The last rays of the setting sun fell across the open space before the gate. Dust danced gently in the breeze, and amid that swirling dust, Shen Xuan's martial spirit was barely hanging on.
He reluctantly raised a finger and pointed at Jiang Ning. "This isn't Tai Chi at all!"
He hurt too badly—not just physically, but in his heart!
He had trained in martial arts since he was three. At five, he entered first grade and proceeded to defeat everyone in his class. By third grade, he had no rivals in elementary school! When he was in sixth grade, someone had brought in a Great Emperor from the first year of high school to challenge him, only for Shen Xuan to beat him senseless despite the grade difference, until the other boy knelt and begged for mercy.
Later, Shen Xuan entered a martial arts school, where he remained one of the best. If not for the time he had arranged a fight and accidentally broken someone's arm, getting himself expelled, he might have been competing professionally by now! Yet someone as powerful as him had actually been defeated in a single move today.
He trained strength in winter and tendons in summer, day after day, year after year! What had he even been training all these years? Shen Xuan was in agony! Jiang Ning stood tall in his Black Windbreaker, his coat fluttering in the wind. He said calmly, "Tai Chi encompasses yin and yang, the four images, the eight trigrams, and all things between heaven and earth. This is Tai Chi."
Shen Xuan was left speechless.
The atmosphere around them was extraordinarily quiet. It was not just Shen Xuan—second uncle Jiang Xintian and older cousin Jiang Hu also sensed that something was off. Shen Xuan's strength had been