AgWorld Chapter 458 - 325: This Is Fist Intent
Chapter 458 - 325: This Is Fist Intent
Wu Chen opened his mouth and said:
"Let me go first."
With that, the other seven people looked at Wu Chen in astonishment, wondering how this guy could have such courage.
Even Wan Zonghua, the strongest among them, dared not step forward,
indicating how deep their fear of Wang Ye was.
Yet Wu Chen stood up without hesitation,
wasn’t he afraid that Wang Ye might accidentally lose control and blast him with one palm?
With the power Wang Ye displayed just now, they had no doubt that he could shatter a thick concrete wall with one strike.
Mind you, that was a sonic boom; even a fighter jet needs a lot of power to break through it, and it causes severe environmental damage, shattering glass in nearby cities severely. Although Wang Ye hadn’t completely shattered the glass of the training room just now, he left fine cracks on it. It’s worth noting that the glass used for construction by the association is the strongest frosted glass, not easily penetrated by hammers, yet Wang Ye merely relied on the sonic boom his arm caused to make these glass panes crack.
Such terrifying power, if it were to hit an ordinary person firmly, broken ribs would be a small matter, more likely the internal organs would be blasted instantly, causing immediate death.
The young people around nervously watched Wu Chen walk towards Wang Ye.
"Brother, you’ve got guts."
"I respect you as a true man."
When Wu Chen walked in front of Wang Ye,
Wang Ye patted him on the shoulder and asked:
"Wu Chen, right?"
"Yes." Wu Chen nodded. Though he appeared calm, the slight tremor in his body betrayed his inner thoughts. After all, facing Wang Ye, this beast, even the most resilient mind would feel some fear.
Wang Ye comforted him, "Don’t be afraid. I won’t use my full strength. This sparring session is just for you to experience the flow of Qi within me at the technique level. Cast aside distracting thoughts and seriously feel the power of Qi, this will help you quickly learn the true Tai Chi."
"Okay." Hearing this, Wu Chen’s inner tension eased slightly.
Seeing Wu Chen’s demeanor, Wang Ye’s eyes showed some approval.
He remembered when Wan Zonghua introduced the participants at the discussion meeting, he specially mentioned the young man named Wu Chen because Wu Chen was the most outstanding among Wan Zonghua’s three disciples.
It is said that Wu Chen, urged by his elders, started practicing Tai Chi from a young age, and it’s been over twenty years now. He has participated in more than a dozen competitions across the country over these years, always finishing with a ranking, the worst being third place. Even in the entire Shenzhen area, he is considered a genius. However, every young person present is actually a leader among their peers, and even the oldest, Wan Zonghua, was a genius among his peers when he was young. This is needless to say.
But what Wang Ye appreciates is Wu Chen’s character, not his talent.
After all, no matter how impressive the talent, it is no match for Wang Ye.
So what he values is something deeper.
The ability to face the pressure Wang Ye releases and proactively step forward for sparring is enough to demonstrate Wu Chen’s excellent psychological qualities.
Know that, just by quietly standing there, Wang Ye emits an invisible pressure similar to the oppression of a superior, staring at you and making you tremble. Those with slightly poorer psychological quality might not even have the courage to talk to him.
Yet Wu Chen can talk to him expressionlessly under pressure,
and from his speech, one can also see his understanding is higher than others.
Such psychological quality and understanding absolutely make him a good candidate.
After briefly explaining the sparring matters to Wu Chen,
Wang Ye set his stance, ready to spar with him.
The other seven people instinctively stepped back, leaving about ten meters of space, watching the two spar.
Their eyes were tightly fixed on Wang Ye, not daring to miss any details because they were already aware of Wang Ye’s strength. They knew any point Wang Ye casually mentioned could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, so every move and gesture remembered could bring them tremendous improvement.
If Wang Ye’s performance just now was testing inner power, then the sparring now tested his actual combat experience and understanding of martial arts movements.
Watching him perform solo might not teach much, but watching their sparring, observant people can learn some clever ideas and techniques.
"Then, let the sparring begin." As soon as the words fell, Wang Ye’s body suddenly thrust forward, arms extending, executing a vigorous Double Peak Piercing Ears move. It seemed awe-inspiring, but everyone around could see he didn’t use his full strength. Because the speed and power were that of a normal person’s level, just the movement technique was still flawless, beyond rebuke.
On the opposite side, Wu Chen’s gaze sharpened, executing a Flash Backstep, trying to overturn the attack.
He stood directly facing Wang Ye, observing every move Wang Ye made, naturally knowing Wang Ye didn’t exert full force in this move.
Moreover, he could see the power Wang Ye exerted with this move was almost identical to his limit, as if it was a move tailored for him.
And this matched his intentions; he wanted to test the gap between his technique and Wang Ye’s.
When power is evenly matched, technique becomes the most critical factor in deciding victory.
Wu Chen’s left arm darted out like lightning, aiming under Wang Ye’s armpit. The fingertips sliced through the air with a blade-drawing like whistling sound.