Chapter Sixteen: The Semifinals

  Yang Tong's consumption was also considerable, after all Yang Tong was not an iron man and knew fatigue.

  Feng Xiaobo came over excitedly, handed over the water bottle and a cool towel, and said: "Yang Tong, you're really awesome, actually breaking into the top four."

  "It wasn't easy for me to win." Yang Tong sighed. This trial made Yang Tong somewhat understand how he should improve his cultivation. Tai Chi Fist seems slow, but in fact, its key lies in the explosive speed of its movements: warding off, rolling back, squeezing, pressing, grasping, splitting, elbowing, leaning, advancing, retreating, looking around, and stabilizing. Basically, all of these require extreme speed to be executed, and Tai Chi Fist's counterattack is extremely fast, but most people are confused by its movements and think it's slow.

  At the same time, Yang Tong also understood the wonders of "rhythm". The reason why Tai Chi is "slow and slow" is actually in the two words "rhythm", it needs to control the opponent within its own rhythm, and then manipulate them at will. The rhythm seems slow, the force seems fast, and between fast and slow, there are infinite subtleties.

  Yang Tong rested and recovered on one hand, while thinking on the other. He even handed over the task of observing the strengths and weaknesses of their next opponent to Feng Xiaobo.

  Yang Tong entered the top four, and all the classmates in Class 5 were very proud. Almost everyone who knew him came over to greet Yang Tong, either cheering him on or expressing their admiration.

  Yang Tong was very skilled at dealing with this, all of which were tactics honed from selling on the streets before. It's mainly a matter of mentality.

  Time flies to noon, after lunch, the semifinals will be held in the afternoon.

  "Yang Tong, your next opponent is Xiao Jian, and the other semifinal match is Di Xuan Luo against Zheng Mei Mei." Feng Xiaobo said with a flying eyebrow and a smile, "How about it? Didn't expect this result?"

  Yang Tong and Feng Xiaobo have been classmates for many years, so he naturally understood what Feng Xiaobo meant. He smiled slightly and replied: "Indeed, I didn't expect that Zheng Meimei would be so formidable."

  "The light is that tonnage, go to that place and stand still, that's invincible! I went to see the match between Niu Yue and Zheng Mei Mei, mainly because Zheng Mei Mei's defense was too strong. With a full-strength punch, it had no effect at all. In the end, Niu Yue collapsed from exhaustion." Feng Xiao Bo let out a sigh of relief, with a hint of schadenfreude.

  "What about Xiao Jian?" Yang Tong was still more concerned about his next opponent, as for who was stronger between Di Xuan Luo and Zheng Mei Mei, it would have to wait until he won the next match.

  "Xiao Jian is not as perverted as Di Xuan Luo and Zheng Mei Mei, but his imitation and learning ability are extremely strong. His opponent's moves can be mastered after just one look, and his opponents often get confused by their own ultimate moves before failing." Feng Xiao Bo said with a hint of frustration and admiration, "What is called talent? This is what it means to have talent, being able to learn any martial art in an instant."

  Yang Tong shook his head, this is simply a waste of talent, jack-of-all-trades and master of none. After all, human wisdom may be infinite, but life is limited.

  "All contestants, please take your positions. The semifinals of the overall competition will officially begin in ten minutes. Arena 1 is Xiao Jian vs Yang Tong, and Arena 2 is Di Xuan Luo vs Zheng Mei Mei. The winners between them will enter the final round to compete for first place." Principal Long announced loudly, then handed over the specific hosting work to others.

  Yang Tong had fully recovered after a noon break.

  Ten minutes later, the host announced: "Please let the contestants come on stage."

  Yang Tong and Xiao Jian almost simultaneously jumped onto the stage, both of them exchanged a glance, and saw a hint of excitement in each other's eyes. Even Yang Tong's calm nature couldn't help but feel a little excited, because he was only two steps away from becoming the champion, after which he would receive the championship reward and be able to repair his Copper Coin treasure, granting him the legendary privilege of being a traverser!

  Tai Chi is also one of the privileges of a time traveler, but compared to that mysterious copper coin, it seems somewhat insignificant.

  It is undeniable that Tai Chi, one of the essences of Taoist culture, is indeed mysterious and unparalleled. However, in this high-martial world, the power it exhibits is not strong. After all, Tai Chi is just a health-cultivating technique, and other combat and fighting techniques are just add-ons to the fist method itself. Moreover, Yang Tong does not think that Tai Chi can have such an effect on the barbaric beasts outside the city.

  Yang Tong's thinking was clear, this world had its own unique external technological system and individual evolution system. Many of them were far more advanced than those on Earth, after all, the Huaxia nation on Earth, no matter how excellent it was, had only developed for a short 5,000 years, while the development time here was calculated in tens of millions of years. Yang Tong's soul was a pure Huaxia person, he absolutely believed that giving the Huaxia nation tens of millions of years to develop would likely surpass the achievements of this world. After all, the internal and external combination path of Huaxia itself had not gone wrong, otherwise it would not have been able to develop for 5,000 years without any historical discontinuity.

  Yang Tong has come to this new world and must integrate into the system of this world. The Chinese nation and the culture of this world can learn from each other, and perhaps they can find their own way, but it's not certain.

  Haven't you ever seen a pig run even if you haven't eaten pork?

  Although Yang Tong did not know what kind of mysterious treasure the copper coin in the sea of knowledge was, nor did he even know its function, this did not hinder Yang Tong's pursuit of repairing the treasure. Maybe it was a treasure like the immortal family's magic weapon in ancient Chinese mythology?

  For the semi-finals, Yang Tong was extremely serious and would not hesitate to expose all his strength when necessary. Although it seemed like Yang Tong had been struggling a lot earlier, in fact he hadn't used his full strength yet. With 450 kilograms of power and an overall improvement in his state, Yang Tong had already reached the level of a fourth-grade apprentice martial artist at this moment.

  Briefly opening the purple copper coin, it only took a few days to upgrade to level one. It was because of this fact that Yang Tong became so particular about the championship throne or the championship reward.

  "It can begin." The referee stood in the center of the ring and announced.

  Yang Tong and Xiao Jian saluted each other with a fist and a bow, and took their positions.

  Yang Tong launched his first active attack, with the Wind Wolf Fist striking out. The fist wind was swift and fierce, with a killing power that shook the air with its speed.

  Xiao Jian was not to be outdone, and he charged forward with a fierce determination, the two of them clashing violently together.

  Feng Xiaobo watched the intense fight on stage and muttered to himself, "That's strange, why did Yang Tong launch a fierce attack as soon as he came up? Could it be that he doesn't want others to learn Tai Chi?"

  On another arena, Di Xuánluó and Zheng Měiměi's trial also unfolded.

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