In the clearing outside the Zhou Family's gates, an air of mockery seemed to fill the scene.
Jun Wangchen stood calmly where he was, an utterly harmless smile on his face.
Wang Shanzhi's face darkened, and the corner of his mouth twitched. The strange looks from the surrounding spectators left him burning with humiliation and anger.
"Don't get smug just because you blocked my Cloud-Piercing Palm. That was only one of my many moves."
"In that case, let's continue." Jun Wangchen smiled faintly and beckoned to him. Then he spread his feet shoulder-width apart, bent his knees slightly, and raised his hands as though embracing a tree too thick for his arms to encircle.
Using tai chi in combat was like waging war: if the enemy remained still, so did you; if the enemy stirred, you moved first. When you moved, every part of you moved; when you were still, every part of you was still.
"Damn you! How dare you look down on me!" Jun Wangchen's casual stance infuriated Wang Shanzhi. He stamped hard against the ground and shot forward like the wind.
This time, he held nothing back. His Mountain-Rending Palm surged toward Jun Wangchen with overwhelming ferocity and power, without the slightest restraint.
Jun Wangchen reacted in an instant. His feet swept lightly across the ground, his figure flitting like a fleeting shadow as he swiftly dodged, leaving Wang Shanzhi's punch to strike empty air.
When that punch failed, Wang Shanzhi's gaze sharpened. He brought his hands together, his fingers facing one another.
In an instant, a heart-stopping pulse burst from his hands, whipping up wild winds throughout the clearing. His imposing aura seemed capable of overwhelming mountains and rivers, like mountains charging forward and seas rising into the sky.
"Such seasoned control, such tremendous power. Wang