233: Chapter 231: You Are My Idol 233: Chapter 231: You Are My Idol Fang Yishui’s Military Combination Punches had indeed achieved some results, though they didn’t give her a substantial advantage, they did force Ye Dayong to pay a bit more attention in the fight.
Fang Yishui had a good foundation and grounding, yet she was lacking experience, and it was clear that she was at a considerable disadvantage in terms of strength.
It was evident that although Fang Yishui had practiced from a young age and exercised daily, her training had been superficial and clearly lacked strength-building exercises.
Dealing with ordinary people would have been easy for Fang Yishui, but unfortunately, she was up against a master, which naturally revealed her shortcomings.
Ye Dayong, even though he was seriously countering every move, still had a relaxed expression on his face, even laughing as he said, “Miss Fang, I always said you practice fancy but impractical moves, which are quite pretty to look at as a performance.
“But combat is about utility, just like the profound meaning of Jeet Kune Do: fast, accurate, fierce.
Our Taekwondo emphasizes the most direct and practical combat techniques.
So, it’s not that I look down on National Arts, but in terms of practicality, they really don’t measure up.
Miss Fang, show me whatever techniques you have left, otherwise, I can start counterattacking.”
“Hmph, you who idolize the foreign and disdain our own, dare to look down on the National Arts of Huaxia Country, I must show you the true power of our arts!” Fang Yiye was an absolute supporter of National Arts, and she was exceptionally angry at this moment.
“People are entitled to their opinions, and you can believe that if you like, but you can’t force me to agree with you,” said Ye Dayong.
Fang Yiye changed her technique from Military Fist to the close-combat Wing Chun.
Wing Chun emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness and striking with force within short distances.
A series of “Sun Character” thrust punches indeed forced Ye Dayong to continuously block and retreat.
After all, his skin was thick and his flesh was tough, so taking a few punches wouldn’t pose any problem.
Tangyu’s lips curled up slightly as he said, “Begin.”
This was the code Tangyu and Fang Yishui had agreed upon.
Fang Yishui, upon receiving Tangyu’s cue, didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately executed those three moves.
Although only the first move of these three could be considered well-crafted, at that moment she was filled with immense confidence and didn’t care about its effectiveness.
The first move was actually a starting position, also a common technique in Tai Chi.
Of course, what Tangyu had taught her was very different from those techniques.
Although the form might not differ much, the profound meaning was worlds apart.
At that moment, Fang Yishui was completely immersed in the consciousness of her cultivation, nearly reaching a state of self-forgetfulness.
“Hmm,” Ye Dayong frowned deeply, a flash of confusion crossing his eyes as he looked at Fang Yishui.
He thought Tai Chi, a method he deemed utterly impractical for real combat and good only for fitness, was being used to spar with him?
With such slow movements, he could stand still and it still wouldn’t reach him.
As Ye Dayong hesitated, Fang Yishui’s palm had already hit him.
It appeared soft, just like a slow push of the palm, but Ye Dayong didn’t take it seriously at all and laughed as he moved forward to meet the blow with his chest.
“Boom—”
However, it wasn’t long before Ye Dayong’s expression changed.
Fang Yishui’s seemingly soft palm hit his chest, yet it felt as if a massive stone had smashed into him.
A powerful force surged into his chest, causing a huge shock that almost broke his ribs.
This shock nearly made him spit blood, and his chest ached tremendously, even making breathing difficult.
As soon as one palm fell, another was on its way.
With the lesson from just a moment ago, Ye Dayong dared not let Fang Yishui hit him again.
However, when he tried to dodge, he discovered that the originally slow-moving palm had followed like a shadow and slammed down.
“Boom—”
Another firm palm struck, and Ye Dayong’s chest felt congested, blood almost reaching his throat.
His body involuntarily retreated, taking five steps back before he could barely stabilize himself.
Ye Dayong was greatly shocked and his face changed dramatically.
He looked at Fang Yishui with a hint of horror in his eyes.
He really hadn’t expected that the apparently weak and ineffective palm could be so fierce and terrifying.
If a couple more of those palms came his way, he was certain to spit blood and probably break a few ribs.
He was also very puzzled.
How could such a fragile girl like Fang Yishui exert such terrifying power?
Could it really be that the Tai Chi-like technique from before had some magical effect of “using four ounces to move a thousand pounds”?
He had certainly heard of such things before, but he had never really believed them, thinking they were just exaggerated on TV.
But having experienced it himself today, his mind was filled with countless doubts.
He had always been skeptical about National Arts, always feeling that they were exaggerated and overly glorified on TV, not as effective as imagined.
Thus, since he began practicing Taekwondo, he had completely lost his fondness for National Arts.
Yet he never expected that today he would be beaten by a young girl to the point of nearly spitting blood.
This shock was undoubtedly like a thunderclap exploding in his mind.
Having executed just the first move and seeing Ye Dayong retreat, Fang Yishui was as shocked as him, her eyes wide open.
She had merely tapped Ye Dayong’s chest casually, so how had it produced such incredible power?
The miraculous effect truly astonished her, it was completely beyond her expectations.
Having succeeded with the first move, Fang Yishui’s confidence had greatly increased, she continued directly to the second move, which she had never successfully executed before.
Somehow, she felt an inexplicable confidence at the moment, as if she could seamlessly execute the second move.
Comparatively, the second move was much more complex than the first.
Ye Dayong, who had just steadied himself and had not yet calmed the shock in his heart, saw Fang Yishui launching another attack towards him.
This time, Ye Dayong dared not be the slightest bit negligent, and was fully alert.
His chest still throbbed painfully, unbearably so, as if he had been harshly struck by a truck.
What made Ye Dayong’s gaze sharpen suddenly was that Fang Yishui had almost instantly closed the distance to him.
Ye Dayong swung his fist to counter, but a very strange thing happened, Fang Yishui’s technique was bizarre and unique, sticking to his arm like a water snake, it slid directly towards his chest.
Again?
Ye Dayong was startled, his scalp tingling involuntarily.
“Bang!”
It was indeed inevitable, and there was no blocking it.
Ye Dayong, with eyes widened, could only watch helplessly as Fang Yishui’s soft fist transformed into something akin to an iron fist, smashing down onto his chest.
Already reeling from the severe shock, this punch made Ye Dayong unable to bear it any longer.
His chest churned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Fang Yishui’s leg moved too, sweeping across.
She knocked Ye Dayong down to the ground and he landed heavily on the lawn.
After completing the two moves, she had achieved such a miraculous effect.
Beyond being shocked, Fang Yishui’s face broke into a smile as wide as a blooming flower, exhilarated she laughed heartily, “Haha, Ye Dayong, you lose.
How about it, are the National Arts more formidable, or is your Taekwondo more formidable?
Do you admit it now?”
Ye Dayong, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to stand up, appearing rather disheveled.
Wiping the blood from his lip, his expression was as ghastly as if he had lost his parents.
At this moment, he had none of the arrogance or boldness he had before.
Even though he was reluctant to accept it internally, he had no choice but to admit defeat.
To lose was to lose; any excuse would be weak and ineffective.
“Humph, see if you dare to be arrogant in front of this lady again.
You’re just the vice-chairman of the Taekwondo and Sanda Association, what’s so great about that?
You still suffered a bitter defeat at my hands.
Let’s see if you dare claim Taekwondo is superior to National Arts ever again.”
Fang Yishui was incredibly delighted and comfortable in her heart, even happier than if she had won five million in a lottery.
She had been ardently devoted to National Arts since childhood and was obsessed with martial arts practice.
For those who loved martial arts, it was their soul, sacred and inviolable.
So when she heard Ye Dayong belittle National Arts, she was indeed extremely angry.
Now that she had used National Arts to completely defeat Ye Dayong, she naturally felt immensely satisfied.
Ye Dayong gritted his teeth in secret, clutching his chest as he left in a dejected manner.
After Ye Dayong had left, Fang Yishui immediately turned to Tangyu and exclaimed, “Haha, Master, you are my idol!
This technique is truly amazing.” Saying this, Fang Yishui even somewhat arrogantly leapt onto Tangyu, excitedly jumping and hugging him, completely oblivious to the impropriety of a woman making such contact with a man.
Being hugged so forcefully by Fang Yishui, Tangyu couldn’t help feeling secretly thrilled.
His chest was pressed by two soft masses, rubbing against him, indescribably comfortable.
This was the first time a girl had ever hugged him so proactively.
A woman’s body is a delightful mystery, a feeling that men long to embrace.
It was hard to blame Tangyu for taking advantage of the situation.
“Young lady, you should be a bit more reserved,” Tangyu said this, yet his hands involuntarily moved to Fang Yishui’s back, seeking to hug her tighter and closer.
As his hands stroked Fang Yishui’s back, a soft sensation came over him, leaving his hands tingling.
Once the excitement had passed, Fang Yishui came back to her senses, quickly letting go of Tangyu, her face flushing with shyness.
While happiness was fleeting, it was also profoundly intriguing.
“Master, this Tai Chi technique is really, really amazing.
I felt like my palm strike was very soft and weak, yet it made Ye Dayong, such a robust man, spit blood.
That must have required tremendous force,” Fang Yishui said excitedly, looking at Tangyu curiously and puzzled.
“The universe is full of profound mysteries.
Tai Chi is one kind of profound meaning.
These things are still beyond your reach for now.
Once you can perform the three moves, I’ll explain them to you.
Talking about them now is pointless.
You have one more month; keep pushing.
You did well just now and managed to perform the second move; with three to five more days of practice, you should be adept at handling both the first and second moves.
If you can keep progressing at this rate, I believe you can master all three moves within a month,” Tangyu advised.
The actual combat just now had brought out Fang Yishui’s potential, allowing her to execute the second move, and her talent was indeed commendable.
With such talent, mastering the three moves within a month was highly probable.
Fang Yishui pursed her lips, knowing that Tangyu certainly wouldn’t reveal more, so she just let it go and decided to ask again next time.
However, she was very excited about the miraculous nature of the three moves.
Clenching her fist, she thought to herself that she needed to practice diligently to become a female martial hero one day.
Next time, she would be challenging the president of the Taekwondo and Sanda Association alone.
Thinking about this made Fang Yishui incredibly excited and even more enthusiastic about training.