Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 108: A Little Showcase—Instantly Taking Down the Veteran Master

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: A Little Showcase—Instantly Taking Down the Veteran Master

It is said that at the disciple acceptance meeting, several groups of young people from various martial arts schools in Shenzhen will perform Tai Chi.

The president and some reputable masters within the association will select a few talented and insightful young individuals and offer them some guidance. It is said that there is also a martial arts competition segment, with rules similar to a ring battle. Therefore, this meeting is also called the "Shenzhen Tai Chi Association Technical Seminar and Disciple Acceptance Meeting."

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Wang Ye bought breakfast on the way, eating as he walked.

The association is only five kilometers from the hotel where he is staying.

Wang Ye strolled along the sidewalk for a while and soon arrived at the association.

Xiao Yun, who was busy moving chairs and stools in the venue, noticed Wang Ye at the entrance, quickly put down what he was doing, and eagerly ran over, pointing to a row of seats not far away:

"Chairman Wang, you can sit to the left of Chairman Wan later. Chairman Wan will arrive in a few minutes. You can rest on your seat first."

"Okay, you go ahead with your work."

Wang Ye sat down and slowly enjoyed the rest of his breakfast.

Soon, Chairman Wan and the masters within the association also arrived at the venue one after another.

Today, Wan Zonghua was wearing a pure black gown without a crease, and his graying hair was neatly combed, clearly showing his importance to this event.

He quickly came to Wang Ye’s side, bowed, and said:

"Little Master, you’re here early. Have you eaten? When the meeting starts, if any of our elder masters say anything incorrect, please bear with us. I’m afraid we’ve made a fool of ourselves."

"It’s okay, no need to be so courteous. In terms of seniority, you are the senior." Seeing the president being so respectful, Wang Ye felt a bit uncomfortable.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wan Zonghua went to talk with other masters.

It sounded like they were discussing the content of the event.

Wang Ye, on the other hand, sat in his seat, idly browsing short videos.

As more elder masters arrived at the venue,

Wang Ye could also clearly feel more gazes directed at him.

It seemed many people were puzzled about Wang Ye sitting in his seat, and some elder masters kept throwing unfriendly glances his way.

It was evident that many elder masters within the association were not convinced about a young man like Wang Ye, who lacked seniority, sitting in the position of vice president.

Some elder masters, with slightly fierce expressions, continued to glare at Wang Ye throughout.

However, Wang Ye didn’t pay much mind to these people.

After all, he was only a nominal figure here, and there was no need to maintain a relationship with the association members.

As long as these elder masters didn’t actively provoke him, he had no interest in clashing with them. After all, these seventy or eighty-year-old elders could be considered top-tier in this version. If they extorted him, he might lose hundreds of thousands.

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Soon.

The time came to nine o’clock.

Apprentices from different martial arts schools formed different formations in the venue. They each wore differently styled practice uniforms, distinguishable by colors such as black, red, purple, and white, making them easy to identify.

After the meeting began, Chairman Wan started with a lengthy and uninteresting speech on the microphone.

Then, the apprentices from the audience began their Tai Chi demonstrations one after another.

Wang Ye casually glanced at them and lost interest.

Because the power level of these apprentices was so low, they were generally at around the lv1 level.

The power level of the masters taking on disciples was decent, averaging around lv3. As the president, Wan Zonghua’s power was the most formidable among these masters, barely breaking through lv4.

Soon.

The disciple acceptance segment ended.

The staff set up a simple ring to prepare for the seminar and sparring segment.

It was said that some reputable masters in the association would spar with the purpose of "seminar and exchange" while also demonstrating for those apprentices.

Soon, several masters took turns sparring.

Although the sparring was called sparring, the Emitting Force was not heavy; it mainly focused on the forms and styles.

For those who knew what they were doing, one glance was enough to discern the power levels.

But for outsiders, the sparring’s movements appeared soft and weak, like children’s play.

Just as Wang Ye was watching the show,

a nearby master asked in an unfriendly tone:

"Vice President Wang, not planning to go up there and show off a bit?"

"And you are?" Wang Ye frowned and asked.

"My surname is Yang, and I’ve been in the association for about twenty to thirty years. I haven’t met the vice president before, and I’d like to have a seminar and exchange with you. What do you think?" Master Yang’s tone carried a hint of coldness. His eyebrows were upturned, his mouth downturned, and his nasolabial folds were deep, giving away a bad temper at first glance.

Sitting in the same seat, Wan Zonghua interrupted, saying: "Master Yang, although this young master seems young, his power is considerable. Please take note of that."

"Power level can only be confirmed on stage, right?" Master Yang snorted coldly and then turned to Wang Ye and asked: "So, Vice President, if you’re not up for sparring today, I won’t insist. But if that’s the case, it might be hard to convince everyone why you’re in this position."

"Alright, let’s just call it a bit of exercise for the bones." Wang Ye twisted his wrist.

Seeing this, Wan Zonghua didn’t try to stop him. Instead, he looked pleasantly surprised and expectant—was he finally going to see the young master in action again? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After stepping out of his seat, Wang Ye walked straight to the ring.

Master Yang, who also stepped onto the ring, stood with his hands behind his back. His gray hair moved even without wind, and his eyes were filled with indifference and disdain.

"Master, considering your age, I’ll let you make two moves first." Wang Ye slightly cupped his hands.

"Not necessary, each will show his own strength!" Master Yang’s explosive temper couldn’t stand such sarcasm. He suddenly flicked his right hand, using Tai Chi’s Bouncing and Shaking Force, making a "pachak" sound like a whipping sleeve.

As the sparring began.

Master Yang showed no courtesy and suddenly pounced forward, swinging his palm in a diagonal chop. There was no sense of seminar exchange in the momentum; rather, it felt like a street fight thug, with a rough and brutal aura.

Facing such a crude move, Wang Ye used only thirty percent of his power, using his elbow to sidestep and parry the incoming palm.

Master Yang’s right hand was brushed aside by Wang Ye, and his eyes suddenly changed.

With his two or three decades of martial arts experience, he could clearly and distinctly feel it.

He was already at a disadvantage with the first move.

"Could it be an illusion?" Master Yang stepped back two steps abruptly, his eyes showing a bit of apprehension.