Xiong Lishi strode toward Ding Ling, and Ding Ling slowly walked toward Xiong Lishi as well.
Once the two drew near.
Xiong Lishi swung a fist at Ding Ling's abdomen without the slightest hesitation. He was clearly following the principle he had agreed on with the television station's executives beforehand: he did not launch a devastating blow at Ding Ling's head right from the start.
Ding Ling merely smiled faintly. He reached out, seized Xiong Lishi's hand, then twisted, turned, and pulled. Xiong Lishi was dragged forward uncontrollably for more than a dozen steps, almost losing his balance and falling flat on his face.
He was utterly astonished. After quickly steadying himself, he looked at Ding Ling and asked warily, "What martial art did you just use?"
"Tai Chi."
"..."
Xiong Lishi was speechless. "Who are you trying to fool? I know Tai Chi too. It's just fancy moves with no practical use!"
"That's because you haven't grasped the essence of Tai Chi."
This staged match between Ding Ling and Xiong Lishi was being livestreamed to the public in its entirety.
Nearly everyone in the crowd had a phone. As long as they had a phone, they could record and livestream!
Many people held their phones high, pointing them at Ding Ling and Xiong Lishi. Although the surroundings were noisy, Xiong Lishi had a booming voice that carried a long way. Ding Ling's voice was not loud, but it possessed extraordinary penetration and could still be heard clearly by the crowd dozens of meters around them.
Of course, this was a range Ding Ling was deliberately controlling. Otherwise, his voice could easily cover the entire Earth, or even the Milky Way Galaxy!
Although fighting Xiong Lishi posed no challenge whatsoever, the process of controlling his own strength, confronting an ordinary