In the Iron Block Style Dojo located on the southern side of Delacruz City, Yuki was sparring with Zheng Lunnao.
"Pay attention to coordination! The coordination of hands and feet! Rhythm!" Zheng Lunnao chided while swinging his arms to intercept Yuki's punches, "You must be slacking off again! Your footwork is a mess! Advance! At this moment, you shouldn't follow my retreating rhythm to strike, but rather find a way to attack when I lift my foot, stealing a beat and entering your own rhythm!"
Yuki nodded and called out, "Yes!"
He had been trying hard to grasp the "rhythm" that the instructor and master had talked about. According to the master, every expert understood "rhythm." Watching an expert throw punches was enjoyable because their movements contained a personal rhythm—like a kind of individualized musical style, it was a work of art.
But it seemed Yuki's artistic cultivation was quite low.
A few minutes later, the youth was knocked down by Zheng Lunnao.
