Of course, Chen Shaowen, who was fighting Lin Kuang, also noticed his opponent’s bizarre version of Tai Chi. He found it rather amusing, a look of thick scorn spreading across his face. He had practiced since childhood to attain his current achievements, yet Lin Kuang thought he could grasp the essence of Tai Chi after just a brief skirmish? What a fool’s dream.

With that thought, Chen Shaowen struck out again. He simply didn’t believe Lin Kuang’s bizarre Tai Chi could possess any real power. If it could, it would be absolutely staggering.

Seeing Chen Shaowen make his move, Lin Kuang felt a hint of excitement. He didn’t care about others’ opinions; as long as he could learn the skill and use it, that was all that mattered. Thinking this, Lin Kuang also made his move, his opening stance still that of the bizarre Tai Chi as the two clashed once more.

This single exchange astounded everyone present, including Chen Zhongrui, a lifelong practitioner of Tai Chi. Honestly, he had never imagined that Lin Kuang’s bizarre version could exert any power at all.

But the reality was staggering. Not only did Lin Kuang’s bizarre Tai Chi have power, but what truly horrified Chen Zhongrui was that it was even more formidable than Chen Shaowen’s. The moment they engaged, Lin Kuang had already suppressed him!

Yang Wucheng was also stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected Lin Kuang to actually pull it off, and so impressively at that. This… this was simply monstrous, shocking beyond belief.

Chen Shaowen was stupefied as well. He had never taken Lin Kuang’s bizarre Tai Chi seriously, yet it was now crushing him ruthlessly. This was undeniably a blatant slap in the face. In an instant, his expression turned incredibly ugly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He couldn’t accept it. He had practiced for so long to only just begin grasping the essence of Tai Chi, yet Lin Kuang had seemingly understood it in mere moments. This was completely unacceptable to him.

Meanwhile, Lin Kuang’s fighting spirit soared. The power unleashed by this bizarre Tai Chi surpassed even his own expectations. He became more and more adept, effortlessly employing a variety of messy-looking moves that possessed incredible power.

The longer they fought, the more frustrated Chen Shaowen became. Under Lin Kuang’s assault, he had no strength to counterattack and was completely suppressed. The feeling was excruciating. The fact that Lin Kuang was using a bizarre form of Tai Chi left Chen Shaowen feeling utterly humiliated.

Lin Kuang couldn’t have cared less about his opponent’s dignity. He grew happier as he fought, his movements becoming more and more fluid. It felt as if he had created something entirely new, filling him with a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, the smile vanished from Chen Zhongrui’s face. His expression darkened slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He had to admit that Lin Kuang was simply a monster. Mastering the essence of Tai Chi in such a short time… Such a person cannot be allowed to live!

Moreover, Tai Chi was the Chen Family’s art. If word of this got out—that this new, bizarre form of Tai Chi was even more formidable than the original—what would become of the Chen Family? At this thought, killing intent toward Lin Kuang rose in Chen Zhongrui’s heart, though it vanished as quickly as it appeared, never showing on his face.

However, Chen Zhongrui underestimated Lin Kuang’s Perception. Lin Kuang was no ordinary expert; he had fought his way to his current level of strength one step at a time. Because of this, his senses were incredibly acute, especially his perception of killing intent, which far surpassed that of ordinary people. Although Chen Zhongrui’s killing intent was fleeting, Lin Kuang still perceived it, clear as day.

Feeling this murderous intent, Lin Kuang felt a pang of unease. He had merely suppressed the man’s son and learned Tai Chi by observation, yet this man wanted to kill him for it? That was hard to accept. Seeing the fury on Chen Shaowen’s face, who looked as if he also wanted to kill him, a hint of coldness surfaced in Lin Kuang’s heart.

Since that’s how it is, I’ll start by teaching your son a lesson!

With that thought, Lin Kuang stopped using the bizarre Tai Chi. His style transformed, his movements becoming broad, powerful, and utterly ferocious once more. With his strength, he could defeat Chen Shaowen directly even without that peculiar Tai Chi.

Seeing Lin Kuang abandon the bizarre style, Chen Shaowen thought his opportunity had arrived. He lunged forward again, attempting to overpower Lin Kuang. But how could he have known that Lin Kuang had just been toying with him before? Now, he was finally getting serious.

Lin Kuang’s punches grew fiercer with each blow. His forceful and dominant fists rained down, rendering Chen Shaowen’s Tai Chi force utterly useless. He was completely unable to withstand Lin Kuang’s domineering assault.

Chen Shaowen was dumbfounded. Just moments ago, he had been the one suppressing Lin Kuang, so how had his opponent suddenly become so fierce? His Tai Chi force was completely ineffective against him!

In truth, Chen Shaowen had forgotten a crucial principle. While Tai Chi’s techniques are important, their effectiveness depends on the user’s strength, and his was simply insufficient. Moreover, as the sayings go, brute force can overcome any skill; one powerful strike can shatter a thousand techniques! No matter how exquisite or fancy your moves are, I can break them with a single punch. This was exactly what Lin Kuang was now demonstrating.

At this point, Chen Shaowen was completely overwhelmed. He retreated continuously, able only to parry, with no strength left to counterattack. His body kept spinning or stumbling backward, stuck in a desperate defense against Lin Kuang.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang sneered. They had fought for long enough; it was about time to end this. There was no point in dragging it out. With that thought, his speed suddenly surged, and the force behind his fists intensified.

As Lin Kuang’s punch smashed toward him, Chen Shaowen instinctively tried to use the redirecting force of Tai Chi to guide it away. But Lin Kuang’s power was too immense; he simply couldn’t divert it. It was as impossible as trying to stop a plummeting airplane with a personal parachute.

Although Lin Kuang’s punch wasn’t fully redirected, its trajectory was slightly affected. Still, the ferocious blow caused Chen Shaowen to stagger, nearly collapsing to the ground. At that exact moment, Lin Kuang moved again. He spun, suddenly appearing behind Chen Shaowen, and struck out with his palm.

BANG!

The palm strike landed squarely on Chen Shaowen’s back.

He was sent flying, his face flushing crimson as he fought to hold back a mouthful of blood. Even so, Chen Shaowen cut a pathetic figure. He landed on his knees with his butt stuck in the air and his head buried in the lawn—a textbook “Wild Goose Lands Face First” pose.

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