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Thinking of this, Wang Chao no longer cared about whether to activate the Breathing Technique. If Zhang Fusheng continued like this, nearly a hundred thousand people here would become souls tragically killed by him. Using the Panlong Blade or the Bone Knife Silver Stream would surely harm innocents; he could only use Zhang Fusheng's own methods against him. Wang Chao resecured the Panlong Blade on his back and, in an instant, activated the Breathing Technique.
With the Breathing Technique activated, Wang Chao's abilities increased severalfold. He could now practice the Breathing Technique continuously, even if for a short time, it represented a qualitative leap compared to before. However, time was still too short. As Zhang Fusheng himself said, given more time, Wang Chao would be able to handle him. But right now, what Wang Chao lacked was precisely that—time. China also lacked time.
In almost an instant, Wang Chao caught up with Zhang Fusheng. Seeing this, Zhang Fusheng realized that Wang Chao had activated the Breathing Technique. Wang Chao's hands moved rapidly in the air, drawing various shapes and symbols. Every move from Zhang Fusheng was completely blocked by Wang Chao! Zhang Fusheng's eyes lit up; this indicated that Wang Chao had made a significant breakthrough in his application of the Breathing Technique.
Managing a great nation is like cooking a small fish; both require attention to detail. While Zhang Fusheng may not know how to govern a country, he understood ancient martial arts well enough to see the subtlety in controlling techniques. Mastery often lies not in grand gestures but in small details—much like playing Go. A powerful and aggressive move may seem impressive and commanding, yet it can easily be countered by an unexpected small maneuver from an opponent. True control of power does not depend on how much strength one can exert but rather on how well one can manage that strength.
Using an excavator to knock down a wall may not seem impressive, but using it to pop a beer cap—that is true skill. At this moment, Wang Chao achieved just that; without harming innocents at all, he flawlessly blocked all of Zhang Fusheng's attacks. He had already reached Zhang Fusheng's side and swiftly struck out with five fingers, unleashing five streams of energy that homed in on Zhang Fusheng like guided missiles.
What appeared to be a gentle strike contained immense energy. Even Zhang Fusheng had to take this blow seriously and could not afford to be careless; he retreated four or five steps before fully dissipating Wang Chao's attack. Yet Wang Chao did not give him any chance to catch his breath; he lunged forward, his hands drawing circles in the air as waves of energy surged forth. After several exchanges, he forced Zhang Fusheng to retreat step by step while the crowd finally found a moment to escape.
Wang Chao's attacks targeted Zhang Fusheng's vital points directly. Although Zhang Fusheng began counterattacking without activating the Breathing Technique, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Wang Chao's reaction speed and strength far surpassed his own. The two engaged in a flurry of strikes that tore through the surrounding space, creating sounds of compressed air and explosions.
At this moment, while one hand of Wang Chao continued battling with Zhang Fusheng, his other hand slowly circled in front of him. This spectacle left Zhang Fusheng astonished; while it was evident that both were utilizing the Breathing Technique, he could not comprehend how Wang Chao managed it. Meanwhile, Wang Chao's technique began to take shape. To Zhang Fusheng’s eyes, what Wang Chao drew with his left hand in mid-air resembled darkness itself—something both tangible and intangible—rushing toward him at incredible speed, making him feel as though being struck by this circle would shatter him completely.
This circle was indeed bizarre—half transparent and half dark—but it conveyed an undeniable sense of danger. Following this, the circle began spinning rapidly toward a central point, generating powerful air currents before Zhang Fusheng. Remarkably, those around seemed unaffected by this phenomenon; instead, it appeared as if Zhang Fusheng had become an ordinary person.
This was the new technique that Wang Chao had developed over these past few days using the Breathing Technique. For those with weaker abilities, it seemed nonexistent because their power was too low to notice or feel it at all. Conversely, those with greater strength would experience increasingly severe damage from it. This concept stemmed from insights gleaned from Old Master Zhang's notes; Wang Chao named this technique—Tai Chi.
In Wang Chao's eyes, the notion that the strong remain strong and the weak remain weak does not exist. Everyone possesses both strength and weakness, much like light and darkness coexist. Strength and weakness are inherently interdependent. Before Wang Chao's Tai Chi, the weak transform into the strong, and the strong into the weak; darkness becomes light, and light becomes darkness. Nothing is absolute. At this moment, Zhang Fusheng is the weak one—this is the essence of Wang Chao's Tai Chi.
Wang Chao initially intended to draw out Zhang Fusheng's Breathing Technique before employing this move, but now there was no choice left.
Zhang Fusheng recognized the immense power of this technique. In an instant, Tai Chi was already before him. Then, Wang Chao heard a deafening roar and felt the space around him collapse. Following that, he saw Zhang Fusheng's body flying backward, propelled over ten meters away, soaring above the heads of the onlookers and stirring up clouds of dust.
"Run!" Wang Chao shouted to everyone.
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