Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 43: Experiencing the "Killing Arts

"Indeed, real combat is much better than working behind closed doors."

Wang Ye nodded.

Only when fists truly land on an enemy, when experiencing that adrenaline surge firsthand, can he gain a deeper understanding of martial arts.

It’s difficult to truly grasp the essence of emitting force and movement when pondering alone.

Because no matter what kind of martial art, its origin is two words— "killing." All the routines and emitting force techniques of Tai Chi, if traced back, were actually created for killing. If a trainer hasn’t even shed a drop of blood or truly landed a punch on an enemy, how can they personally grasp the intent behind this martial art?

Although modern martial arts have declined, and their overall lethality is far less than modern combat sports.

But as a basic street self-defense technique, it’s still sufficient. After all, many emitting force techniques in martial arts still have their merits in the modern combat system. It’s just that the overall movements and routines can sometimes be a bit cumbersome, not as straightforward and concise as modern fighting.

Wang Ye slightly closed his eyes, practicing Tai Chi while carefully reflecting on the insights from his battle against that murderer today.

Meanwhile, the Tai Chi skill level on the panel in front of him began to skyrocket at an incredible speed.

Originally, an hour of practice could only increase his efficiency by 5%, but this doubled immediately. In just three hours, his Tai Chi skill level had surprisingly surged by 30%!

Until nightfall.

Dusk gradually appeared.

Only then did Wang Ye slowly wind down, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.

After this round of training, his Qi sensitivity had made significant progress. That mysterious and elusive feeling of Qi seemed to transform into a thin silk thread, enveloping the ends of his arms, allowing him to unleash a whipping force at will.

Each bone seemed to split into hundreds of pieces, becoming a supple yet firm cable-like long whip, with a casual flick delivering destruction weighing over a thousand pounds.

Wang Ye fully absorbed the insights in his mind, gradually detaching from the state of Tai Chi.

Then he glanced at his watch.

18:23

It was already past six in the evening.

Wang Ye slumped on the sofa, flipped through the Meituan APP, and eliminated options like fried chicken, barbecue, and pizza, choosing a relatively clean-looking takeaway instead.

He then opened the phone function and called his mother.

Beep beep.

A brief three seconds passed.

His mother answered the call and inquired:

"Hello, Xiaoye, what’s up, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, just ordered some takeaway." Wang Ye responded and continued, "I’ve already booked two rooms at the hotel here, I’ll send you the address in a bit. Come over as soon as you’ve had dinner, get some rest early, you’ll need to wake up at five in the morning."

"Five o’clock? That early?" his mother was surprised, "Alright, alright, I’ll let your dad know. You should also go to bed early, get some good rest and prepare for tomorrow’s competition. Don’t worry about us."

"Okay, hurry then."

After reminding them, Wang Ye hung up the phone.

He then opened Meituan and checked the delivery status of his order.

No rider had accepted the order yet.

It’s expected to be delivered in about half an hour.

Wang Ye put down his phone and rubbed his empty stomach.

"Damn, I’m starving."

With no other choice, Wang Ye retrieved three Comvite energy gels from the side of his canvas shoulder bag, tore open the packaging, and begrudgingly replenished some nutrition.

The overly sweet and sour energy gel with a hint of strange flavor was truly not tasty.

If it weren’t for the lack of restaurants nearby, he wouldn’t ordinarily consume such nutritionally simplistic sports supplements.

After finishing three energy gels, the sugars quickly converted into glycogen, allowing Wang Ye to regain some physical strength.

Subsequently, he tossed the trash into the bin, collapsed back onto the bed, and minimized his energy consumption while waiting for the takeaway to be delivered.

The only downside to evolution is that it consumes a lot and makes you hungry easily.

And given Wang Ye’s current low body fat state, hunger is genuinely fatal. If he doesn’t address it, it won’t be long before he experiences hypoglycemia symptoms.

Others might just feel a bit weak after a day of hunger.

If Wang Ye were hungry for a whole day, he might nearly lose his life.

"I suppose after this marathon, I’ll need to try increasing my food intake, storing some more fat, otherwise it might become really dangerous," Wang Ye muttered to himself.

About ten minutes later.

The doorbell of the room rang.

Wang Ye immediately got up, opened the door, and took the takeaway from the delivery guy in a yellow parka.

The takeaway he ordered consisted of five servings of pork trotters rice and a 1-liter bottle of cola.

Wang Ye placed the heap of takeaway bags on the table, set aside the other four pairs of disposable chopsticks, and began to enjoy the five servings of pork trotters rice alone.

Both the pork trotters rice and the cola are high-calorie, high-sugar, and oily foods. This meal alone adds up to at least three to four thousand calories, equivalent to two days’ intake for a normal person.

This surplus of energy won’t immediately convert into fat in a short time but will be stored as glycogen in the muscles, serving as an instant energy source to aid his exercise.

In essence, it means he can use fewer energy gels while running tomorrow, wasting less time, and his muscles will be stronger.

This is one of the reasons why Wang Ye allows himself such indulgence when it comes to eating.

But this binge-eating method is only suitable for someone like Wang Ye with a bizarrely strong digestive system.

If a normal person were to eat this much, they might suffer from excessive gastrointestinal burden due to the large intake of food in a short time, leading to various issues affecting their competition state.

Wang Ye spent half an hour tackling the five servings of pork trotters rice.

He put down his chopsticks, massaged his cheeks, sore and swollen from prolonged chewing, unscrewed the cap of the cola by his side, and gulped the last sip down his throat.

Instantly, the fizzy liquid glided through his mouth, washing down the remaining food residue in his throat.

Wang Ye burped loudly, rubbing his belly.

Subsequently, he made another phone call, went downstairs to the hotel, and brought his parents up to his room.

After all this was done, it was already around nine o’clock.

Once his parents had unpacked and fallen asleep, Wang Ye quietly slipped out and strolled around the street a few times, brushing up on his Running and Rapid Step skill levels.

By around eleven, Wang Ye returned to the hotel, enjoyed a relaxing hot bath in the hotel tub, and dawdled until midnight before finally going to bed.

...

...

The next day.

May 1st

Early Morning,

5:01

Wang Ye was awakened by an alarm.

He sat up from the bed and immediately changed into his competition vest and sports shorts.