"Chen Yang, there really aren't many talented people left in the martial arts world. He has a bad temper, but his character is alright. Don't discourage him too much."
Grandpa Yun walked over and said to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang withdrew his fist and said, "Okay."
"Senior Yunhua, what do you mean? Are you implying that I am inferior to him?" Sha Rong was furious upon hearing this.
"Yes," said Grandpa Yun, "you are not as good as him, and you are completely and utterly inferior."
"Why should I..."
"Xiaolin, how many matches have you played against Chen Yang recently?"
Grandpa Yun interrupted Sha Rong and asked Xiao Lin.
"After the martial arts tournament, there will be twenty-seven matches," Xiao Lin answered without hesitation.
"How many games did you win?" Old Master Yun pressed.
Xiao Lin gave a somewhat bitter smile and said helplessly, "I won one game and lost twenty-six."
"You can win another game?" Grandpa Yun asked in surprise.
“I gave him both hands,” Chen Yang said.
"Oh, no wonder." Old Master Yun nodded. Even if Chen Yang only used one hand, Xiao Lin would definitely lose. He knew that Old Master Yun and Master Chanshan were both top-tier among Grandmasters, but they still had to join forces to barely suppress Chen Yang's burst of power. And they only managed to suppress him by a narrow margin.
"How is this possible!" Sha Rong couldn't believe it. This was too outrageous. How could Chen Yang become so strong in just a few months?
"If you don't believe me, take a punch from me." Chen Yang said, and casually threw a punch.
As an experienced martial artist, Sha Rong could certainly tell that Chen Yang hadn't used his full strength in that punch.
However, he sensed a sense of danger, a feeling that contradicted what he saw. Nevertheless, he trusted his instincts without hesitation and used Tai Chi to block with all his might.
But as soon as he made contact with Chen Yang's fist, he felt a great force coming from it, a force that completely exceeded his ability to withstand.
Sha Rong truly lived up to his reputation as a near-master level expert. Even in this situation, he was able to react quickly and decisively, choosing to retreat while gently pushing with his palm, dissipating most of the terrifying force.
Even so, he still took many steps back.
Sha Rong stood there, stunned, her face filled with disbelief.
"If I were to go all out, you wouldn't just be forced to take a few steps back," Chen Yang said calmly.
He only used 60% of his strength just now. His current 10% strength is comparable to that of a slightly weak adult. 60% of his strength is no longer something that Sha Rong can easily deflect.
At the martial arts tournament, Chen Yang's strength was so great that even 40% of his power made others think he was incredibly strong, while 60% of his power was simply superhuman strength.
Logically speaking, Chen Yang's strength shouldn't be that great, but Sha Rong knew that Chen Yang wasn't lying. He was lying during the martial arts tournament, and his effortless demeanor was the real thing.
"Don't argue with him. He has superhuman strength. Your achievements are not in strength. You are the Tai Chi Overlord, you are Sha Rong."
Old Master Yun roared angrily.
Sha Rong snapped out of his daze and felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing the title "Tai Chi Overlord." It was a title given to him by outsiders for his unique style of Tai Chi, and he used to be proud of it. But this time, he felt a sense of irony.
Why are there such differences between people? Can a person's innate strength really be this great?
"I won't bother you again." Sha Rong walked out of the inn, looking dejected.
Grandpa Yun watched Sha Rong's retreating figure and sighed, "If he can overcome this setback, he might be able to reach the Grandmaster level."
Chen Yang laughed and said, "If I create more obstacles for him, he might improve even more."
"If you can't make it out, are you going to train another prodigy for the martial arts world?" The old man glared at Chen Yang in annoyance.
"Isn't Chenliu still there to take over?"
"Did you train him? I brought him up. Besides, why would Chen Liu enter the martial arts world? He's more likely to enter academia or the financial world."
"Calm down, I'll train another one for you another day. Anyway, there's Micro World, so keep an eye out for it. If there are any openings, I'll bring you in then," Chen Yang said ingratiatingly.
"That's more like it," Old Master Yun snorted.
Grandpa Yun found out through a group chat. He happened to be home alone, so he had to call a car and come over immediately. Luckily, they arrived in time.
For the prosperity of Chinese martial arts, this generation of veteran martial artists has gone to great lengths. There have only been two martial artists like Sha Rong in China in recent decades, so it's no wonder that Old Master Yun is so concerned.
Appropriate setbacks and pressure can help people improve, but too many setbacks can lead to discouragement and a decline in morale.
If Chen Yang were to use his full strength, Sha Rong, who was not mentally prepared, would likely be defeated in one move, and the defeat would be devastating. Such a blow would be too great.
It's like someone is conquering a mountain peak, and halfway up they see someone already standing on the summit of Mount Everest. The gap is so huge that they lose the will to catch up.
"What kind of gift do you want for your wedding? I really can't think of anything you're missing. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give you everything I have."
Grandpa Yun changed the subject and asked Chen Yang.
"Just your presence is enough," Chen Yang said with a smile.
Grandpa Yun shook his head. "I knew you'd say that. Here's what we'll do: you're not short of money or things anyway. I'll find you an honorary military rank. You donate tens of millions, and I'll find you an honorary major general."
Grandpa Yun said it quite naturally, but if Yun Hu were here, he would definitely look at the old man with a resentful gaze.
Yun Hu had served in the military and later donated tens of millions of yuan to the military. He was familiar with the bigwigs in the military, and only then did the military give him the rank of major general because of the old man's influence.
A non-military major general isn't something that can be given away just like that; otherwise, if those nouveau riche could simply donate some money, military ranks would be flying everywhere.
Only someone with immense influence like Grandpa Yun would dare to say something like that.
Chen Yang didn't know the significance of this gift, but he knew it was definitely a precious one.
Even if it's just an honorary title without real power, it still counts as being a soldier. Soldiers and their families are already the country's key beneficiaries, and for a major general and his family, it goes without saying that this is a very significant honor.
Just as Chen Yang was about to thank the old man, he suddenly sensed that the outer realm was growing again. Moreover, this time the feeling of growth was very strong, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling as well, unlike before.
"The second area of the outer lands has been stabilized, and the third area is under development."
A notification suddenly appeared in the micro-world.
"What's wrong?" the old man asked.
"Oh, the outer boundary has expanded again, I can feel it," Chen Yang answered truthfully, but he didn't mention the stability of the outer boundary region.
"I think the land beyond the boundary will eventually become a new micro-world," said Grandpa Yun, a sentiment shared by most of the world's inhabitants.
"Since we're here, let's go synchronize our bodies while we're at it," Grandpa Yun said again.
"Let's all come together." Wang Bing and Jiang Yining also came over.
Chen Yang then went to the old inn to pick up Li Su'er, along with other residents of the border who were staying at the inn. Four or five vehicles traveled to and from the border area.
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