A single shout from Meng Xiaoyu snapped Han Rushuang out of her daze.
She suddenly realized that the martial arts practiced by the monk Bujie were of pure yang and extreme strength, while the soft and gentle Tai Chi was its perfect counter.
With this in mind, Han Rushuang channeled her inner strength, lightly tapped her foot, and leaped out of Bujie’s attack range, then sheathed her sword.
She tossed her Frost Sword to her sister Han Rubing, who gracefully caught it.
Han Rushuang’s actions puzzled many, including the monk Bujie, who paused his attack to see what his opponent was up to.
“Why would she throw her weapon off the stage? Does she intend to concede defeat? But she doesn’t look like she’s giving up. Is she planning to fight me barehanded? Hmph! If that’s the case, she’ll lose even faster and more miserably!”
Bujie thought with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
However, Han Rushuang’s next move left him and the onlookers wide-eyed in surprise.
After discarding her sword, Han Rushuang closed her eyes slightly to regulate her breathing.
Once her previously rapid breaths became calm, she slowly assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi.
“What is she doing?”
asked one of the onlookers as they watched Han Rushuang begin the slow movements of Tai Chi.
“I’m not sure, but it looks like she’s practicing some form of martial arts,” another onlooker replied uncertainly.
“Martial arts? No way! Look at her soft and slow movements; there’s no attack power at all. How could that be martial arts?”
the first onlooker said incredulously.
“Oh? Then what do you think she’s doing?”
the second onlooker asked curiously.
“I don’t know either. Let’s just watch and see,” the first onlooker suggested.
On stage, Bujie was intrigued by Han Rushuang’s unfamiliar and peculiar martial arts.
He wanted to see what was so special about this soft and gentle style that made her abandon her sword to face him.
So, he quickly gathered his strength and punched towards Han Rushuang’s abdomen.
However, instead of dodging, Han Rushuang used a strange technique to neutralize the force of his punch.
To Bujie’s shock, she even used his own strength to send him flying.
This sudden turn of events astonished Bujie and the audience.
Everyone was taken aback, except for Han Rubing, who remained calm and smiling.
Even Meng Xiaoyu was surprised, thinking to herself, “So Tai Chi is really this powerful, just like in Grandpa Jin’s novels. It seems not all of Grandpa Jin’s stories are fiction. At least the power of the Six Meridian Sword and Tai Chi is real. Just look at how I can break a tree with a finger and how easily Rushuang sent that monk flying.”
With this thought, Meng Xiaoyu excitedly shouted to Han Rushuang on stage, “Go, Rushuang! Defeat that monk!”
The monk Bujie, who had been sent flying, was deeply shocked and increasingly intrigued by Han Rushuang’s martial arts.
Being a martial arts enthusiast, he couldn’t help but be curious about such a marvelous technique.
He realized that Han Rushuang’s style was about using softness to overcome hardness, defending as a form of attack, and using the opponent’s strength against them.
Understanding this, Bujie knew that if he didn’t attack, the match would never end.
But if he did, he would only exhaust himself and lose.
Having figured this out, Bujie stopped attacking.
Instead, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Han Rushuang.
“Amitabha, your martial arts are truly exquisite. I concede defeat,” he said, bowing again.
When Bujie approached with his hands clasped, Han Rushuang stopped her movements and stood straight, waiting for his next move.
Hearing him concede, she was slightly surprised, but her expression remained unchanged.
She returned his bow, saying, “Master, you flatter me.”
Then she watched as Bujie used his Light Skill to leap off the stage.
“What’s going on? Master Bujie actually conceded and left the stage. That’s impossible; he’s Master Bujie!”
one onlooker exclaimed in disbelief.
“Yeah! How could this be? It’s unbelievable,” another onlooker echoed.
“What’s so impossible about it? He’s already off the stage; what’s so unbelievable?”
a third onlooker said nonchalantly.
“But that’s Master Bujie! He’s been famous in Jianghu for so long!”
the second onlooker insisted.
“What’s so impossible about it? Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘The waves behind push the waves ahead, and the waves ahead die on the beach’? Just because he’s famous doesn’t mean he can’t lose. The facts are right in front of us,” Meng Xiaoyu interjected.
After speaking, she turned to Han Rushuang on stage and shouted, “Sister Rushuang, you’re so cool! I love you!”
Hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s words, Han Rushuang smiled slightly, thinking to herself, “You love me, huh?”
