struck fiercely, energy surging, inner strength abundant, he was serious, with force reaching its limit, coordinating both qi power and mobilizing the entire inner strength, inner force, coupled with claw skill, directly attacking Yan Chuan’s face.

However.

Yan Chuan still maintained ’Tai Chi’, with a move ’Cloud Hand’, left hand high, right hand low, a circle already enveloped his arm, but Wang Zhengyi was prepared; the other arm swiftly followed as a steel whip, directly hammering down!

Regrettably, it was still adhered to by Yan Chuan.

Unknowingly!

Both hands twisted into Yan Chuan’s circles, deeply ensnared in Yan Chuan’s rhythm, unable to break free for a while.

In a moment.

In that next instant—

Pang!

Wang Zhengyi felt a tremendous force rushing from both hands and arms, crashing into him strongly, with a loud boom, Wang Zhengyi seemed to crash against a mountain, or rather, was hit by the mountain, causing his whole body to fly uncontrollably backward.

Formidable!

Overbearing!

Its momentum so fast it was like lightning, totally unstoppable!

Hiss hiss hiss~

Wang Zhengyi was knocked back three to five yards away, and after landing, both feet plowed the ground, creating furrows over a yard long before finally coming to a halt.

"One pull!"

"Two block!"

"Three punch!"

Yan Chuan stood with hands behind, explaining to Yu Jinpeng: "This is—"

Tai Chi!

Ban Lan Chui!

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