Without giving Nan Qu much time to consider what the main consciousness of this world's spacetime meant, the opponent's fist came flying straight at him.
This was the first time Nan Qu had encountered a cultivator who didn't use a sword.
Despite the opponent's powerful punches, Nan Qu easily dodged their attacks.
"You're not a sword cultivator?"
Unexpectedly, the man chuckled and said, "Yes, but I don't need my sword to deal with you."
Nan Qu shook her head: "Have you forgotten what happened to those who underestimated me?"
The man remained calm: "I haven't forgotten, but I need to test your abilities. I'm not one of those people; I won't fall for your sweet talk. Take this!"
As he spoke, the man threw another punch.
Southern opera is best at dealing with this kind of hard-hitting martial arts.
Although the man's fist technique was imbued with profound cultivation, if Nan Qu hadn't possessed such strong internal energy and such powerful spiritual sense, he would have been scared away long ago.
Nan Qu remained calm and composed. Facing the whistling fist, she moved with ghostly agility. She slightly shifted her body, narrowly avoiding the fierce attack, and simultaneously lightly touched the ground with her feet, flitting around to the man's side like a dancing butterfly. The man, having missed his strike, swiftly turned, his right leg sweeping out like a whip, creating a whistling sound. Nan Qu remained unperturbed, rapidly moving her palms in front of her, forming a spiritual energy shield that easily blocked the kick.
"Hmph, you've got some skill!" The man sneered, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. He unleashed a powerful set of fist techniques, each punch carrying immense force, as if it could tear the air apart. Nan Qu, however, remained completely at ease, weaving freely through the man's flurry of punches. Sometimes she would use her small hand to strike his wrist, disrupting his rhythm; other times she would use her agile movements to make his attacks miss their mark.
"Your attacks won't hurt me," Nan Qu said softly, a hint of confidence in her voice. The man, however, remained unmoved and continued his frenzied assault. Suddenly, he roared, gathering all his spiritual energy into his right fist and slamming it towards Nan Qu. The power of this punch was immense; the surrounding air seemed to be compressed. Nan Qu's eyes narrowed; she knew she couldn't take this punch head-on. Therefore, she used a unique movement technique, instantly retreating several meters backward.
The man's fist slammed into the ground, sending dust flying and creating a shallow crater. "Is all you can do is dodge?" the man roared. Nan Qu smiled slightly: "In that case, I'll show you my skills." With that, she moved gracefully, her steps steady yet agile, and slowly raised her hands, beginning to perform Tai Chi.
With a single, seemingly effortless "starting stance," like the primordial chaos, she moved with a gentle, slow motion, yet it contained boundless mystery and power. She skillfully integrated her own spiritual energy into the movement, her aura flowing, creating a small vortex of spiritual energy around her. The man attacked again, a swift and powerful straight punch. Nan Qu remained calm, responding with "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane," her palms moving with fluid grace, perfectly redirecting the man's force to one side. The man felt his power trapped in a soft yet resilient abyss, uncontrollably shifting away.
The man then unleashed a series of powerful punches, the wind whistling through the air. Nan Qu skillfully deflected these attacks with moves like "White Crane Spreads Wings," "Embrace Knee and Twist Step," and "Play the Lute." Each of her movements was fluid and graceful, seemingly soft yet subtly sharp. She wielded the eight principles of Tai Chi—"Peng, Lu, Ji, An, Cai, Lie, Zhou, Kao"—with ease, using them to neutralize, strike, guide, and attack.
As the man unleashed a powerful punch, Nan Qu let out a soft shout and unleashed the "Sealing and Closing" technique. Her palms, like tightly shut doors, firmly blocked the man's power. Then, using the force of his blows, she used a "Cross Hand" technique to knock the man back several steps. The man regained his footing, secretly astonished. He had never seen such a peculiar technique before. It seemed slow and gentle, yet it could neutralize and counter his powerful attacks one by one.
Taking advantage of the situation, Nan Qu unleashed her "Single Whip," her palm flashing like the tip of a whip, slicing through the air and lashing at the man with a wisp of spiritual energy. The man dodged to the side, but was entangled by Nan Qu's "Cloud Hands," as if trapped in a cloud of mist, unable to escape. Nan Qu continuously changed her Tai Chi moves, her divine sense firmly locked onto the man's every action, predicting the direction of his attacks. Her spiritual energy circulated endlessly within her body, providing continuous support for her moves.
The man gradually realized that Nan Qu's Tai Chi was no ordinary martial art. He attempted to change tactics, using speed to counter slowness, unleashing a more swift and powerful set of punches. However, Nan Qu remained calm and composed, responding to every change with unwavering resolve. She deeply understood that the essence of Tai Chi lay in using stillness to control movement and softness to overcome hardness. No matter how the man's attacks changed, she could always neutralize them with the appropriate moves at the right moment and seize the opportunity to counterattack. The battle reached a stalemate, the two figures crisscrossing across the arena, their spiritual energy flashing intermittently, drawing the attention of the surrounding spectators who gasped in amazement.
At this moment, the guests standing on the viewing platform, the elders of the Xuanjian Sect, and the peak masters of each peak couldn't help but shake their heads when they saw this scene.
"If Xiang Hui doesn't use our sect's sword technique soon, he's likely to lose."
“This girl is indeed formidable. Although I don’t know where she learned such a unique skill, she has clearly mastered it to perfection. Although Xiang Hui is not weak, his brute force and lack of strategy will likely make it difficult for him to win,” an elder said, stroking his beard with a worried expression.
"This fist technique appears gentle and slow, but it is actually subtle and ingenious. Every move contains profound martial arts philosophy. Xiang Hui is too reckless. He only knows how to rely on his own cultivation and powerful fist technique, but he has failed to understand the subtlety of this technique. It is truly unwise." Another peak master echoed.
The peak master of Xuanjian Peak couldn't help but curse: "That brat, he completely forgot what she said yesterday."
Yesterday, the Xuanjian Peak Master had already devised a strategy to counter Nanqu's moves.
He had witnessed the match between Nan Qu and He Lianfei yesterday. He knew that if he were to compete with the girl, he would undoubtedly lose in terms of martial arts.
Although he didn't know where this girl had learned those martial arts techniques, he was certain that she was a veteran of countless battles. They were no match for her in swordsmanship.
To defeat her, you can't use melee attacks; you can only use ranged attacks.
Use your strengths to exploit her weaknesses.
In other words, it's a contest of cultivation level.
Although Nanqu had a high level of experience, she was no match for him in terms of cultivation.
In the past, those magic cultivators were no match for the sword cultivators. But against this little girl, your swordsmanship is completely useless. On the contrary, magic cultivators might be able to defeat her.
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