"What is he trying to do?"
"Why isn't he admitting defeat at this point? What is he posing for?"
Qin Xuan's actions once again surprised everyone.
The spectators had no idea what he was planning.
Qi Ling's formidable strength was evident to all.
Even the most powerful talismans had failed to harm him in the slightest.
Qin Xuan had now adopted a Tai Chi stance. Was he planning to fight with Tai Chi?
Wasn't this just fooling around?
Yes, Tai Chi was known for its ability to use a small force to overcome a large one.
But that was just a general concept!
"Small force" referred to a lesser strength, and "large force" to a greater one, nothing more!
Once the gap between the two sides became too vast, Tai Chi's principle of redirecting force would become ineffective.
At that point, forget about fighting Qi Ling.
He might just be knocked to the ground with a single punch!
Thinking of this, those who had bet on Qi Ling to win showed a slight smile.
Meanwhile, Su Qing Tan and Sun Ying Xiong, among others, wore worried expressions, concerned about Qin Xuan's state.
"It's fine, it's good to spar with a strong opponent."
"Otherwise, if one always thinks of surrendering or retreating when facing a powerful enemy, they will only become mediocre."
Qin Xuan was, of course, unaware of the thoughts of the crowd below.
At this moment, he was breathing calmly, looking at Qi Ling opposite him.
Qi Ling grinned, and a gust of hot air suddenly puffed from his nostrils.
"Heh, youngster, you must have been hit too hard on the head."
"Tai Chi is merely a health and fitness exercise, not even a martial art!"
"You want to fight this old man with such a soft, feeble style?"
"You're simply asking for death!"
Upon hearing Qi Ling's words, Qin Xuan did not retort.
He simply extended his right index finger and gently beckoned Qi Ling.
Qi Ling was enraged.
Although the other party had not spoken, he had clearly heard four words: "Come here!"
How could he tolerate this?
He activated his cultivation technique.
In the blink of an eye, he was beside Qin Xuan.
Seeing this, Qin Xuan did not rush.
Tai Chi emphasized stillness to counter movement.
No matter how many tricks Qi Ling had, as long as he didn't attack, Qin Xuan would not react.
Seeing Qin Xuan's lack of response, Qi Ling didn't think too much of it.
He straightened his fist and aimed it directly at Qin Xuan's chest.
This punch also contained a very powerful surge of Yuan Qi.
If it landed, even if it didn't kill him, it would severely injure him.
Everyone held their breath at the sight. Su Qing Tan was even ready to call for a doctor at any moment.
But just as the fist was about to reach Qin Xuan's chest, Qin Xuan moved.
He shifted his right hand upwards, placing his palm on the inner side of Qi Ling's fist, then using his left foot as an axis and his waist as a pivot.
He used his right hand to change the direction of Qi Ling's punch!
In that split second, it was too fast.
Qi Ling hadn't even reacted to Qin Xuan's movement.
At this moment, Qin Xuan shifted his body to the side and pushed with his left hand.
Receiving the force, neutralizing the force, and releasing the force – the entire action was seamless.
Instantly, Qi Ling, like an out-of-control bull, was violently propelled forward from in front of Qin Xuan!
His fiercely powerful punch, along with his own forward momentum, dissipated into nothingness.
How did he do that?!
Witnessing this scene, the crowd exclaimed that it was impossible.
Only the Grandmasters who came from martial arts backgrounds could discern some of the trick.
In the previous exchange, Qin Xuan had first used a "sticky hand" technique to deflect Qi Ling's incoming force, then by shifting his body, he had created an opening for the force's forward path.
Finally, using his left hand to guide, he made Qi Ling travel further along this path.
"That's not right!"
"I've seen Tai Chi before, and even learned it myself. There shouldn't be any similar moves in it!"
After hearing the Grandmaster's explanation, a Martial Grandmaster who had come to watch couldn't help but raise a question.
After he finished asking, Sun Ying Xiong slowly stepped forward, his expression complex, and explained to the other person: "What Qin Xuan just used is not a fixed move within Tai Chi."
"It is a variation and extension of the move 'Single Whip'."
"I once saw someone using this variation on Mount Wudang."
"That person told me that if one is not extremely familiar with every move and every posture of Tai Chi, and has not completely integrated it into their body, it would be impossible to perform such a move."
"But what of it?"
"Tai Chi is, after all, just a health-preserving boxing style."
"Can Qin Xuan, by integrating it into his flesh and blood, defeat Grandmaster Qi Ling, who possesses the strength of a high-level Grandmaster?"
Upon hearing Sun Ying Xiong's words, the Martial Grandmaster couldn't help but ask again.
Sun Ying Xiong nodded slightly, his voice filled with anticipation, "It's not impossible."
"Don't you realize?"
"Although in this exchange, Qin Xuan did not inflict any damage on Qi Ling."
"He also did not sustain any damage himself."
"If Qi Ling doesn't change his attack method, then perhaps Qin Xuan might truly 'wear him down' to death!"
The Martial Grandmaster did not agree with Sun Ying Xiong's words.
On the contrary, he believed that Qin Xuan had just been lucky this time.
No matter how much Sun Ying Xiong praised Qin Xuan, Tai Chi was still just a healthy boxing style for preserving health.
To use it against a Grandmaster showed either a lack of intelligence or no intelligence at all!
As long as Qi Ling saw through the trick, he wouldn't be in such a situation of being controlled.
At that time, in the face of absolute power, this little Qin Xuan would be completely outmatched.
Glancing at the imposing Qi Ling and then at Qin Xuan, who stood with his hands behind his back,
The Martial Grandmaster decisively turned and walked away from Sun Ying Xiong.
He found the initial bookie and directly added another two hundred thousand Dragon Coins on Qi Ling.
Unfortunately, the subsequent battle did not unfold in the direction he had imagined.
After being thrown far away by Qin Xuan, Qi Ling's temper flared up.
As a Qi cultivator aiming for longevity, he disdained Tai Chi.
What was the point of strengthening the body and prolonging life?
In this regard, his cultivated techniques and elixirs were far superior to Tai Chi.
Yet, such a boxing style, which he considered utterly useless, had managed to neutralize his proud and powerful strike!
This made the usually self-assured Qi Ling extremely angry.
With a loud shout, Qi Ling changed his tactics and lunged forward again.
As a Qi cultivator, he knew many boxing techniques.
But even now, he still believed that sheer force could overcome all other techniques.
"Heh, Single Whip saves the day!"
Seeing Qi Ling charging at him again, Qin Xuan sneered.
He knew that the other party hadn't changed his attack method because he looked down on his Tai Chi.
So, he let out a soft, low cry and executed the Single Whip again.
However, this time, it was not just about receiving and deflecting force.
Using the Single Whip's winding hand technique, Qin Xuan deflected Qi Ling's attacking arm outwards.
Then, he retreated his body and suddenly raised his shoulder forward.
Taking advantage of Qi Ling's inability to adjust his stance, he forcefully rammed his shoulder into the opponent's chest.
Qi Ling, unable to dodge, was uncontrollably forced back two steps.
After this strike, Qin Xuan still hadn't inflicted any substantial damage on Qi Ling.
However, to Qi Ling, this move, while not causing much physical harm, was extremely insulting!