Su Fan's figure was like a kite with broken strings, flying backward before falling outside the arena.
Visible to the naked eye, his solid chest had caved in, numerous ribs broken, with blood spurting violently in front of him, a scene of extreme severity.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Lying on the ground, Su Fan spat out blood, trying to stand up but unable to summon any strength.
Su Fan felt a mix of grief and helplessness in his heart.
After merging with Su Ya, he had also reached the realm of burst energy, but lacking real battle experience, there was still a gap between him and someone like Wang Tongshan, who had emerged hardened from the fighting in the Jianghu.
"Lost, has Chairman Su lost?"
"Even Chairman Su is no match for him, could it be that today our Yang City martial arts world will really be suppressed by this villain alone?"
Xu Lie looked on with sorrowful indignation, yet felt powerless.
The martial arts practitioners of Yang City were all silently mournful at this moment.
Only Zhao Long of the Blood Wolf Gang looked pleased, laughing coldly with satisfaction.
"Su, you and my Blood Wolf Gang made enemies. Did you ever think of today?"
"This detestable Zhao Long..."
From behind the crowd, in the corner of the wall, a woman with an explosive figure and a cold demeanor, her eyes icy, was about to step forward.
"Miss, you mustn't..."
An old man held her back.
"The Divine Doctor saved my life; I cannot just stand by and do nothing."
This woman was Lin Qianjiao, the leader of the Baihua Society.
The old man beside her spoke calmly.
"I understand the miss's sentiments, but, Wang Tongshan's cultivation is profound. Even if we intervene, it will be of no help."
"With the Snow Wolf Gang receiving such support, it's their time. We mustn't conflict with them now."
"I hope the miss will consider the bigger picture."
Hearing the old man's words, Lin Qianjiao clenched her fists tightly, ultimately deciding to choose self-preservation.
Wang Tongshan leaped forward, rushing to stand before Su Fan.
Looking down from above with an indifferent expression, he gazed at Su Fan.
"After ten years of seclusion, I cultivated a killing move. To die under this strike of mine, you won't be wronged."
"To tell you the truth, having practiced martial arts for many years, you are the most talented person I have ever seen, but what of it?"
"In the face of absolute power, talent is not worth mentioning."
"Now, let me send you on your way."
As he spoke, Wang Tongshan raised his right leg, viciously stomping toward Su Fan, poised to take his life.
"I can't, I haven't fulfilled my grandfather's last wish, I cannot die,"
In a moment between life and death.
The Tai Ji Jade Pendant that Chen Tai gave to Su Fan, which he wore around his neck, was stained red with his blood and merged directly into Su Fan's body.
Right as Wang Tongshan's foot was less than an inch from the face of Su Fan lying on the ground, a terrifying black and white air stream burst from Su Fan's body.
Wang Tongshan inwardly cursed his luck.
The next moment, he was forced to retreat repeatedly.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
He flipped over and smashed several tables and only stopped when he hit a wall, his figure finally coming to a halt.
His back smashed into the concrete wall, creating a depression over an inch deep, as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Such powerful True Qi, what's going on?"
"This kid is strange."
Ignoring his own injuries, Wang Tongshan stared intently at Su Fan, surrounded by the swirling black and white Qi, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.
The spectators were also stunned.
Now floating a yard above the ground, Su Fan's figure resembled a strange yin-yang Sun, emanating a powerful aura that made it difficult for anyone to breathe.
At this moment, Su Fan was in incredible pain.
The black and white Qi chaotically coursed through Su Fan's body.
Eventually, in Su Fan's dantian, one black and one white, two Yin-Yang fishes formed.
At the same time, a substantial amount of information surged into Su Fan's mind.
"Yin-Yang True Martial Technique."
Now, Su Fan's mind contained mysteries of Tai Ji that even Chen Tai had never heard of.
The sacred place of Tai Ji is Mt. Wudang, and the Golden Summit of Wudang is the mythological abode of the True Martial Emperor.
At this moment, in Su Fan's mind, many incredible and wondrous images appeared.
He seemed to truly feel the scenes of True Martial performance, coveted by countless martial artists.
In his mind, at this moment, there was indeed an ethereal figure of a divine sage, continuously practicing the Tai Ji cultivation techniques.
These Tai Ji techniques were the supreme true teachings long lost in the Wudang lineage.
Many of his confusions about Tai Ji suddenly cleared, and he achieved complete enlightenment!
At this moment, he truly received the Tai Ji legacy.