One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Wang Ye knelt on one knee on the ground, wiping his mouth haphazardly with the back of his hand.

The bright red bloodstain spread across the cuff of the Taoist robe, resembling a poignant plum blossom.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, each breath sounding like a broken bellows being pulled.

The surrounding audience seats buzzed with a cacophony of voices, like flies buzzing around.

"That's... all?"

"What happened to Master Wang just now? Why did he suddenly spit out blood?"

"Has he gone mad? He seemed pretty intimidating just now, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite."

Hearing these piercing sounds, Wang gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip on the ground.

He slowly raised his head.

Ahead, the man named Zhang Chu was squatting on the ground, crunching away at half a cucumber.

"It's not over yet..."

Wang Ye's voice was hoarse, carrying a stubborn and ruthless edge.

He stood up unsteadily.

Since magic and spells are ineffective.

Let's go back to the most primitive and purest way.

Snapped.

Wang Ye stood with his feet apart, neither too far apart nor too far apart, and slowly raised his hands, drawing a smooth arc in front of his chest.

A deep and lingering aura instantly rose from his body.

"Still want to fight?"

Zhang Taichu swallowed the cucumber in his mouth and raised an eyebrow in surprise:

"Young Wang, judging from your complexion, if I continue this fight, I'm afraid I'll shorten my lifespan."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Wang Ye roared, pushed off with his feet, and charged straight at Zhang Taichu like a dragon emerging from the water, carrying an indomitable momentum.

At that moment, he abandoned all distracting thoughts.

There is no such thing as Feng Hou Qi Men, nor any of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

At this moment, he was just a Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain, using the moves his master taught him to try and shake the insurmountable mountain in front of him.

call--

The wind howled from the punch.

Wang Ye's punch, seemingly weak and powerless, actually concealed a deadly intent.

Tai Chi Chuan, Grasping the Sparrow's Tail!

This seemingly light slap, if it landed properly, would be enough to turn a piece of granite into powder.

however.

Faced with this attack that returns to simplicity.

Zhang Taichu didn't even stand up.

He remained squatting on the ground, holding the half-cucumber in his left hand and casually extending an index finger with his right.

Just a light touch.

笃.

A dull, soft sound.

Wang Ye's powerful palm strike was abruptly halted in mid-air.

At the point in the palm where the force is most concentrated, an ordinary finger is pressed against it.

In that instant, Wang Ye felt as if his strength had vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Followed by.

A strange force of recoil surged back up along his arm.

"Hmm!"

Wang Ye groaned and staggered back a few steps involuntarily.

"Is this Tai Chi?"

Zhang Taichu curled his lip, looking disgusted.

"You look so weak, haven't you eaten?"

Wang Ye completely ignored his taunts.

He steadied himself and lunged forward again.

Cloud Hands, Single Whip, Parry and Strike!

Wang Ye's body spun faster and faster, and black and white Qi flowed around his body, as if forming a huge Tai Chi diagram that enveloped Zhang Taichu.

This combo was executed flawlessly, flowing smoothly without any openings.

Zhuge Qing, watching from the stands, stared wide-eyed.

"This is Wang Ye's physical skill..."

"Such formidable Tai Chi mastery! This level of Yin-Yang transformation is something even the masters of Wudang Mountain couldn't match, right?"

however.

No matter how fierce Wang Ye's attacks were, no matter how perfectly the Tai Chi was executed.

Zhang Taichu always had only one finger.

Tap, poke, press, flick.

Every movement is extremely simple, like a child playing.

But each time, he was able to precisely intercept Wang Ye's attacks and disrupt his rhythm.

Snapped!

Zhang Taichu tapped Wang Ye's wrist tendon with one finger.

Wang Ye's powerful and heavy parry punch instantly lost its momentum, and his fist drooped limply.

"Too slow."

Zhang Taichu chewed on a cucumber while mumbling:

"Your Tai Chi skills aren't up to par."

"What does Tai Chi emphasize? It's using stillness to control movement, and striking first after the opponent has moved."

"Look at you, rushing around like you're about to snatch eggs. Where's the semblance of Tai Chi in you?"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He doesn't believe it!

He didn't believe that anyone in this world could be completely flawless!

"Wild Horse Parts Its Mane!"

Wang Ye roared, his arms swinging wildly like a galloping wild horse, crashing into Zhang Taichu with a fierce momentum.

With this move, he abandoned defense and adopted a strategy that resulted in mutual destruction.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu shook his head and sighed.

"What a stubborn person."

His index finger extended again.

This time, they didn't touch Wang Ye's arm or acupoints.

Instead, it went straight for Wang Ye's brow.

The speed didn't look fast; it was even a bit slow.

But in Wang Ye's eyes, this finger seemed to fill the entire sky, impossible to avoid or block.

Wang Ye instinctively wanted to change his tactics and retreat.

But his body seemed rusty, unable to keep up with his conscious reactions.

They could only watch helplessly as that finger drew closer and grew larger.

"You said you practice Tai Chi."

Zhang Taichu's voice suddenly became clear, losing its previous mockery and instead carrying a hint of something indescribable:

"But your heart is full of sharp edges."

These words struck Wang Ye like a thunderbolt.

His movements suddenly froze.

"You always look like you haven't slept enough, like you don't care about anything."

Zhang Taichu's finger hovered an inch in front of Wang Ye's brow, but he didn't touch it.

He looked into Wang Ye's bloodshot eyes, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his lips:

"But what's the reality?"

You're more tired than anyone else.

"You're worried that your rich father will be kidnapped, you're worried that Wudang Mountain will be implicated by you, you're worried that the world of supernatural beings will be thrown into chaos, and you're even worried about the fate of the world."

Wang Ye's pupils contracted violently.

Breathing completely stopped.

"How can you possibly move quickly while carrying something so heavy?"

Zhang Taichu threw the last piece of cucumber butt into his mouth and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Little Wang."

"Your path is too narrow."

"It's so narrow that even you can barely walk through."

Wang Ye was trembling violently.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled as he tried to refute, but he found himself unable to utter a single word.

Because Zhang Taichu's prediction was entirely correct.

He thought he was a person who had transcended the world, a carefree immortal.

But in reality, he never truly let go.

He couldn't let go of his family's safety, his ties with his friends, or even the well-being of the people.

He lived his life like an ascetic, carrying the fate of everyone on his shoulders as he waded through the mire.

True freedom is neither about escaping nor about enduring hardship.

Zhang Taichu looked at Wang Ye, who was completely stunned, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

He extended his index finger again.

This time, there were no fancy moves or intimidating aura.

It was applied so gently to Wang Ye's forehead.

"Make some mental space."

"Isn't it heavy to carry so much trash?"

hum-

As the finger fell.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling light effects.

But Wang Ye felt as if the whole world had collapsed in that instant.

Followed by.

It was reassembled in an instant.

The once noisy training ground suddenly became quiet to his ears.

The sound of wind, breathing, heartbeat...

Everything became crystal clear.

The chaotic Qi within his body, which had been disrupted by the backlash from the chaotic metal, began to circulate on its own under the guidance of this finger, slowly flowing along his meridians.

It's like dredging a blocked river or clarifying murky pond water.

An unprecedented sense of clarity spread from the center of my forehead to my entire body.

The bloodshot in Wang Ye's eyes quickly faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment, followed by deep shock, and finally a clear and lucid gaze.

He remained frozen in that attacking stance.

And opposite him.

Zhang Taichu had already withdrawn his hand.

He glanced at Wang Ye, who was in a state of sudden enlightenment, pursed his lips, and wiped his fingers on his clothes with a look of disgust:

"What a hassle."

"I have to be a life coach while I'm fighting."

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked off the stage.

As he passed the referee, he didn't forget to give him a word of advice:

"Don't touch him."

"They're brainwashing me."

"If you ruin it while washing, I won't compensate you."

in the audience.

Everyone stared at this scene in utter bewilderment.

"What...what happened?"

"Acupressure?"

"Why isn't Wang Ye moving? Has he been knocked stupid?"

"What did Zhang Chu do? He just poked my forehead?"

Nobody knows what happened.

Only Zhuge Qing, sitting in a wheelchair, stared intently at the two on the stage, his fingers gripping the armrest so tightly that his nails broke off.

"This is……"

Zhuge Qing's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"Preaching?!"

"At a time like this... he's preaching to his opponent?!"