Chapter Ten: A Fist is the Best Logic

  At the moment when everyone was disdainful of Zhang Yi, Cao Hu's lightning-fast whip leg had already struck Zhang Yi's right shoulder. At this moment, it seemed that everyone heard the crisp sound of the whip and the scene where Zhang Yi was beaten miserably and flew out to hit the ground.

  Zhang Yi, calm as still water, had his pupils shrink in an instant, took a half-step to the side, and with his body slightly tilted, his hands accurately grabbed Cao Hu's ankle.

  One pull, one push.

  At the moment when Cao Hu's face changed greatly, his left foot stomped on the ground and jumped up, attempting to continue attacking Zhang Yi. A strange force suddenly transmitted from the sole of his foot, and the toe of his left foot almost touched Zhang Yi's nose as it swept past. At this time, his body was flying backward.

  "What?"

  The onlookers' eyes widened in shock, their gazes frozen as they stared at the scene before them, their faces filled with incredulous expressions.

  Zhang Yi wasn't kicked down?

  Was it Cao Hu who flew out?

  What kind of international joke is this? Is Cao Hu intentionally showing off his skills? Doesn't he really want to kick down Zhang Yi?

  Right!

  It must be so!

  Otherwise, Zhang Yi, who had been knocked down by Cao Hu more than a dozen times, should have been defeated by now.

  The crowd who had the same idea in their minds suddenly felt relieved and their faces returned to normal.

  Jiang Hongyan stared blankly at the scene in front of her, as if she didn't dare believe her own eyes.

  Tai Chi Push Hands?

  That's right!

  It's absolutely Tai Chi Push Hands!

  She had met the owner of the pavilion, Tie Xingzhou, and when she competed with that old man, he used this Taiji push hand to defeat him easily.

  Her judgment on the martial arts moves was extremely accurate. Cao Hu's kick just now, whether in terms of strength or speed, was very good. If it had hit Zhang Yi's right shoulder, although it wouldn't have broken his shoulder bone, it would have kicked him flying and brought him considerable pain.

  How did he manage to do it?

  Could he really practice Tai Chi?

  Cao Hu was knocked back by the massive counter-shock, stumbling backwards four or five steps before barely managing to steady himself. His eyes were filled with a hint of shock as he shook his head vigorously and looked at Zhang Yi again, saying in his thick voice: "This is weird, really freaking weird. You little... no, that's not right."

  Zhang Yi, who had successfully counterattacked, was filled with excitement at this moment. Facing Cao Hu's questioning, a few smiles appeared on his swollen face.

  Calm and composed.

  Zhang Yi beckoned to Cao Hu with a hook of his finger, "Come on, continue!"

  "Hmph... you little stinker, what happened just now was just a coincidence. I let my guard down and that's how you managed to get the better of me. This time, you'd better be careful, or I'll beat you into a pulp." Cao Hu licked his lower lip, and Lan Hua Zhi once again picked up her fingers, stroking her smooth bald head with a soft yet determined tone.

  Steady footsteps, lithe figure, Cao Hu, who majored in Dahongquan, did not use his legs to attack this time, but instead used his massive fists, as big as a sand pot, to strike towards Zhang Yi's face.

  Zhang Yi's face was calm and serene, carefully recalling the key points taught by his master Mo Wenhua: fists like shooting stars, eyes like lightning, waist like a snake, feet like drills.

  Although the movement seemed slow, it was actually smooth and swift like flowing clouds and water. At the moment when Cao Hu's fist was only a few inches away from Zhang Yi's nose bridge, Zhang Yi's fingers had already pinched Cao Hu's wrist.

  Twist, turn, pull, push.

  Zhang Yi's feet were like roots that had grown deep into the earth, his footsteps changing unpredictably as he transmitted power through his movements. In an instant, Cao Hu felt his body lose control, and with a force like a mountain collapsing into the sea, he was sent flying backward.

  Bang...

  His powerful body crashed heavily to the ground, and even though Cao Hu practiced martial arts for many years, his physique was exceptionally robust, but he was still shaken by this blow, feeling as if his body had been dislocated.

  The entire training room had fallen into a dead silence at this moment.

  Everyone's expression was exceptionally brilliant. The initial disdain and ridicule on their faces had disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep shock.

  Even so.

  Several coaches who have known Cao Hu's strength for many years and have been in the martial arts world for many years, raised their hands to rub their eyes hard, fearing that they had seen wrongly.

  Am I dreaming?

  A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a delicate appearance turned around and slapped the bald young man's forehead with a loud slap.

  "Bang..."

  A crisp sound awakened all the stunned members.

  "My god! How does it feel like I'm dreaming? The guy who was beaten up with a swollen face and nose, actually... actually made a successful comeback? Actually... knocked down Coach Cao Hu?"

  "Is this for real? Are they acting or something? I've seen Coach Cao take down four or five of those little thugs at once, how could he...how could he lose?"

  "Oh God! Is this guy possessed by the god of war or something? What is he using? The Tai Chi moves from TV dramas! Can Tai Chi moves really be used in actual combat?"

  "He won't be a tiger pretending to be a pig, will he? Come on, let's go to the kick-off!"

  "Is this the rhythm of defying the heavens?"

  “……”

  As the crowd's murmurs grew, Zhang Yi furrowed his brow and sat down cross-legged, with scenes of practicing Taiji Push Hands with Master Mo Wenfeng emerging in his mind, along with Master Mo Wenfeng's words:

  "In nature, the sun and moon move in cycles, stars revolve around each other, all following circular orbits; water droplets flow into pearls, stones grind into egg shapes, rocks roll down with water flowing, all conforming to the law of circles; even the soaring and leaping of birds leave behind curved trajectories..."

  Zhang Yi's eyes sparkled with colorful lights.

  He recalled the battle just now: The field of view can be rounded, following the trajectory, capturing the first opportunity, the enemy moves and I move, controlling the enemy under my eyes.

  "Yes, circular movement is the essence of all movements, and Taiji's quintessence is also the grand ultimate way. Previously, I didn't realize that Taiji can be used in actual combat, and as long as its quintessence is brought out, it has the effect of defeating the enemy and winning."

  His face was blue and swollen, but the brilliant smile on his face looked a bit strange. Zhang Yi, however, didn't care at all. He jumped up and said sincerely to Cao Hu: "Brother Cao Hu, thank you for your guidance. I think I've understood some things. Although if we were to fight for real, I wouldn't be able to win against you, but I believe that in the future, I'll have enough strength to protect myself."

  Cao Hu had already gotten up from the ground, facing Zhang Yi's grateful words, he hadn't spoken yet when Jiang Hongyan stepped forward to stand in front of Zhang Yi. The shock in her heart was suppressed, and her gaze wandered over Zhang Yi a few times before she asked: "Do you practice Tai Chi?"

  Zhang Yi nodded and said: "Will."

  Jiang Hongyan asked: "How long have you practiced?"

  Zhang Yi said: "I've been practicing with my master since I was a child, but I've never used it in actual combat."

  Jiang Hongyan nodded and said: "Let's have a fight."

  Zhang Yi was shocked, and the scene of Jiang Hongyan defeating Cao Hu's four men involuntarily emerged in his mind. He shook his head and said, "No way, no way, I'm not a match for you, we're not even on the same level."

  "Cut the crap!"

  Jiang Hongyan's voice fell, and she had already kicked out with one foot towards Zhang Yi.

  "Ah..."

  In the Hongqiang Martial Arts Hall, a heart-wrenching scream was heard, and this scream lasted for nearly an hour before it stopped.

  When Zhang Yi took the ice pack wrapped in a towel and applied it to his bruised face, he left the Hongqiang Martial Arts Hall with a somewhat shaky gait.

  However!

  After being defeated by Cao Hu and Jiang Hongyan for so long, his skill of applying Tai Chi to actual combat has improved dramatically.

  "Ow... it hurts, it really hurts. Now I understand why everyone in the martial arts hall is so afraid of Jiang Hongyan. This woman is simply a human-shaped female violent dragon, wasting that devil-like figure and angel-like face." Zhang Yi muttered to himself as he walked out.

  A gentle breeze blows.

  The only exit of the Hongqiang Martial Arts Hall, Qin Dabiao and his four dog legs were squatting under a tree smoking cigarettes, with an impatient look on their faces discussing.

  "Brother Biao, you said that Jiang Hongyan, the female tyrant, has been keeping that little brat in the martial arts hall for so long, how come he still hasn't come out? Is she indulging him inside?" The yellow-haired youth asked with a lewd smile on his face.

  "Huang Mao, just relying on that little guy's small body, can withstand the female violent dragon for so long? It's simply nonsense. If I had to say, probably only Biao Ge, this is the purest of men, can satisfy that female violent dragon." Another young man said, while also giving Qin Da Biao a moderate-sized flattery.

  Qin Dabiao chuckled and said, "That's right, don't look at my fat body, but I have strong endurance, big things are enough, conquering Jiang Hongyan that female violent dragon is naturally an easy task."

  "Yes! Brother Biao is mighty and domineering!"

  "Dragon among men..."

  Four yellow-haired men flattered with their mouths, but constantly rolled their eyes in disdain.

  They have all seen Qin Da Biao and the woman handling affairs, although describing his endurance as "seconds" is a bit excessive, but it's not that strong either. As for saying that the thing is big enough? In their hearts, they couldn't help but mock: Is three inches really that big?

  Suddenly.

  Huang Mao's face changed and he lowered his voice, saying: "Biao Ge, that little brat has come out."

  Qin Dabiao and several others followed Huang Mao's line of sight and looked towards the inside of the martial arts hall.

  "Wait and listen to my orders, if today I don't beat that little brat until his own mother can't recognize him, then I'm not surnamed Qin." Qin Dabiao crushed the cigarette butt on the ground and stood up, using his foot to heavily trample it out.

  "I understand!"

  One minute later, Zhang Yi, who slowly walked to the exit, was quickly surrounded by Qin Dabiao and his five men.

  "Hey, you little scoundrel, how did you get beaten up like this? Tsk tsk tsk... You're almost turning into a pig's head. I say, isn't Jiang Hongyan that shrew quite familiar with you? How did she beat you up so badly? Could it be that you were born to be beaten?" Qin Dabiao sneered sarcastically at Zhang Yi's appearance.

  Zhang Yi's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he said angrily: "What are you trying to do? Is that all?"

  Qin Dabiao clenched his fist with a "crack", his face twisted in a fierce scowl, and glared at Zhang Yi, saying: "What do you want to do? Of course, I want to beat you up. Although you've been beaten into this state, it wasn't my doing, so I'm not satisfied! So, today you'll experience the second round of physical pain."

  In Qin Dabiao's eyes, Zhang Yi was just a chicken with no strength to bind, a fish or sheep that could be slaughtered on the chopping board at will.

  "Beat him, break one of his legs, and make him understand: fists are the real hard truth."