"Try attacking me with your best method."
"No, the power and technique in your kick aren't bad, but the placement is wrong."
"A fist would be more suitable in this situation."
"Again."
"Idiot! Have you forgotten why you were beaten last time?"
.....
BANG!
Lu Yuan had lost count of how many times Lin Zhiquin had effortlessly tossed him aside. Although Lin Zhiquin wasn't using much force, and the floor was covered with soft mats, being thrown repeatedly still hurt.
Lu Yuan sucked in a sharp breath, getting up from the soft mats for the nth time. His back and buttocks were starting to feel numb.
Lin Zhiquin stood less than five meters away, perfectly still. He hadn't moved an inch from his original position.
To Lu Yuan, he seemed like an insurmountable mountain.
I *have* to take you down!
