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With a slight retraction of its tail, the Scorpion Master launched itself like a bullet from a gun, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and flashing with a dark, cold light, swiftly piercing Van Ken's throat!

Fast, ruthless, and accurate!

Van Kent's Tai Chi intention flows naturally through his mind.

Faced with the scorpion's lightning-fast attack, he slightly lowered his body and made circular motions with his hands. The movements seemed slow and gentle, but they were precisely what met the scorpion's fierce offensive.

"Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!"

As the scorpion's pincers attacked, his arm slid along the pincers like a fish, gently guiding the scorpion, causing it to feel its force shift and its center of gravity slightly off.

laugh!

The deadly scorpion sting landed.

Van Can seemed to have anticipated this. His other hand was already waiting in front of his throat, with his fingers slightly spread and his palm hollow. He met the scorpion's tail with an extremely smooth arc, as if caressing a stream of water.

The lightning-fast strike was deflected just as perfectly by his seemingly slow palm strike.

With clear eyes, Van Can had just witnessed the various moves and essence of the tail-needle technique when Master Scorpion made his move, and these had already surfaced in his mind.

Master Poison Scorpion's eyes showed surprise.

When her first attack missed, she immediately changed tactics, retracting her scorpion tail and instantly striking out several more times from different angles, like a sudden storm, with specks of dark, cold light enveloping Van Ken's entire body.

But Van Can's footwork was rounded, and his hands were always drawing arcs, sometimes embracing, sometimes stroking, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pressing.

His movements remained slow, even giving the impression of being leisurely and methodical.

Each time he made a move, he precisely intercepted the scorpion's path, either by lightly brushing it or by sticking to it. He always managed to use slowness to defeat speed, neutralizing the fatal attack at the last second and launching a counterattack against the Poison Scorpion Master.

Fast and slow create a wonderful contrast at this moment.

The scorpion's stinger was so fast it was just a blur, while Van Can's Tai Chi was so slow it was clearly visible.

But it is precisely this slowness that allows it to always arrive before it is even close to being there.

"This is……"

Master Scorpion grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, a long-forgotten name surfacing in his mind: "The Turtle's Tai Chi?!"

Van Can responded calmly, saying indifferently.

"good.

"It seems you recognize this; it's the secret technique left behind by the tortoise before it ascended to immortality."

"Damn turtle!"

The hatred in Master Poison's eyes intensified, and his attack became even more ferocious, his scorpion tail creating a dark, shadowy screen of light.

"Legend has it that you were from out of town, and the tortoise died not long after you became the Dragon Warrior. How did you manage to inherit his true teachings?!"

"Tai Chi emphasizes the intention, not the moves."

Van Can smiled coldly, dodging a vicious pincer attack. "Since you've witnessed Tai Chi, how come you didn't see that?"

Master Poison Scorpion was furious.

"What good is it if you learn the tortoise's Tai Chi?" she said sharply, her scorpion tail striking again like a venomous dragon.

"What makes the tortoise so powerful is its centuries-old energy."

If I could live as long as that old tortoise, possessing such vast and profound energy… my tailbone wouldn't have lost to his back then!

"And although he had the upper hand back then, I also had a chance to win!"

If I had just stabbed him once, he would have lost, but he managed to block it with his tough shell... Otherwise, he would have lost too!

Hmph, Dragon Warrior, you don't seem to have a hard shell like a turtle, do you?

I won't fall in the same place twice!

Mentioning the painful defeat of that year—being forced to flee the Valley of Peace and hiding here for decades—Master Poison Scorpion felt as if his sore spot had been exposed!

The attacks grew increasingly fierce, with the scorpion's tail and pincers working in perfect coordination, the offensive like a storm that completely enveloped Van Ken. Each strike contained decades of resentment and skill.

"Losers always find many excuses for themselves."

Van Cane brought out the fluid and graceful nature of Tai Chi to its fullest extent, maneuvering and shifting within a small space, his hands seemingly sealing off danger, always managing to turn the tide at the last minute.

The two figures clashed, their energy surging, and for the time being, they were evenly matched, each holding their own.

The Scorpion Master was completely helpless against Van Can.

As the fight went on, Master Poison Scorpion's uneasy feeling grew stronger and stronger.

"No, that's not right!" She stared intently at Van Ken. "It's not just Tai Chi, how... how do you seem to know my moves?!"

She discovered that Van Can's attack patterns were almost like prophetic!

Often, just as she begins to move her scorpion tail, Van Cane's seemingly slow defensive moves are already waiting there.

As a result, her fast attacks were like deliberately running into her opponent's punches and kicks, a feeling so frustrating it was infuriating!

Van Can was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were bright, and he deliberately chuckled.

"Your tail needle, isn't it just a few tricks you use over and over again?"

It's fast but lacks variety; what's so special about it? It can't compare to the profound and extensive Tai Chi Chuan, the masterpiece of Master Oogway.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Master Poison Scorpion was indeed thoroughly enraged. "My tail needle is absolutely a top-notch martial art, no less than the old tortoise's Tai Chi!"

You're asking for it!

Vancan had long discovered that this old poisoner, who had been trapped in the valley and lived alone for decades, was in an extremely unstable mental state and was unusually sensitive to the name of the turtle and anything related to it, and would explode at the slightest touch.

How could a person not develop mental problems after living alone for decades?

In fact, the Scorpion Master's stinger is incredibly powerful, far from the simple technique that Van Can claims it to be.

If he hadn't possessed the ability to replicate, and hadn't obtained all the moves and essence of this deadly skill at the beginning of the fight, he would never have been able to fight so calmly and evenly with his Tai Chi alone.

"The most dangerous thing about this tricky martial art technique, the Tail Needle, is for the opponent to figure out its secrets."

Master Poison Scorpion was greatly enraged. Although his attacks became more brutal and fierce, and their power seemed to have increased, his agitated state made them less cunning and swift.

A glint of light flashed in Van Can's eyes; his opportunity had arrived!

Just as the Scorpion Master's powerful scorpion pincers sweep was neutralized by Van Can's seemingly impenetrable defense, the scorpion's tail swiftly stabbed upwards into Van Can's lower abdomen.

Van Kent used Tai Chi Cloud Hands to deflect the attack, and a furry monkey tail behind him seemed to come alive at that moment, like a mirror image of the scorpion tail of the Poison Scorpion Master!

"call out!"

With a speed no less than that of a scorpion's tail, the monkey's tail suddenly sprang up, precisely passing through the gaps in the scorpion's attack, carrying a condensed energy, and struck the scorpion master's chest like lightning!

That was too fast, too tricky, and too unexpected!

Enraged, Master Scorpion was determined to defeat Van Can and make him beg for mercy. All his attention was focused on Van Can's hands and movements.

No one expected that Van Can's tail would suddenly unleash such a familiar yet deadly move!

"What?!"

Her pupils contracted sharply as she tried to dodge or block, but it was too late.

Bang!

A muffled thud.