Chapter Twelve: The Old Man of Taiji

  In terms of actual combat experience, Lin Chenxuan is top-notch, but his physical strength is not enough. When he encounters a strong opponent, he doesn't have enough physical strength, it's simply courting death!

  The four classes in the afternoon were over quickly, Tong Lianlei had to go home to take care of her father, so she didn't walk with Lin Chenxuan! Besides, they weren't on the same road anyway! So Lin Chenxuan didn't insist either!

  Lin Chenxuan was walking home alone, but his mood was great, just waiting for ten days later to see Han Xiaoxiao's embarrassed look!

  From Hongming Middle School to Lin Chenxuan's place, you need to pass through a small park. In the evening, there are many people exercising here, including square dancing from morning till night!

  Among them, an old man with white hair wearing a white Chinese tunic, practicing Tai Chi caught Lin Chenxuan's attention. Although there were many people practicing Tai Chi, Lin Chenxuan could see that every move this old man made had the power of a thousand pounds!

  This old man is not simple! Lin Chenxuan looked at the white-haired old man with a puzzled face, and was able to punch out such a powerful Tai Chi, definitely not some unknown person!

  "Hey little friend! Why are you always staring at this old man?" The old man put away his stance and gave Lin Chen Xuan a warm smile.

  "Old man, I saw you practicing Tai Chi just now and it looked quite impressive! Who did you learn from?" Lin Chenxuan said in surprise.

  Old man? This guy actually called me old man? The white-haired elder sighed twice and said, "Of course I learned from my master! How about you? Do you want to learn too?"

  "Hmph! I have no interest in these flower racks!" Lin Chenxuan shook his head, although the old man's move was quite impressive, it wasn't suitable for killing people! As for martial arts that couldn't kill people, Lin Chenxuan had no interest in learning them!

  "What? You look down on Tai Chi?" The white-haired old man seemed to be somewhat angry! He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Young man, Tai Chi is the martial art of my Chinese nation that has been passed down for thousands of years! It must have its own reasons for being able to pass down for so long!"

  "Can your Tai Chi kill people?" Lin Chenxuan said calmly, as if killing a person was like killing a chicken to him!

  The old man with white hair was taken aback, it seems that this young man is not simple! At such a young age, he uttered the word "kill" and said it so calmly!

  "Kill? Ha! The martial art itself cannot kill, it depends on how the person who learns it uses it!" The white-haired old man chuckled lightly, a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes. "What? Do you want to try the power of Tai Chi?"

  "Huh? How's that going to work?" Lin Chenxuan suddenly became interested, he also wanted to see just how powerful Taiji was!

  "Come on and hit me!" The old man said with a hint of provocation.

  "Hit you? Old man, are you kidding me? One punch from me and you'll be hospitalized for at least ten days! Forget it! If I hit you, I'd be the one who's unlucky!" Lin Chenxuan shook his head as he looked at the old man, who was at least over seventy years old. How could he bring himself to do that?

  "Haha, little devil, what's wrong? Are you scared? Afraid that this old man will knock you down and humiliate you?" The white-haired old man laughed loudly, intentionally provoking Lin Chenxuan.

  "Haha! You said it yourself!! Old man, you're going down, don't come looking for me!" Lin Chenxuan couldn't stand the provocative words, he used five layers of strength to punch towards the old man's chest.

  The old man sneered and laughed, easily pushing away Lin Chenxuan's incoming fist with a wave of his hand. "Little devil? You haven't eaten yet? Hahaha..."

  Lin Chenxuan's face turned red, and he said seriously, "Old man, I really used my strength!" As he spoke, Lin Chenxuan used all his might to punch the old man's chin heavily.

  The old man smiled slightly, his body slightly tilted, and his palm lightly waved. Lin Chenxuan's fist, which was originally aimed at the old man's chin, was pushed away. Lin Chenxuran missed a punch and immediately countered back, lifted his knee, and rushed straight to the old man's abdomen!

  "What a vicious doll!" The old man secretly shocked, calmly and unhurriedly pressed down with one hand, instantly pressing down on Lin Chenxuan's knee that had just been lifted.

  "Old man, be careful!" Lin Chenxuan's mouth twitched as he used his elbow to heavily strike the old man's neck, but unexpectedly, just as the old man pressed down on Lin Chenxuan's knee, his other hand quickly shot towards Lin Chenxuan.

  "Bang..." Lin Chenxuan's elbow hadn't even hit the old man when he was suddenly pushed away by a massive force! Lin Chenxuan rubbed his chest, opened his clothes to take a look, and saw that on his own chest, there was a blood-red five-finger handprint!

  "Blood-killing Palm? Nonsense! Old man, you cheated! This is not Tai Chi at all!" Lin Chenxuan covered his chest, saying with a difficult expression.

  Lin Chenxuan had heard his master mention the Blood Killing Palm! When one is hit by this palm, all the blood in their body seems to boil and they will die from a massive hemorrhage in an instant! Fortunately, this old man only used a small portion of its power, otherwise he would have died from a complete collapse of his circulatory system!!