Chapter 7: Tai Chi vs. Soft Technique

"Soul skill?" 

Cheng Xiao, engrossed in his earlier intense fight, did not notice the power emanating from Tai Chi. Xiao Wu's sudden question caught him off guard.

"Yeah, yeah!" Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly, pointing to a bowl-sized pit not far away. "Look, just now you swung like this, and 'boom,' it created that."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu imitated Cheng Xiao's motion of embracing a sparrow's tail. It looked awkward but strangely cute.

Looking in the direction Xiao Wu pointed, Cheng Xiao's eyes revealed surprise. Could Tai Chi produce such an effect? He had been too immersed earlier, thinking that Tai Chi only compensated for innate deficiencies, but now it seemed Tai Chi was much more.

Was Tai Chi considered a soul skill, or was it a kind of meditation technique?

For a moment, Cheng Xiao couldn't figure it out. What exactly was the result of combining Tai Chi and meditation?

"Well..." Cheng Xiao mumbled.

Xiao Wu tilted her head, her eyes rolling, clearly up to something mischievous.

"What do you want?" Cheng Xiao raised a slight alert, leaning back slightly, keeping a distance from this mischievous spirit.

Who knew what ideas were swirling in her head. This little girl had become a big sister at school, and she was full of surprises.

"Hehe!" Xiao Wu immediately held Cheng Xiao's hand, swaying her body coquettishly. "I want to see the power! Is that okay?"

Could you resist when a cute bunny-eared girl flirted with you?

Cheng Xiao smirked: His heart was made of stone.

"No, it's not ready yet..." Cheng Xiao shook his head, refusing.

Indeed, it wasn't fully mature. This combination of Tai Chi and the method of meditative luck was his first attempt and not perfect. He couldn't be sure if he could re-enter that "selfless and formless" state.

Such a state was unpredictable and couldn't be sought after. It was just a coincidence from the first encounter, impossible to replicate perfectly.

It was like the unique feeling when someone tasted a particular delicacy for the first time. No matter how many times they experienced it later, they could never recapture that initial sensation.

Therefore, he needed to study it carefully, make more adjustments based on this meditation method, and better align it with Tai Chi.

It was said that the breathing techniques of Eight Trigram Palms in his previous life were completely different from those of Tai Chi, and even various schools of Tai Chi, such as Yang Style Tai Chi, Wu Style Tai Chi, etc., had significant differences in their breathing techniques.

Could Yu Xiaogang's meditation technique be a high-level product that could be universally adapted?

Obviously not.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang's meditation method still had many errors. There were many difficult acupoints to bypass in the twelve meridians. In his eyes, this meditation method was not perfect enough.

Xiao Wu was unaware of Cheng Xiao's concerns. Seeing that her coquetry wasn't working, she blinked, and a glint of mischief sparkled in her watery eyes.

Cheng Xiao's heart skipped a beat; something was off. He quickly tried to pull away from Xiao Wu's hand, attempting to retreat.

However, it was too late. Xiao Wu firmly held onto his hand, unwilling to let him go. She was curious about Cheng Xiao's previously soft yet powerful soul skill. Since Cheng Xiao refused to show it, she decided to try it herself.

"Hehe, watch this!"

Xiao Wu, light and flexible, lifted her leg and placed it on Cheng Xiao's arm. In the blink of an eye, she stepped up while swiftly wrapping her other leg around Cheng Xiao's neck like a snake.

"You cheeky girl, you're serious!" Cheng Xiao exclaimed.

He had seen Xiao Wu almost break someone's bones with this soft technique. If Tang San wasn't careful, he might have fallen victim to Xiao Wu's moves.

Seeing that Xiao Wu showed no intention of stopping, Cheng Xiao quickly responded. He grabbed onto Xiao Wu's firm yet supple thigh, blocking her attack. If he didn't, Xiao Wu would have successfully executed her soft lock, and Cheng Xiao would be left dizzy and disoriented.

However, Cheng Xiao's response was too hasty and didn't have much effect. Xiao Wu's soft and snake-like slender waist twisted and turned. Taking advantage of Cheng Xiao's force, she lifted her other leg in a twisted posture, wrapping it around Cheng Xiao's neck from the other side, attempting to lock him in a chokehold.

If completely locked around the neck, Cheng Xiao would undoubtedly lose all resistance, forced to endure Xiao Wu's onslaught.

In an instant, Cheng Xiao's mind went blank, almost instinctively. The left hand, clamped by Xiao Wu's hands, lifted, the forearm blocking Xiao Wu's waist and abdomen, while the right hand, touching Xiao Wu's thigh, exerted force.

In a fleeting moment, Xiao Wu felt as if Cheng Xiao, under the clamp of her legs, turned into a soft and fluffy cotton, impossible to grasp, leaving her strength futile.

"Tai Chi Cloud Hands!"

Suddenly, Cheng Xiao's entire body, muscles and bones seemed to achieve a strange synergy. Though Cheng Xiao's movements were gentle, for some reason, a tremendous force emanated from the left forearm, penetrating the twisted waist and abdomen of Xiao Wu.

As the force rose from the waist, once it invaded, almost half of Xiao Wu's entire strength mysteriously dissipated.

Coordinating with the force from his right hand, Cheng Xiao directly threw Xiao Wu's body away.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu exclaimed, her face heading towards the ground.

"Oh no!"

Seeing Xiao Wu's tumbling posture, Cheng Xiao's eyelids jumped. He quickly retracted his hands, grabbing onto Xiao Wu's slender ankle that he could grasp.

The fair and tender skin felt somewhat smooth, but under Cheng Xiao's nervousness, he had no time to appreciate this wonderful sensation. The other hand followed suit, climbing up and catching Xiao Wu's waist, pulling her back.

The exchange of forces made Xiao Wu crash into Cheng Xiao's arms. The petite body, seemingly boneless, conveyed the delightful sensation of a girl's soft figure to every corner of Cheng Xiao's brain, making him involuntarily sigh with guilt.

"Hehe, you fell for it!"

Thinking it was over, Cheng Xiao, embracing Xiao Wu, couldn't help but relax. However, to his surprise, Xiao Wu's playful voice made Cheng Xiao's spirits tense once again.

"Swoosh!"

With a toss of her head, Xiao Wu's scorpion braid directly wound around Cheng Xiao's neck. As Cheng Xiao's arm relaxed, the soft sensation disappeared, and his arm was instantly entangled, unable to move.

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

Xiao Wu leaped up, her legs reaching and pressing against Cheng Xiao's lower abdomen. Her upper body suddenly arched back, the scorpion braid and both hands pulling back forcefully.

Enhanced by the Soul Skill, Xiao Wu's waist strength doubled. A massive force lifted Cheng Xiao off the ground, causing him to lose balance. Xiao Wu, letting go with both hands, used the force of her legs to send Cheng Xiao flying.

Cheng Xiao's body soared, and he couldn't help but curse silently. She actually used a Soul Skill in a friendly match, and he didn't even have a single soul ring skill now!

Isn't this bullying the honest guy?

"No way to let go!"

Cheng Xiao had observed this move countless times when Tang San fought against Xiao Wu. He had long considered many countermeasures.

Almost the moment Xiao Wu let go, Cheng Xiao's hands, like agile snakes, reached out, entwining Xiao Wu's arms. Together with Xiao Wu, he flew backward.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu was stunned by this response. For a moment when her body was airborne, her mind went blank. But soon, Xiao Wu regained consciousness, stepping on Cheng Xiao's leverage, trying to break free from his restraint.

However, for some reason, no matter how Xiao Wu reacted, Cheng Xiao seemed boneless, turning around to embrace her. Like a soft water, he wrapped her tightly, making it difficult to escape.

"It's this soft and fluffy strength again!"

For a moment, Xiao Wu was frustrated by this strange force that she couldn't shake off or break free from.