Chapter 26: The Fist is Called Taiji (2/2)

  That's what he said, but Cao Peng had other plans in mind.

  Hong's family was good to them, no matter what her intentions were, but this favor would always be owed.

  It's just right to return some favor, Deng Fan wants to be honest and it's fine, if he really wants to provoke himself, Cao Peng won't let him off.

  Don't look at Cao Peng's slender body, but these days practicing Tai Chi has gradually grasped the principle of "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds" again.

  A roughneck, what's he got to be afraid of?

  So when Deng Fan appeared for a moment, Cao Peng had an idea.

  "Hey, aren't you going to help?"

  Wang Mai Zheng was fully focused, intently watching Cao Peng and Deng Fan exchange blows. In a short period of time, Cao Peng sent Deng Fan tumbling to the ground four or five times with his clever moves. Wang Mai also gained some insight from this. Unconsciously, he imitated Cao Peng on the spot, making various movements.

  "You scared me half to death!"

  Suddenly someone spoke beside him, making Wang buy a cold sweat.

  Turning her head, it was Zhang Wanzhen, who had appeared beside her at some unknown time.

  She changed into a light blue cheongsam, looking more spirited than before. She stood curiously to one side, her eyes fixed on Cao Peng who was fighting with Deng Fan. In the distance, at the edge of the woods, two men in black clothes followed, seemingly bodyguards.

  "When did you arrive?"

  Wang bought remembered Zhang Wan Zhen and also heard that day she left saying she wanted to learn boxing with Cao Peng.

  I thought she was just kidding, but she actually came...

  Rubbing his nose, Wang Mai said: "Don't worry, that big fool is no match for Ah Fu. Don't look at Ah Fu's small stature and weak strength, but when it comes to a real fight, even I feel overwhelmed. The big fool won't last long, wait until Ah Fu uses his silk-reeling technique, he'll be able to knock him dead."

  "Embroidered hand?"

  "What is that?" Zhang Wan asked curiously.

  "Hehe, I said it wouldn't work... Ah Fu said I couldn't master it... Just you wait and see, I'll definitely use it later."

  As they spoke, Deng Fan suddenly let out a miserable cry, and was once again knocked to the ground by Cao Peng.

  "You, you're using dark magic."

  Deng Fan's skin is thick, but he can't withstand Cao Peng's toss either.

  At this moment, he was thrown by Cao Peng for almost ten somersaults, and was only dizzy and blinded.

  "Cao Peng sneered, 'Good fellow, can't you hold on for a bit longer? You were boasting just now, but after just a few moves, you're already unable to withstand it. With your skills, you still dare to lecture others. I'm shorter than you, thinner than you, younger than you, and my strength is not as great as yours, yet you can't even beat me. What heroism are you pretending to have? Otherwise, obediently admit defeat to me, and I'll help you beg for mercy from your mother, then you won't need to come here again.'"

  "I'll beat you up!"

  Deng Fan was so angry that he jumped up, took off his outer garment, and shouted loudly with a bare back: "I must beat you to death today."

  "Alas, Dengtu Zi!"

  Zhang Wan's face turned red, but her eyes refused to blink even once.

  That expression of tension, curiosity and a hint of worry is especially lovely.

  Cao Peng remained calm and unhurried, slowly performing a starting pose. His hands rose from his thighs to the sides, then converged forward at shoulder height, pressing down in front of his eyebrows to his lower abdomen.

  "Brother Tiger Head, I usually let you stand guard, but you always say it's useless."

  "Look clearly, this is a pair of mandarin ducks flying together, I've taught you before... Today's just right, let you understand the benefits of this stance."

  Is this slow and clumsy fist technique really useful?

  Wang's eyes widened in surprise, his full attention focused...

  Deng Fan let out a loud roar, his hands shaped like a tiger's paws as he launched a powerful attack. But Cao Peng remained in the same stance, yet his speed suddenly increased, absorbing Deng Fan's offense and then using both arms to lock down Deng Fan's hands, before swiftly kicking him backwards with one leg. Deng Fan's body was instantly lifted off the ground and slammed into the earth. Before Deng Fan could get back up, Cao Peng seized the initiative and unleashed a double explosive kick.

  This is the shape and meaning of Song Huichen, a master of the next generation, who suddenly lifted Deng Fan's body from the ground with his shape and meaning signboard, spat out a strange mantra from his mouth, and then exerted force again, heavily throwing him to the ground. In Tai Chi boxing, there is 'the whole fist is in the starting style, one start gets momentum, one fall can't get momentum'. From the beginning, Deng Fan's moves were clearly seen by Cao Peng, which is why he succeeded with just one move.

  Deng Fan was knocked dizzy and his body felt like it had come apart, his face buried in the snow, unable to move.

  "Ah Fu, good fist!"

  Cao Peng smiled slightly, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and retreated to the side.

  It may have looked like just two blows earlier, but it almost exhausted all his strength.

  If he continued to fight, Cao Peng didn't know if he could win or not... He stretched his body and smiled: "Deng Fan, do you admit defeat?"

  Deng Fan's face was buried in the snow, silent.

  "Not satisfied? Let's do it again!"

  "I... give up!"

  Cao Peng smiled, "Alright, just wear it and be done with it."

  You don't want to come here to practice boxing, then you don't have to come over in the future. As for your mother's side, I'll help you cover it up, just don't cause trouble."

  As he spoke, he turned around and slowly walked towards Zhang Wanjin.

  Zhang Wan Zhen's two small hands were clenched into fists in front of her chest, her face was red and flushed, exuding a sense of excitement.

  "Ts'ao Kung Tzu, you're quite skilled."

  "I'm afraid I've made a fool of myself in front of you... It's so cold today, how did you come out?"

  Zhang Wan-zhen scolded, "You're such an unreliable person! Didn't you promise me the other day that you'd teach me martial arts? Hehe, I want to learn that set of moves you just used. From now on, if my brother dares to bully me again, I'll use the moves you taught me to give him a good thrashing!"

  Cao Peng was shocked!

  It must be very painful for her brother as well.

  With this little girl's cleverness, I reckon she can only bully others, and it's hard for others to bully her.

  "You want to learn, I'll teach you."

  Cao Peng smiled and said: "It's just that practicing boxing is very bitter, at the time you can't practice halfway and say it's bitter, or I might look down on you."

  "Despise?"

  "It means looking down on someone."

  Zhang Wan Zhen chuckled and said: "You're really interesting when you talk, but who despises whom is not certain yet."

  At this moment, Deng Fan suddenly sat up from the snowy ground, sitting there with his bare arms, looking a bit dull. He still couldn't figure out how he could lose to that skinny monkey, sickly weakling? Even if he had lost to Wang Mai, he would have felt somewhat better in his heart.

  "Hey, put your clothes on."

  Wang bought a smiling and laughing Deng Fan's clothes and threw them on him.

  "Ah Fu's teacher is indeed a god..."

  You lost to him, and it's not unjust at all. Don't mention you, if I hadn't been on guard against him when we fought, the result would probably be similar to yours.

  Alright, you can go now.

  A Fu is a man of his word, he said he would help you cover up and he definitely won't go back on it...

  Unexpectedly, Deng Fan stood up.

  He didn't even have time to put on his clothes, and he rushed to Cao Peng's side in three strides.

  "Lord Cao, I'm here to learn boxing from you."

  Cao Peng was also startled and hastily retreated a step, grabbing Zhang Wanjin's arm with one hand and pulling her behind him for protection.

  "What do you want to do?"

  Deng Fan said with a sincere face: "Cao Gongzi, I'm a rough person, don't take to heart what I just said..."

  "I want to learn boxing from you, no matter how hard it is, I can persist. Don't drive me away, if my mother finds out, she will definitely be very sad."

  "Didn't you just say that this fist of mine is soft and weak, and unwilling to learn?"

  "Me, me, me..."

  Deng Fan's face turned bright red, and he didn't know what to say.

  Zhang Wan Zhen stuck closely behind Cao Peng, a wave of male hormones rushed into her nose, making her heart beat wildly.

  "Lord Cao's son, he didn't know any better, so just forgive him."

  She spoke softly, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

  It was just that the two of them were too close, and the breath from his mouth and nose brushed against Cao Peng's neck, causing Cao Peng to involuntarily shiver slightly.

  "Oh... alright, you get up first and put on your clothes."

  Get up every morning before 5 am and jog over... remember, it's a slow run. We must gather here at 5 am sharp, or I won't wait."

  Deng Fan's face lit up with joy, and he nodded repeatedly.

  "Don't worry, I definitely won't be late."

  Huh......

  Deng Fan then saw Zhang Wanjin standing behind Cao Peng clearly, and his face suddenly looked very strange.

  "What's wrong?"

  "It's okay..."

  Deng Fan seemed to be at a loss for words and lowered his head.

  Cao Peng didn't mind and said to Wang Mai: "Tiger Head Brother, you teach him some basic skills first."

  "Good!"

  Wang Ma responded with a "hmm" and came up to pull Deng Fan over.

  Deng Fan turned around with a strange expression and followed Wang away...

  "Miss Zhang, may I ask how is the bellows made?"

  "Hehe, I knew you'd ask that. Don't worry, it's actually not hard to make, I finished making it yesterday."

  I just sent the bellows to your home, didn't expect you to come over for practice so early.

  "Uncle Cao let me come back and talk about how to install that bellows. Hehe, so I came over and saw you practicing your fist just now... by the way, what's the name of this fist technique? Is there any story behind it? I'm getting more and more interested in this fist technique."

  Cao Peng thought for a moment and said softly: "Born from nothingness, the mechanism of movement and stillness, the mother of yin and yang. This boxing technique is called Tai Chi!"