Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 45 The Atmosphere in the Fist
Upon arriving at a secluded courtyard in the backyard, Sun Weiyue personally brewed tea to entertain him.

After several rounds of tea, he suddenly asked, "Brother Han's swordsmanship is superb; you must have received the true teachings of Master Wang Wu. I wonder if you've come here today simply for a friendly exchange, or if you have other instructions for me?"

Han Yun put down his teacup and said frankly, "To be honest, I have traveled all over the world to learn from others. I have come here today for two reasons: first, to verify what I have learned, and second, to ask about the way of the expansion and contraction of Qi."

Upon hearing this, Sun Weiyue's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Oh? Brother Han actually knows the secrets of my Sun family?"

“When the senior Sun Lutang integrated the three styles of boxing, he proposed the theory of the expansion and contraction of Qi, which I admire greatly.”

Han Yun cupped his hands and said, "I wonder if Patriarch Sun would be so kind as to offer his guidance?"

Sun Weiyue laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Of course, but I wonder how skilled Brother Han is?"

Han Yun stretched out a palm and gently pressed it on the table, leaving a clear indentation, but the area around the palm print remained unaffected.

Sun Weiyue was astonished to see this. He never expected that the successor of Wang Wu, the Great Saber, would have such palm power. In particular, his control over the innate Qi was just right, which was truly rare!

Driven by a sense of excitement at the sight of his prey, Sun Weiyue moved swiftly, delivering a seemingly slow but actually incredibly fast palm strike. The palm moved like swirling, ever-changing clouds, leaving behind several afterimages – a technique known as the "Cloud Hands" in Tai Chi.

Han Yun neither dodged nor yielded, accurately catching the cloud hand, his soft palm containing a sharp, needle-like force, facing the other's palms.

The two exchanged several blows within a small space without making a sound, which is the principle of not letting their strength leak out.

It is both soft and strong, both light and heavy.

The countless changes in force within it are just like the scene when Ip Man and Master Gong broke a pancake back then.

A glint flashed in Sun Weiyue's eyes, and his moves suddenly changed, switching to the Baguazhang's wandering footwork, his figure swirling around Han Yun like a ghost.

Han Yun remained calm and composed, firmly guarding the central palace.

Maintaining the status quo.

His mastery of the Cotton Palm technique was so skillful that it combined softness and strength, flowing smoothly like a stream, almost reaching perfection.

"Cotton palm?"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Weiyue affirmed, "It's still Shaolin Cotton Palm, excellent skill!"

Han Yun humbly replied, "The principles of Tai Chi are not as profound as those of the Sun family. Please excuse my poor performance."

Suddenly, Sun Weiyue let out a long roar, and his fist technique changed again. The "Beng Quan" of Xingyi Quan was struck out like thunder!
This punch may seem simple, but it actually contains the essence of Xingyi, Bagua, and Taiji, which is the secret of the Sun family: "Three Fists in One"!
Han Yun's eyes gleamed brightly. Instead of retreating, he advanced and met the attack with a punch of his own. The two fists collided, producing a metallic clang, and the shockwave whipped up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, creating a vortex.

If the previous contest between the two was like an undercurrent, then the current one is like a raging torrent, with thousands of waves crashing against it, making it extremely dangerous.

Sun Weiyue took three steps back, his face showing surprise: "I had only heard that Senior Wang Wu's swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, but I never expected that his successor's fist and foot skills were also so accomplished!"

Han Yun stopped his stance, cupped his hands, and said, "Patriarch Sun, you flatter me. That punch just now was truly a master's teaching, and I have benefited greatly from it."

Sun Weiyue laughed heartily: "Brother Han, there's no need to be so modest. May I witness Senior Wang Wu's swordsmanship once more?"

Han Yun readily agreed, and the two went to the center of the training ground. Upon hearing the news, the Sun family disciples gathered around, excitedly watching the competition.

Sun Weiyue assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi, his entire body exuding a harmonious and unified aura, as if he were one with heaven and earth. Han Yun, on the other hand, drew only his white calf saber, standing horizontally with the blade gleaming with a faint white light.

"Please!" Before the words were even finished, Sun Weiyue had already approached like a dragon, his palm strikes gentle yet containing immense power. Han Yun's blade took an unorthodox approach, using skill to overcome force; the blade's light, as white as snow, intertwined with Sun Weiyue's palm shadow.

Amidst the flashing blades and clashing palms, the two figures moved in perfect harmony, as natural as flowing water.

Sun Weiyue's Tai Chi Cloud Hands technique is like a needle hidden in cotton, often concealing deadly intent within seemingly gentle palm winds; Han Yun's sword moves with him, displaying a powerful and expansive style with a single sword, yet revealing exquisite skill in the details.

The Sun family disciples watching were mesmerized. One of them whispered, "This person can wield Senior Wang Wu's swordsmanship so skillfully. No wonder the patriarch values ​​him so highly."

Suddenly, Sun Weiyue changed his moves, his body shifting as if the eight trigrams were aligned, his figure moving like a ghost, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

Seeing this, Han Yun changed his sword stance, using the tip of his sword to touch the ground and leap into the air, avoiding Sun Weiyue's series of attacks.

"it is good!"

Sun Weiyue gave a thumbs-up and continued to chase after them without stopping. The two exchanged several blows in mid-air, and when they landed, they had switched positions.

The moment Han Yun landed, his blade shifted, resembling a green dragon swishing its tail. This seemingly sweeping strike actually contained thirteen variations, the blade light swirling towards Sun Weiyue like a bolt of lightning.

The blade's white light shone like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Sun Weiyue remained calm and composed, drawing circles with both hands and gently brushing them aside like a willow branch. He used the Tai Chi movement of "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail" to neutralize the fierce attack of the blade. Guided by the force, the blade's energy deflected away like flowing water.

The blade energy fell to the ground, leaving behind a scene of devastation, as if it had been struck by a thousand cuts.

The two separated immediately upon contact, each taking three steps back to stand still.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Sun Weiyue's forehead was slightly sweaty. Seeing that Han Yun was still handling things with ease, he stared at Han Yun for a moment, then suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Han, you should use your real skills!"

Sun Weiyue knew the power of Han Yun's longsword, but after the probing exchange just now, the opponent's strength was so great that he couldn't even get a point in front of the door.

Wang Wu's sword technique has always been known for its unparalleled ferocity, so when did it become so agile?
Han Yun smiled slightly: "That is indeed my wish, I dare not ask!"

This time, Sun Weiyue's aura changed drastically, and a faint white light emanated from his body. The fierceness of Xingyi Quan and the agility of Bagua Zhang were unified by Tai Chi and perfectly integrated.

Han Yun no longer held back. Pure white qi rose from the blade, soaring into the sky. It was thick and sharp, like a vast cloud of flames, more than three zhang long, just like a small person holding a large knife.

In fact, Han Yun wasn't originally this powerful. It was only recently that he obtained an inner core, which solidified his innate Qi, causing a tremendous change that led to a surge in his strength.

They've already surpassed those ten elders!

Sun Weiyue swallowed hard, braced himself, and shouted, "Come on!"

His fists and palms displayed a myriad of powerful movements, perfectly embodying the principle of starting from emptiness as described by the elder Sun Lutang.

Unfortunately, he still hadn't reached the state of returning to emptiness; otherwise, Han Yun's sword aura alone wouldn't have been a problem for him.

The Sun family disciples watching were dumbfounded; they had never seen such a high-level competition in their lives.

The two faced off for a moment, then suddenly attacked at the same time!
Sun Weiyue's fist strikes were like a dragon, his body like lightning; the combined power of his three punches caused the ground to tremble slightly. White light condensed around him, forming a vortex at the tip of his fist, with faint sounds of wind and thunder.

(End of this chapter)