Just when that fierce punch was about to land on Su Fan's face,
the stationary Su Fan finally moved.
This punch was fast and fierce, but under Su Fan's divine sight, it was slowed down by dozens of times, so slow that it was almost explosive, and Su Fan could even clearly see the trajectory of the dust stirred up by the punch.
With a slight turn of his body, the punch brushed past his ear.
As everyone was surprised, Su Fan suddenly spun around.
It was a move from the basic skills of Tai Chi—Tai Chi Turning Body Whip Kick.
A vicious kick landed on the left rib cage of the chief disciple of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall
A crisp sound, the opponent's ribs were broken in several places, and like a kite with its string cut, he was sent flying back.
He landed heavily in front of Xu Lie and the others
"You, cough cough cough..."
Clutching his ribs, the man looked at Su Fan with a mix of shock and resentment, and before he could speak, blood gushed from his mouth, and he fainted.
"Big brother, big brother."
A group of disciples hurriedly checked on him.
"Don't worry, I only used twenty percent of my strength, he won't die."
As soon as these words came out, the crowd fell silent,
"Only twenty percent of his strength and he seriously injured the chief disciple of the Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall?"
Shock filled everyone's eyes.
The Chen father and daughter were the first to come to their senses.
Chen Ruoshui asked somewhat astonished,
"Dad, was that Tai Chi Turning Body Whip Kick that Su Fan just used?"
Chen Tai nodded his head belatedly, saying appreciatively,
"Indeed, it was Tai Chi Turning Body Whip Kick. His movements were casual and natural, no worse than mine. Could it be true that he memorized all the routines after watching them once, as he said that day?"
"But even if he memorized all the moves after watching them once, how could he be so cunning and skilled after only three or four days?"
The Chen father and daughter looked at each other, astonished.
Xu Lie, who had been very calm, suddenly erupted in anger.
His own chief disciple had been seriously injured by someone using only twenty percent of their strength, and that person had only learned Tai Chi a few days ago—wasn't that a slap to his own face?
"What novice at Tai Chi, what twenty percent of your strength?"
"You're just putting on a play."
"My chief disciple lost solely because he was careless."
"He only used thirty percent of his strength earlier, afraid to hurt you, but you, you used a hundred percent of your strength right from the start and that's why you injured my disciple."
"Lowly tactics, utterly despicable, acting smug after gaining an advantage."
"Today, I will teach you a lesson."
Saying so, Chen Lie put aside his pride and, filled with anger, charged towards Su Fan.
The moment he made a move, it was his signature technique, the Fiery Fire Palm.
And he used nearly all his strength, even more ruthless than when he had made a move against Chen Tai.
In that instant, Chen Lie seemed as if his body was truly engulfed in flames, with the hot air forcing the crowd to step back.
"Is this the true power of a master who has cultivated his True Qi?"
"External techniques and cultivating True Qi are on two completely different levels, with too vast a difference."
"This ignorant kid has angered Chen Lie; he's doomed."
The crowd looked at Su Fan with eyes full of pity.
Chen Tai and Chen Ruoshui, father and daughter, both shouted simultaneously.
But Su Fan did not dodge, instead planting himself firmly in a horse stance.
It was the Steady Sea Needle from the twelve routines of Tai Chi!
"Is this kid going to take that palm head-on?"
At this moment, everyone was shocked.