A Lesson

"Careful now. This is a combat stance, not the Tai Chi Boxing old men and old ladies practice in the park."

Yang Baoguo reminded Chen Cheng.

He then assumed a bow stance, raised his hands, and met Chen Cheng head-on.

Chen Cheng, meanwhile, used the only basic boxing art he had learned completely from beginning to end to attack Yang Baoguo.

"Left Single Whip, right Grasp the Sparrow's Tail, forward rush with Brush Knee and Twist Step, followed by Step Forward, Parry, Block, and Punch."

As Yang Baoguo exchanged blows with Chen Cheng, he recited the names of the moves he used, sending Chen Cheng stumbling back several steps with a direct chain of attacks.

Chen Cheng reached up and patted the spot on his chest that had been struck. A smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Strong fist force. Again."

Chen Cheng closed in, borrowing the short bridge techniques of Wing Chun as he tried to use his powerful physique to suppress Yang Baoguo at close range.

Yet Yang Baoguo remained unhurried, continuing to call out the names of his moves even as he punched.

"Opening and Closing Hands, Right Single Whip, Raise Hands and Step Forward to Stroke and Press, followed by Opening and Closing Hands, Wild Horse Parts Its Mane."

But Chen Cheng suddenly used Iron Bridge, bringing his back almost entirely flush with the ground to evade the punch. At the same time, he slapped the ground with his right palm, borrowing the force to turn his body to the right. He struck the ground once more and sprang up, launching a Crushing Fist straight at Yang Baoguo's back.

"Left Split Kick, Cover Hand and Right Push, Turn and Push Palm."

With a bang, Yang Baoguo used one hand to deflect Chen Cheng's Crushing