Chapter 12: Finding strength through passion (1/2)

Chapter 12: Finding strength through passion

“What? This is what happens when one uses Hidden Power to control the heat and step into the realm where the foot holds the power. Back during the time of Cheng Tinghua, Shang Yunxiang, Fu Jianqiu, Li Cunyi, and Xue Dian, they were all capable of this. Not only that, but their martial arts had transcended to grow past their limits. When I show you Taichi, you will understand what it means for the spirit to become instinct.”

Seeing how shocked Wang Chao was, she spoke, “Come, go inside and shower, I’ll have someone bring you a new set of clothes.”

“How could I dare bother sis with something like this…” Wang Chao muttered.

Tang Zichen waved her hand as if giving an order, “No more talk. Over this week, you will stay here to learn in the already short amount of time we have left.”

Knowing that sis Chen had always meant her word, he didn’t speak any more and went to go shower.

Tang Zichen’s entire villa was expansive; the bathroom on the third floor had already been larger than his entire house. The inside was completely white with some purple and gold decorative designs. Right in the middle of this rich bathroom was an eighty meter squared swimming pool.

Wang Chao began to bathe himself while also taking a look around the bathroom. The absolute wealth of Tang Zichen had positively astounded him to the point of silence.

Although he was curious of his sis’ identity and history, Wang Chao knew better than to ask. This wasn’t something he himself could ask; he would have to practice martial arts and wait for now.

After washing himself, a female servant had left some underwear and outerwear clothes on the cupboard outside for Wang Chao to try on. As he rifled through it, he noticed the style was quite nice, maybe it was a brand name?

But Wang Chao didn’t know which brand it was, or even if it was a brand name since he had never bought one before. Putting on the white sports clothes before looking at the mirror, he noticed that the golden lines on it had matched him quite nicely.

Returning to the lounge, Wang Chao saw Tang Zichen patiently sitting on the sofa. When she saw him, she nodded her head for Wang Chao to sit down as well before turning on the plasma screen television on the wall.

The screen flickered to life before revealing a still image. Then, the image cleared up to show a strong and robust black muscular man punching at a sandbag.

This black man was a figure known to practically everybody. Even Wang Chao knew who he was, it was the “Boxing champion”, Mike Tyson.

The recording on the screen was in black and white, indicating that it was an old film, but it was still very clear.

The Mike Tyson in this recording was still very young, but he continued to punch at the sandbag with heavy blows and an equally strong perseverance. The sweat on his forehead continued to flow down, but despite all of the sweat, his eyes maintained a sharp glare as he continued to pound at the sandbag.

After watching for a moment, Wang Chao realized that Mike Tyson’s right hand was even more furious than the other one. With each blow, the sandbag was constantly knocked high up into the air, and on his naked right arm, the tattoo of a person could be seen.

That was when Wang Chao realized the tattoo was of the founder of a republic. It was the tattoo of Chairman Mao.

“Pi!” Tang Zichen turned off the television and turned to Wang Chao, “To practice martial arts requires one to be hardworking and to be enthusiastic about it. The most important thing is to have passion. If a scholar is passionate, then his writing will be poetic and forthcoming and will be able to write out amazing poems or songs. Martial arts is like this as well. If one is passionate, then they will be able to have an amazing way of technique. Tyson had found something from the chairman’s past that allowed him to feel passionate and from that passion, he found strength. This is the profound secret of the Xingyi style. Martial arts require passion to be mixed in it, and from that you will be entranced! Otherwise, no matter how much you practice, you will never reach such a high level of mastery. At the very most, you will be nothing more than a machine. This is the mysterious yet true way of life.”

Wang Chao began to think to himself, “Finding strength through passion…”

“You might not understand now, but the road ahead is long and hard. You’ll find it as you travel on it.” Tang Zichen spoke. “Let’s go eat some food, then I’ll teach you the secrets to the fighting style of Bagua.”

“En, let me tell my family first that I found a part time job over the winter break.” Wang Chao suddenly thought about his family. Hurriedly calling back home, he spun a detailed lie for his family to hear, and after an extraneous amount of time, he had finally convinced both his father and mother. Putting down the telephone, Wang Chao realized that his lips were suddenly dry so he gulped down the tea that was right next to him noisily.

Tang Zichen laughed as she waited for him to finish. The both of them then walked towards the dining hall where a variety of luxurious dishes were already set on the table; all of which composed of some stir fry, fish soup, and some light vegetables.

Wang Chao’s fingers moved about from both hands as he began to grab at the dishes and pile the food onto his own plate happily.

At this, Tang Zichen smiled, showing an affectionate manner that an elder sister would give towards her younger brother.

Resting after the meal, Tang Zichen brought Wang Chao to a giant exercise room.