Who Said There Was No One Left?

Jun Wangchen arrived at Jinling University at noon sharp. Classes had just ended, and students streamed out of the teaching buildings in droves, looking like a swarm of tadpoles searching for their mother.

"Those pale little legs, so slender and smooth, their skin practically glowing... fuck, showing that much? Shameless!"

"That tiny waist, just a handful, so gorgeous and dazzling... damn it, why not show a little more?"

"That lovely figure, so tall and graceful, so curvaceous... hold the hell on, that's a fucking guy?"

Jun Wangchen absolutely hated girls who dressed flamboyantly and wore revealing clothes. In his opinion, they looked nothing like proper students.

So whenever he encountered girls like that, Jun Wangchen would sit in a corner and glare at them to express his outrage. If circumstances allowed, he would even take pictures, using the images to remind himself to stay vigilant.

Spectating reader: "Hello, police? I've lost my steering wheel again!"

Only after the rush of students had passed did Jun Wangchen make his way toward Dormitory Room 520 with devilish swagger.

Bzzz!

As he walked, his phone suddenly vibrated. Jun Wangchen paused, apparently realizing something, then whipped out the Groundhog Phone and deftly opened the Strongest Chat Group in History.

Sure enough, a large red envelope was sitting on the chat screen.

Zhang Sanfeng: "Greetings, esteemed immortals. As a newcomer to the group, I've prepared ten red envelopes. Please look after me."

Sun Wukong: "Only ten? Why are you so stingy?"

Erlang Shen: "An unruly monkey will always be an unruly monkey. You haven't sent a single red envelope since joining, and you have the nerve to talk?"

Howling Celestial Dog: "Woof, woof, woof! (Agree/agree/agree)"

Sun Wukong: "Three-Eyes, say one more fucking word and I'll smash your eyes in!"

Marshal Tianpeng: "@Sun Wukong, Brother Monkey, breaking the third leg is all the rage these days."

Chang'e: "@Marshal Tianpeng, you dirty rascal. But I like it. I'll be waiting for you tonight! (Blushing)"

Guan Yu: "I smell the foul stench of wickedness. Someone, fetch my Green Dragon Crescent Blade!"

The public appearance of Marshal Tianpeng and the fairy Chang'e as a couple instantly incited outrage among the singles. Curses and jealous remarks flooded the chat, leaving the red envelopes Zhang Sanfeng had sent completely ignored.

"Amitabha. How virtuous, how virtuous. If I don't descend into hell, who will?" While everyone's attention was elsewhere, Jun Wangchen acted swiftly. His golden bachelor's finger jabbed at the red envelope in a flash.

Ding! Congratulations on claiming Zhang Sanfeng's red envelope. You received the manual "Tai Chi Fist." It has been stored in your wallet.

"Tai Chi Fist?" Jun Wangchen froze, then his eyes lit up. He eagerly opened his wallet and selected "Tai Chi Fist."

Would you like to learn the manual "Tai Chi Fist"?

"Learn!"

The instant Jun Wangchen tapped "Learn," a vast torrent of information poured straight into his mind.

"A wandering traveler from the Great Yuan, his flowing beard like halberds; a song of the stairway to heaven could rival a monk's staff soaring through the sky.

Our Tai Chi Fist inherits the methods of inner elixir cultivation and observes the movements of nature, overcoming hardness with softness and controlling motion with stillness.

Above, it refines essence into qi and qi into spirit; below, it refines spirit back into emptiness and emptiness into union with the Dao.

The body serves the mind, and virtue illuminates the mind. The body is the mind, and the mind is the body..."

"As expected of the founder of the Wudang Sect. I've read about Tai Chi Fist in books before, but compared with the genuine original, they're not even on the same level." After just a cursory look through the contents of "Tai Chi Fist" in his mind, Jun Wangchen couldn't help giving it a thumbs-up.

In modern Huaxia, Tai Chi Fist was merely a traditional martial art that cultivated both body and mind, combining gentleness, slowness, lightness, and a balance of hardness and softness. Its primary purpose was to nurture temperament and improve health.

The "Tai Chi Fist" manual in his mind, however, focused mainly on actual combat: seeking straightness within curves, storing power before releasing it, using an opponent's strength against them, and deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.

Remembering that the physical education elective he had chosen happened to focus on Tai Chi Fist, Jun Wangchen marveled at his luck. With this manual, the final exam would be a breeze.

After checking the chat group once more, Jun Wangchen put away his phone. He was just about to head to the cafeteria for a meal when it suddenly rang.

"Boss?" Jun Wangchen paused at the caller ID, then answered.

"Hey, Boss. What's up?"

Boss replied helplessly, "Get your ass back to campus. Half an hour ago, the taekwondo instructor held a martial arts exchange match on the track field. Our Tai Chi Fist side is losing, and our instructor is in a terrible mood. He's demanding that everyone taking Tai Chi Fist get to the field immediately to cheer on the competitors. Anyone who doesn't show up loses the right to take the final exam."

"Fuck, I'm on my way!" Jun Wangchen didn't dare hesitate. He hung up and sprinted toward the track field.

Jinling University, track field.

The field was packed. Hundreds of people stood in groups around a four-meter-square fighting platform, and the atmosphere was electric.

The Tai Chi Fist side stood to the east of the platform, led by their instructor, Huang Shihu. His brow was deeply furrowed as he watched the two fighters battling onstage.

The taekwondo side stood to the west, led by their instructor, Liu Sanquan. With his arms folded across his chest, he surveyed the Tai Chi Fist side arrogantly, a mocking expression flickering across his face.

"Ha!" On the platform, a young man in black shouted and unleashed a sweeping kick like a gale scattering fallen leaves.

The young man in white facing him hurriedly raised his hands to block, only to discover that the kick was a feint. Before he could react, the young man in black knocked him off the platform with a tiger punch.

The taekwondo side immediately erupted in cheers, while the Tai Chi Fist side fell silent. Clearly, the defeated fighter had been theirs.

Liu Sanquan stared at Huang Shihu, his voice grating. "Instructor Huang, we've had five bouts so far. One was a draw, and our taekwondo side won all four of the others. Could it be that your Tai Chi Fist students are all just for show?"

The Tai Chi Fist students felt utterly frustrated. Most of the Tai Chi Fist they had learned was intended to cultivate the body and nourish qi, whereas their opponents' taekwondo focused on actual combat. The two simply weren't on equal footing.

Huang Shihu also looked angry. Half an hour earlier, Liu Sanquan had specifically challenged their Tai Chi Fist students under the pretext of a martial arts exchange. It looked like friendly sparring, but he had actually come to humiliate Tai Chi Fist and drum up popularity for taekwondo.

Drawing a deep breath, Huang Shihu turned to a stern-looking young man beside him and ordered, "Chen Fan, you're up!"

"Understood!" The stern young man nodded, stood, and stepped onto the platform.

Behind him, the Tai Chi Fist students waved their fists and shouted in unison, "Go, Captain!"

"Oh, the captain's coming out. Now this should be interesting." The young man in black stared at Chen Fan and made a provocative gesture, his expression dripping with contempt.

"Come at me. As captain, I hope you can at least last ten moves against me."

The entire Tai Chi Fist side flew into a rage.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Is he looking down on us?"

"Damn it, winning four bouts doesn't make you anything special. Our captain's up now. Who knows who'll win?"

"That's right! Captain, teach that arrogant bastard a good lesson!"

On the platform, Chen Fan's expression darkened at the young man's behavior. An exchange match was supposed to be about learning from each other, but the taekwondo side clearly didn't see it that way. In the previous five bouts, their fighters had struck with increasing viciousness, leaving many of his teammates injured.

At that thought, Chen Fan's gaze sharpened, and his fists clenched instinctively. Since his opponent was so ruthless, he couldn't afford to hold back either.

With that resolve, Chen Fan assumed his stance and advanced toward the young man in black, step by step.

Tai Chi Fist emphasized overcoming hardness with softness and alternating swift and slow movements. It required the practitioner's intent, qi, form, and spirit to gradually blend into a harmonious whole. Only then could one yield to an opponent, draw their attacks into emptiness, and deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces.

"Tai Chi Fist? Ha, what a joke!" The young man in black sneered. The instant Chen Fan stepped forward, he leaned in and threw a vicious punch.

The punch surged like roaring tides and flashing lightning, astonishingly fast.

Chen Fan's pupils contracted. He immediately relaxed his body from top to bottom, settling his weight into his feet, loose without collapsing.

Then his left hand followed the incoming fist and turned to seize it. With a movement resembling the drawing of a bow, he not only neutralized the attack but also pulled his opponent toward him.

At the same time, Chen Fan thrust out his long-prepared right hand, intending to use his qi to knock the young man off the platform.

But before his right hand could connect, his opponent bent his other arm slightly and drove his elbow into Chen Fan's shoulder with a rush of wind.

The elbow strike bore down like a mountain. Its overwhelming force sent Chen Fan staggering back several steps.

"So strong!" Feeling the sharp pain in his shoulder, Chen Fan's expression immediately grew grave.

The young man's earlier punch had carried tremendous power. No wonder Chen Fan's teammates had been beaten without any chance to fight back.

Watching from the side, Huang Shihu's expression changed.

The young man's punch had already produced a faint whistle through the air, revealing the terrifying strength behind it. Although Chen Fan was the strongest of these Tai Chi Fist students, he had yet to develop Rooted Sinking Force.

The essence of Tai Chi Fist lay in developing Rooted Sinking Force. This force, which rooted the feet to the ground, was the foundational force, the underlying force, also called the mother force. Every other form of power grew from it. Without Rooted Sinking Force in the body, advanced techniques such as deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces were simply impossible.

Without Rooted Sinking Force, Chen Fan could barely dissipate the terrifying power of his opponent's punches, leaving him at a severe disadvantage.

His defeat was probably only a matter of time.

Sure enough, before Chen Fan could counterattack, the young man in black charged like a tiger descending a mountain. Every move was cunning and vicious, almost impossible to defend against.

Unable to dissipate even a fraction of the force without Rooted Sinking Force, Chen Fan could only keep dodging, looking increasingly desperate.

As Chen Fan dodged, the young man attacked even faster. Before long, Chen Fan made a mistake, and his opponent seized the opening to kick him off the platform.

The entire Tai Chi Fist side fell silent at the sight. The atmosphere was deathly still.

Their captain had actually lost!

"Tch. I thought you'd be something special. Turns out you're just another piece of trash!" The young man in black swept his gaze over the Tai Chi Fist side, his lips curling with disdain.

The taekwondo students all nodded, their mocking expressions growing even more pronounced.

Every Tai Chi Fist student looked furious, yet none could argue back.

Chen Fan, their strongest fighter, had already lost. No amount of anger would help when the opposing side's strength was there for everyone to see.

"Judging by those faces, you don't have anyone else willing to come up, do you?" Their collective silence made the young man's sneer deepen.

Huang Shihu's face was livid. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

The taekwondo students exchanged glances and burst into another round of jeers.

"Hahaha! They really have no one left. Makes sense, though. Even their captain lost. Who else could get up there?"

"Exactly! How could a bunch of rabble compare with our taekwondo?"

"Shh, let's keep it down. We wouldn't want to crush their confidence."

Hearing the taekwondo side's grating remarks, the Tai Chi Fist students clenched their teeth, their frustration pushed to the limit.

The defeated Chen Fan also clenched his fists tightly, furious yet powerless.

"Instructor Huang, since you have no one else to send out, we'll count this exchange match as our victory." Liu Sanquan smiled faintly, his eyes brimming with mockery.

Huang Shihu sighed. Unwilling to struggle pointlessly any longer, he said bitterly, "Our Tai Chi Fist side concedes..."

Before he could finish, a voice suddenly rang out from behind the Tai Chi Fist students.

"Who said there was no one left?"