"How...how did they do that?!"

Xiong Ao was still in astonishment at Wu Er's actions, his mouth agape. "How could such a light touch deflect my powerful punch?!"

"Want to know?" Wu Er tilted his head slightly and said, "I'll teach you."

"I don't need you to teach me."

Just like his name suggests, Xiong Ao was very arrogant. He waved his hand and said, "These are all unorthodox methods. Only cultivation is the right path."

He remained stubborn; apart from his cultivation level, Xiong Ao hadn't changed at all since the last arena battle.

So, could this be considered "staying true to one's original aspiration"?

Wu Er flicked a strand of hair behind his ear and said, "I said I would teach you once when we were in the arena, and now I'm saying I'll teach you again, but you still refuse."

He then shook his head and said, "If you don't take this opportunity, you'll really be easily carried away by seven black men."

Xiao Mingmu, who was standing on the referee's bench, heard these words clearly.

Huh? A Black man? Take him away?

After pondering the meaning behind Wu Er's words, Xiao Mingmu thought he understood what Wu Er meant, so he took out the Net Jade.

Let's get ready and make arrangements.

As for what exactly Wu Erhua meant?

It didn't really mean anything, I just said it offhand, I just wanted to use a meme...

Even though most of the people here don't understand it.

"A Black man? Take him away?"

Xiong Ao naturally couldn't understand it either, but he could roughly tell that it wasn't something nice, so he got angry again.

And in that anger, he stomped his foot.

But that stomp of the foot caused damage to the floor.

Two loud cracking sounds were heard, and then more than ten paving stones shattered.

"Talk is talk, but why are you tearing down the floorboards?"

There wasn't a single good spot left on the ground, and Wu Er felt uncomfortable looking at it, so he looked up at Xiong Ao.

He said, "I've already said that we must cherish our official duties. What's the sect's motto? The sect is our home, and protecting it depends on everyone."

"roll!"

Xiong Ao ignored him and threw a punch, the force of which was powerful and the wind was strong.

But it was still a straight punch.

This kind of straight punch, which relies purely on power, seems to be powerful and indestructible.

It's actually quite dilapidated.

After all, it's a straight punch, going straight in a single line, and the force of the punch is also linear; there's no power on the sides of the fist and arm.

Although you can't push it back directly, it's easy to bounce it off.

With just a light tap on the side of Xiong Ao's arm, the punch could easily be deflected.

This is what the "Tai Chi Classics" refers to as "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds".

When Wu Er went to university, he practiced Tai Chi a lot before taking the physical education exam.

Although it's a simplified version... I'm still very familiar with this technique of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

This Tai Chi style is perfectly suited for dealing with physical cultivators who rely on brute force.

Wu Er took a deep breath, recalling the twenty-four simplified Tai Chi form in his mind.

Lunge and stretch, step together and hold the ball, part your mane to the left and right, apply force with the heel of your palm...

High throbbing horse, twin peaks piercing the ears, needle at the bottom of the sea...

Having not practiced for so long, I had forgotten most of the moves. Fortunately, the immortal's comprehension was strong enough, and he roughly made up for it based on the principles.

Then a set of movements flowed smoothly and gracefully down the slope.

Judging by the look of it, he passed the physical exam...

Ahem, I've gone off-topic.

After Wu Er finished his routine, he put away his stance.

Xiong Ao was completely disoriented, being manipulated by Tai Chi, his strength completely dissipated.

Those two arms, which were originally three times harder than copper or iron, were now as soft as shoelaces.

It's almost crumpled into a bow.

"Come on, you."

Wu Er extended a finger and gently poked forward.

With a loud thud, Xiong Ao, who was already under immense pressure, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

After Xiong Ao fell, a group of people suddenly appeared from not far away.

At the very front of this group were seven people, all dressed entirely in black.

Of the seven people, one was in front leading the way, while the other six were slightly behind.

And the six people behind them were carrying something on their shoulders...

At first glance, it looks like a large wooden box, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is a coffin.

Behind these seven people was a group of people holding musical instruments.

This group of people arrived riding on clouds, accompanied by gongs and drums, with the seven in front walking with strange steps.

Ordinary outer disciples were all confused when they saw this group of people, not knowing what they were doing.

However, a group of deacons and hall masters broke out in a cold sweat when they saw it.

Although the ordinary disciples were unaware, the deacons and hall masters had heard some rumors.

Look at this spectacle, look at how they carry the coffin!

This is the hidden branch of Pengshan Sect, which can be mobilized by the sect leader and the other six elders.

Legend has it that the Dark Guard are the elite of Pengshan Sect, each with at least the Nascent Soul cultivation level, capable of silently wiping out a small sect.

There are even rumors that: "A smile from the Dark Guard could mean certain death."

The secret service has been mobilized, what happened this time?

In the eyes of these deacons and hall masters, it was just two outer disciples fighting, and everything else was normal.

When Wu Er saw the vast group of people in the sky, his eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

He casually mentioned it when he was criticizing Xiong Ao earlier, so how come he's actually a coffin bearer now?

If it weren't for the hidden markings of the Dark Division on these people's bodies, Wu Er would have almost not recognized them as members of the Pengshan Sect's Dark Division!

After a moment of stunned silence, Wu Er had another thought.

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