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

Chapter 49 Refining Power Like Silk
Yang Baoquan flipped in the air and landed steadily, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

He stared at Han Yun and said in a deep voice, "Such impressive skills, young brother, from whom did you learn your craft?"

Han Yun smiled slightly, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Master Yang, you flatter me. I only know a little bit about wrestling, it was just a fluke."

The audience erupted in uproar; no one had expected that this seemingly frail young man could throw wrestling champion Yang Baoquan to the ground with a single move.

Some were amazed, some were skeptical, and some whispered among themselves, speculating about Han Yun's identity.

Yang Baoquan took a deep breath and re-examined Han Yun. Having immersed himself in this field for many years, he naturally realized that Han Yun was no ordinary person.

That fall just now, though seemingly simple, actually contained an extremely skillful application of force, and could not be explained by the word "luck".

"Young man, you're too modest," Yang Baoquan said with a smile. "Since you possess such skill, how about we exchange a few more moves?"

Han Yun nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking."

The two men assumed their stances again, this time Yang Baoquan being even more cautious. He moved his feet lightly, his hands seemingly spread out like eagle claws, searching for Han Yun's weakness, but in reality, his footwork was agile and varied; Zhili wrestling was known for its hook kicks.

Han Yun stood still, his legs firmly planted like two pillars, his mind at ease, seemingly full of flaws yet also seemingly without any flaws.

There's a saying in wrestling: "Reaching for the sky and piercing the sun." What does that mean?

Most wrestlers are strong and robust, standing there like a white jade pillar supporting the sky, with their feet firmly on the ground and their heads reaching the sun. When still, they have a majestic and steady presence, and when about to move, they have the power to shake mountains and shatter peaks.

While wrestling may seem to rely on hand techniques, this is not the case. True power originates from the feet, using the legs, moving to the waist with a turning motion, and utilizing the arms and hands.

A throw and a pull, a twist and a push, subtly embody the principle of leveraging strength and gentleness. The strong can uproot mountains and lift tripods, while the gentle can use primordial energy to hold a water ball in their palm.

Therefore, the tradition of wrestling emphasizes three aspects: a stable lower body, excellent hand skills, and skillful application of force.

However, in addition to these three, Zhili fast wrestling also emphasizes the technique of hooking the ankle, which is specifically designed to deal with those who lack lower body strength. The hooking leg can even be used as flexibly as the palms.

In addition, wrestlers are generally strong and heavy, making it difficult for them to maintain their balance. Therefore, Zhili fast wrestling rarely suffers defeats compared to other wrestling techniques.

Therefore, it was considered unorthodox and heretical by its peers, hence the derogatory nickname "lackey" or "dog's leg".

Of course, this is relative. If one's lower body is as stable as a mountain, it will be of no use for the opponent to find weaknesses.

After circling Han Yun several times, Yang Baoquan finally moved.

His right hand, like a hook, aimed straight at Han Yun's chest.

This move appears fierce, but it is actually a feint. The real killing move is hidden behind. As soon as Han Yun blocks or dodges, or moves his feet, he will immediately change his move and use a hook leg technique to attack his lower body.

However, Han Yun did not dodge or avoid, but instead took half a step forward, placed his left hand on Yang Baoquan's right wrist, and then gently supported his waist with his right hand, and pushed him away.

This seemingly casual gesture caused Yang Baoquan to stagger forward a few steps involuntarily.

He steadied himself and turned to fight again.

Although Zhili fast wrestling is famous for its hook kicks, his hand skills are equally impressive. Yang Baoquan changed moves extremely quickly, his hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers, successively using techniques such as "golden thread wrapping the wrist" and "jade belt around the waist".

But no matter how much Yang Baoquan pushed, shoved, and pulled, he couldn't budge Han Yun an inch.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yang Baoquan's forehead. He had been studying wrestling for over thirty years and had never encountered such a strange opponent. No matter how hard he exerted himself, Han Yun's feet seemed to be integrated with the ring, remaining completely still.

The audience noticed something amiss, and the murmurs grew louder. "How come Master Yang can't even move a young man?"

"That's strange, is this young man's feet rooted to the ground?"

Little did they know, this was all about the skill of applying force. After reading Sun Lutang's "The True Meaning of Boxing" and combining it with his own practical learning, Han Yun's control over force had reached an unbelievable level.

Although he is not at the same level as senior Sun Lutang, he should be able to surpass 99% of the extraordinary individuals.

Han Yun's enlightenment was called "using Qi to control strength" and "refining strength like silk." The innate Qi wrapped around the strength, dividing it into countless tiny threads that whipped and twisted together, and then twisted back into one.

When one's Qi moves as one pleases, as easily as using one's own arm or fingers, it can not only bend and straight as desired, combining strength and gentleness, but also possess the power to control cranes and capture dragons.

At this moment, Han Yun's feet were already enveloped by the force of his own innate Qi, connecting him to the earth.

Yang Baoquan wanted to throw Han Yun down, but unless he severed Han Yun's connection with the earth, no matter how many techniques he had, it would be useless.

Yang Baoquan was shocked, but refused to admit defeat.

After all, people fight for their pride, and trees live off their bark. How could I possibly lose to this young man under the watchful eyes of everyone?

He took a deep breath, gripped Han Yun's shoulders with both hands like iron clamps, and at the same time, his right leg suddenly hooked out like a crescent-shaped iron shovel, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.

Seeing this, Han Yun stopped playing. He suddenly raised his hand lightly and placed it on Yang Baoquan's elbow. With a slight turn of his fingertips, the whole movement was smooth and effortless.

Yang Baoquan felt a gentle force coming from his elbow, which instantly spread throughout his body, and he was involuntarily lifted into the air and carried above Han Yun's head.

He was terrified and tried to struggle, but found that all his strength was being pulled by an invisible force, and he was completely unable to resist!
"Snapped!"

Yang Baoquan crashed heavily onto the ring, but felt no pain. Han Yun's throw was a clever way of "putting" him to the ground, rather than a hard fall!

The audience fell silent instantly, everyone staring wide-eyed in disbelief at what they were seeing.

Yang Baoquan slowly got up, looking at Han Yun with a complicated expression. Finally, he bowed deeply and said with relief, "That was great! Young brother, you are indeed a man of great talent!"

Han Yun also stopped and stood still, and said with a smile: "Master Yang's Zhili fast wrestling is well-deserved. I have benefited a lot from it."

Yang Baoquan waved his hand: "Young brother, don't hold back. With your skills, if we really went to fight, I'm afraid I wouldn't last three moves."

These words caused another stir in the audience. No one expected that a wrestling champion would make such a comment about a young man.

Han Yun said seriously, "Master Yang is too modest. I only benefited from being young."

Yang Baoquan smiled and said, "Good, young brother. Not only are you skilled, but you are also humble. Would you do me the honor of joining me at Dingxiang Restaurant tonight?"

Han Yun thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I would be honored to accept your offer."

Yang Baoquan turned to the crowd below the stage, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "The competition ends here for today. Thank you all for coming!"

Although the audience was still enjoying themselves, they knew the competition was over and dispersed.

Then, Yang Baoquan led Han Yun away from the arena.

(End of this chapter)