My Disciple Isn't a Genius, He's a Heavenly Prodigy!

"Do you need a weapon?"

"No."

The two shook their heads simultaneously, and the referee raised his left hand.

"The match begins!"

In an instant, he flickered to the edge of the ring, ceding the entire stage to Li Changqing and Jiang He.

"Junior student Li, I'll call you that," Jiang He said, raising both hands. His Qi and Blood were gathered at his core, and his strength flowed.

"Don't be so formal."

As he spoke, Jiang He adopted a fighting stance. His body swayed slightly with his steps, one fist held before his head, the other reaching down.

Li Changqing also adopted a fighting stance, but it wasn't his usual Tai Chi posture that reached the state of Heaven-Man Resonance.

His legs were positioned one in front of the other, his lower body rooted in a horse stance. He used his waist and abdomen to generate power, as if standing on a galloping steed. His hands carved arcs, his movements precise but lacking natural variation.

This was the most basic Chengtian Tai Chi Fist, taught to him by Kang Tianchen.

At the same time, he completely contained his internal Qi and Blood, not using a single bit of it, relying entirely on his muscles and fascia to control his strength.

For lower-rank martial artists, whose bodies were still flesh and blood, not using Qi and Blood was like driving a car without fuel or rowing a boat without oars.

"Junior student, be careful!"

Jiang He called out loudly. The next moment, he took a small step forward with his left foot, his rear foot following closely. As his hips and waist generated power, his left leg rapidly lifted, and his right foot landed precisely where his left foot had been.

The power chain started from the ground up, a textbook example.

A step-in side kick!

A seemingly ordinary move hid a deadly killing blow.

Li Changqing crossed his hands, his left and right hands alternating yin and yang. His Qi and Blood were contained within his dantian, not leaking out at all.

Bang!

The yin and yang forces exchanged, effortlessly neutralizing Jiang He's attack.

At this moment, Li Changqing had not only forcibly removed himself from the Heaven-Man Resonance state he had been maintaining but also refrained from using the Flowing Water True Meaning or his hard and soft energies.

He was employing the pure Chengtian Tai Chi Fist taught to him by Kang Tianchen.

He knew from Huang Xuan that this Chengtian Tai Chi Fist was compiled and simplified by Kang Tianchen himself, the culmination of his coach's proudest efforts.

Since that was the case, he would cast aside everything he possessed and defeat his opponent with pure Tai Chi, showing everyone.

This was Kang Tianchen's Tai Chi.

All of Li Changqing's skills came from the old techniques of Tai Chi that Kang Tianchen had broken rules to impart to him selflessly. Without that initial Tai Chi, Li Changqing's strength would not have soared so quickly; merely finding the old techniques would have delayed him for months.

His mentor's kindness was too great to repay, so he could only do his best.

Jiang He's movements were not yet finished. His martial path was completely different from Li Changqing's and Sun Sheng's.

"Hah!"

Exhaling sharply, Jiang He used the momentum from his step forward to advance again, instantly closing the distance with Li Changqing.

His bent right arm retracted to his waist, his muscles and fascia twisting into a single unit at this moment.

Inch Force, close-quarters combat!

Li Changqing stood as still as a mountain. He had completely refused to use Qi and Blood to drive his strength.

He was purely using his willpower to direct the movement trajectory of his entire body's muscles and fascia, thereby regulating his strength.

The fierce Inch Force was difficult to dodge.

He hadn't intended to dodge, either.

Using the power of his waist and abdomen to drive his entire body, his lower limbs firmly planted in the horse stance, endless power surged from the earth.

Swaying his body, blocking, and punching!

A head-on collision!

Fist met fist, the powerful recoil strong enough to break one's own wrists. Li Changqing and Jiang He each retreated two steps.

"Such proficient Tai Chi skills," Tang Cheng commented from the commentary booth, beginning his professional analysis.

"I didn't expect this. We underestimated Li Changqing. His Tai Chi skills, purely in terms of technique, are even inferior to many martial artists who have immersed themselves in old Tai Chi techniques for years.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Tai Chi boxing style of the Chengtian Martial Arts School."

Tang Cheng's expression grew a bit more serious. "I must apologize for my previous remarks. Li Changqing's coach is a very strong Tai Chi master."

"Mr. Tang Cheng, are you saying your prediction has changed?"

"No, I'm just feeling a bit emotional," Tang Cheng replied, shaking his head.

"Jiang He is still the invincible genius."

In the audience, the cheers were exceptionally uniform.

"Go Jiang He! Jiang He, you've got this!"

For an ordinary martial artist, facing such a unified surge of momentum would reduce their strength by at least ten percent. But for Li Changqing, these shouts were less than the buzz of a mosquito.

Jiang He's martial arts style was typical of the Academy Faction.

Long-range kicks, close-range punches, and grappling when close.

It was known as Jeet Kune Do.

Seeing that both his leg techniques and punching methods were being controlled by Li Changqing, Jiang He's eyes sharpened.

He suddenly closed the distance again, using his hands to grab Li Changqing's arms.

He'd got him!

With a twist and a pull, he aimed to disrupt Li Changqing's center of gravity, then braced his waist and back against the latter's abdomen.

"It's over," said Tang Cheng from the commentary booth, watching the director rewind the footage. Jiang He's movements were perfectly executed.

"This is a finishing move that combines classical grappling techniques, the 'Great Stone Tablet Throw.' Li Changqing's Qi and Blood and physique definitely can't match Jiang He's. Caught like this, with both arms secured, he has no hope of turning things around."

In the stands, Kang Tianchen clenched his fists tightly.

"This is bad. I haven't taught Changqing the Tai Chi Throwing Style yet, and he hasn't learned Listening to Strength. It's a mistake for him to get caught like this by Jiang He!"

Thinking this, Kang Tianchen punched his own chest hard.

"Throwing Style should be Tai Chi's strong suit. It's all my fault!"

A smile played on Jiang He's lips. He had him.

The next moment.

He put force into his waist and back.

The Great Stone Throw!

The force flowed, and Li Changqing offered no resistance, allowing Jiang He to toss him into the air.

Li Changqing's expression was strange. Playing with center of gravity in front of me?

As he was flung into the air, the cheers from the audience seats almost lifted the stadium's ceiling.

"It's over," Tang Cheng also declared from the commentary booth.

"One throw is worth ten punches. Competitor Li Changqing has no room to turn this around. We can prepare our cheers for competitor Jiang He."

In the stands, Kang Tianchen stared intently at Li Changqing, who was being thrown into the air.

In mid-air, hearing the cheers all around.

Li Changqing gave a slight shake of his body, his hands like coiling snakes, and with a gentle tremor.

Bang!

He landed steadily on the stage with a somersault.

Meanwhile, Jiang He, who had been the one exerting force, suddenly found his center of gravity gone.

Tai Chi Throwing Style, Tremor!

Bang!

Li Changqing shook his body with force, Jiang He's feet left the ground, and he was violently thrown up. Before the latter could react, he was slammed hard onto the stage.

The audience seats fell silent instantly.

The force was channeled into softness, the point of application directed outward rather than downward.

This caused Jiang He's body to scrape wildly across the stage, falling towards the boundary.

"How is this possible!" Tang Cheng exclaimed from the commentary booth.

"Competitor Li Changqing has actually mastered the Listening to Strength technique of the Tai Chi Throwing Style!"

"This is the most profound and difficult technique in Tai Chi!"

Tang Cheng's expression changed drastically. Looking at Jiang He, who had been thrown out of the ring, his face was grave.

"We all underestimated competitor Li Changqing, and his teacher."

"To teach a competitor Tai Chi Listening to Strength in just over a month, Li Changqing's teacher is definitely no less capable than the academy coaches!"

The host asked repeatedly, "Mr. Tang Cheng, does competitor Jiang He still have a chance to make a comeback?"

Tang Cheng did not answer, just stared intently at the big screen.

Silence descended all around. Li Changqing stood in the center of the stage, listening to the cheers, which, like last time, had turned the audience into a library.

Just then.

"Li Changqing, you've got this! Li Changqing, you've got this!"

A monotonous cheer suddenly erupted from a corner of the stands. But amplified by the resonance of Qi and Blood, the sound spread throughout the entire stadium.

Li Changqing was taken aback. He focused his gaze and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Huang Xuan was standing on the railing of the stands, waving two glow sticks of different colors with all his might.

"Cough, cough."

Jiang He, who was lying on the stage, slowly stood up, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

This was the result of Li Changqing holding back, changing his downward strike into a sideways push.

Even so, Jiang He was still seriously injured.

At the commentary booth, Tang Cheng's expression became excited again!

"Very good! We can see that contestant Jiang He has stood up again. Contestant Li Changqing made a big mistake! He actually held back during a stage match, which is completely unnecessary."

"Now that contestant Li Changqing's trump card has been exposed, as long as contestant Jiang He doesn't get too close and continuously uses his punches and kicks to wear down contestant Li Changqing's Qi and Blood, this match still has no suspense."

As Jiang He stood up again, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Huang Xuan's faint cheers were quickly drowned out.

He stood up and looked at Li Changqing, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Junior, thank you for holding back. I, Jiang He, am not as good as you." He looked around.

"But this is a stage, you shouldn't have held back."

Jiang He mobilized his entire body's Qi and Blood, and a faint roar could be heard.

At this moment, Li Changqing seemed to see Sun Sheng's shadow.

"Junior, be careful next." Jiang He took a deep breath, his gaze resolute.

"Actually, I have a feeling that you, junior, might not be using your full strength."

"But if this is my last match in the Youth Cup, I hope you can go all out."

Li Changqing remained silent for half a second before nodding.

"As you wish."

"As I expected." Jiang He smiled, then slightly hunched his body.

"This is a burst technique for Qi and Blood that my academy teachers passed down to me, allowing my strength to break through its limits in an instant."

"Here it comes!"

Whoosh—

Jiang He stepped on the stage, creating a small pit, and charged straight at Li Changqing.

"Look quickly, contestant Jiang He must be using some kind of Qi and Blood technique. His strength in this strike will soar, possibly reaching the peak of Two-Star!"

Tang Cheng spoke rapidly, his commentary filled with passion.

"But contestant Li Changqing seems to lack such secret techniques due to his limitations, which is a pity..."

On the stage, Jiang He suddenly rushed to within two meters of Li Changqing. At that moment, he realized.

Li Changqing was gone!

How could this be!

At this moment, Jiang He's eyes widened. Li Changqing was clearly standing in the same spot, but his aura had completely disappeared.

Heaven-Man Resonance.

His Qi and Blood, having reached the realm of Bao Dan, slowly rolled, with the roar of a tiger.

The Universe Breathing Technique was in motion.

Jiang He felt as if he was being enveloped by vast waves, with enemies on all sides.

His Qi and Blood had reached its limit, and he couldn't control it, so he could only throw a punch based on instinct.

"Let's watch closely, contestant Jiang He has made his move! He's heading straight for contestant Li Changqing!"

"Look quickly! Contestant Jiang He has attacked."

"Oh, what a beautiful straight punch."

"Contestant Jiang He..."

The roar of a tiger surged within Li Changqing.

In the state of Heaven-Man Resonance, all things obeyed his command.

But he still formed his hands into arcs, using the most standard and majestic Chengtian Tai Chi Fist.

Ten-Step Divine Fist!

Qi and Blood surged, like striking a bull through a mountain.

In this overwhelming aura, Jiang He was like a lone boat.

His pupils constricted.

Such power!

The next moment, Hundred-Step Divine Fist struck Jiang He.

The intense thunderous vibration shattered his entire body's Qi and Blood.

Bang!

The referee instantly appeared before the ring, grabbing Jiang He. His gaze was sharp and focused on the calm and collected Li Changqing.

In the commentator's booth, Tang Cheng trembled. What had he just witnessed?

The audience was completely silent.

Jiang He, instantly defeated?

"Qi and Blood piercing the body, Five-Step Divine Fist?" Tang Cheng's voice quivered.

"Competitor Li Changqing is actually Lower-Rank Six-Star!!!"

Boom—

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves!

In the stands, Kang Tianchen shot to his feet, the chair beneath him exploding from a surge of Qi and Blood.

"Lower-Rank Six-Star!" He was so excited he couldn't control himself.

The oldest and most talented student at the martial arts hall, Liu Yi, was only Lower-Rank Six-Star!

"My student is a genius!"

"No, no, no!" Kang Tianchen immediately shook his head. How could "genius" describe his student?

"He should be called a prodigy!"