lpffa Chapter 459 - 325: This Is Fist Intent (2)
Chapter 459 - 325: This Is Fist Intent (2)
It must be acknowledged that his physique has undergone twenty years of targeted training, so the speed of this move is entirely on par with a professional-level fighter’s jab, whether in penetration or stealth, it’s exceedingly strong, just like a mantis concealed in the grass. If an ordinary person were struck by this move, they’d likely be knocked down instantly, with no ability to defend.
And Wang Ye’s Double Peak Piercing Ears happens to be in a wide-open stance. If one is not prepared in advance, it’s very easy to be knocked down by this move.
But at this critical moment, Wang Ye’s right elbow suddenly pressed downward, colliding with Wu Chen’s outstretched left arm, simultaneously halting the advancement of the "jab".
Bam!!!
The collision of fingertips and elbow emitted an alarming dull sound.
Forced Wu Chen back a step, while Wang Ye remained entirely unmoved.
Wu Chen’s expression changed,
This move is indeed his most proficient.
To be so easily defeated in a confrontation of equal strength?
Although one’s explosive power doesn’t change significantly in a short time,
Skill level directly impacts the exertion of explosive power. Using a proficient technique versus an unfamiliar one results in explosive power that’s as different as day and night, completely incomparable.
Just saying so is a bit abstract, let’s give an example: many people often find in work or life that those who frequently do farm work, though physically frail, can reap wheat several times faster than others. This is because years of farm experience enhance their muscle fiber neural recruitment ability for this activity. They may remain weak and unable to lift a heavy water jar daily, but hold the familiar sickle, and their strength returns to its peak.
This is where habit has formed neural pathways in the brain, reducing the energy consumption of this move, increasing the number and cross-sectional area of recruitable muscle fibers. Though it seems mystical, there’s a scientific principle behind it.
And Wu Chen is particularly adept at one move, frequently training in it, causing its explosive power to be stronger than other techniques, even several times stronger in extreme cases, showcasing the wonder of neural recruitment ability. Thus, in some novel stories, an Immortal Emperor reincarnates into a weakling’s body, yet fights ten with a weakling’s frail body—science can explain this plotline.
However... Wu Chen’s most adept move was lightly countered by Wang Ye,
Moreover, he felt Wang Ye’s used strength was still equal to his.
This meant on technique level, he was completely outmatched.
Wu Chen clenched his teeth, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance, swiftly retracting the forward-probing left arm, stepping up to intercept with his hand, then stepping into a bow stance, his right fist striking forcefully, performing a spinning Ban Lan Chui, an incredibly fierce move, one of the most ferocious in the Twenty-Four Forms of Tai Chi, comparable to the Half-Step Shattering Fist in Xingyi Boxing. When Wang Ye’s physique wasn’t yet so robust, he used this Ban Lan Chui to block a full-speed charging wild boar, illustrating the move’s amazing explosive power.
Seeing the Ban Lan Chui heading for his face, Wang Ye merely slowly deployed Tai Chi Cloud Hand, deflecting the strike. But Wu Chen’s move was extraordinarily fierce with bow stance support, not something easily deflected by Cloud Hand, requiring dodging actions to receive the move. Observers around furrowed their brows, believing Wang Ye would lose this round, even Wu Chen, mid-punch, believed he might win.
Yet, at the moment of arm contact with Wang Ye’s arm,
he sensed a vigorous Qi, akin to electric shock, instantly climbing onto his body.
Hissing!!!
His sleeve seemed to fill with a gust of wind, swelling from bottom to top. In half a second, his entire right side’s clothing inflated, nearly exploding on the spot.
Fortunately, his practice garment’s silk fabric quality was decent, not bursting immediately, merely emitting a snap before gradually settling down.
Promptly, Wu Chen felt his right arm’s meridians sealed, completely numbed, as if the whole arm had been pounded by a hammer. His vision blurred momentarily, hurriedly retreating several steps.
"What...what technique is this?!"
"Don’t speak, just feel." Wang Ye continued to hold his arm with the Cloud Hand, continuously outputting Primordial Qi, though the follow-up output of Primordial Qi was no longer as fierce as initially.
Upon hearing, Wu Chen adjusted his breathing, starting to sense the Qi Sensitivity emerging in his arm.
Qi Sensitivity wasn’t unfamiliar to him, after all, having practiced Tai Chi for so many years, even the dullest person could feel Qi Sensitivity occasionally, let alone a genius like Wu Chen. But the Qi Sensitivity output from Wang Ye allowed him a freshness as never before, akin to switching from a black-and-white TV to a 4k ultra-HD resolution 120hz large-screen TV. The vivid Qi Sensitivity, under Wang Ye’s control, entered his meridians, precisely stimulating certain points, creating special sensations in his body.
Experiencing this unprecedented feeling, Wu Chen joyfully yet carefully savored the sensation of Qi Sensitivity flowing through his meridians, attempting to memorize the feeling.
He could sense the steady strength transmitted from Wang Ye’s hand. Wu Chen marveling at Wang Ye’s ability to control strength, while perceiving his internal Primordial Qi’s flow.
In combat, to still make adjustments to strength with such precision—
Exerting full force is simple, but controlling strength and maintaining it stably is exceedingly difficult, akin to bench press, wherein going slow for control is often most challenging.
However,
At the same time,
the seven spectators were completely stunned.
What just happened? In an ordinary exchange, Wu Chen’s right side clothing nearly exploded—was this some martial arts fantasy comic? Exploding clothing at the slightest disagreement?
Yet, post-move, the two were stationary,
contesting or exchanging glances?
This was excessively surreal!
Among them, Wan Zonghua, with the deepest experience, noticed some clues,
with his Primordial Qi sensitivity, vaguely sensing an awe-inspiring force rapidly flowing between their arms, washing through Wu Chen’s meridians.
"So this...Wang Ye is helping Wu Chen comprehend Qi Sensitivity!" Wan Zonghua’s eyes brightened, finally understanding the sparring arrangement’s purpose,
for only an immediate hand-to-hand spar could allow them to personally experience the elusive Primordial Qi’s flow, instead of mere postures, without touching the true essence of Tai Chi.
About half a minute passed, Wang Ye released his hand, Wu Chen stepped back several paces, eyes still savoring, placed a closing stance, remarkably with added flowing Primordial Qi, no longer stagnant.
Seeing Wu Chen’s transformation, Wang Ye was slightly startled,
initially expecting Wu Chen would need at least half a day to vaguely comprehend,
not anticipating just half a minute to grasp the knack of maneuvering Primordial Qi.
"This kid’s talent... indeed not bad."
Until now, Wang Ye’s stats only showed two attributes: physique and Divine. Physique being the bodily strength, no need to elaborate.
And Divine, by Wang Ye’s guess, most likely symbolizes one’s insight and awareness, or mental quality, determining his Innate Skill efficiency, given activating Primordial Qi depends on Divine symbolism, if comparing Primordial Qi to a car, Divine is the horse pulling the cart.
As for Wu Chen in front, Wang Ye estimated his Divine Attribute is at least twice that of a normal person, thus making his Primordial Qi talent also double.