"Tai-Tai-Tai...Taiji?"
The cheeky cat stared blankly at Yang Zhen, recalling the words he had once said to it.
"In our village, there's a badass prowess known as Taiji. It encompasses almost everything under the sun and matches the strength or weakness of the opponent. There is no martial skill stronger than Taiji, neither is there any weaker than it."
At that time, the cat had dismissed this claim. After all, there was no such thing as the best or worst martial skill in the world.
"What if the opponent was just an ordinary human? How weak will Taiji become?" The cat raised a tricky question, seemingly searching for flaws.
The cat distinctly remembered Yang Zhen's reply: Taiji will then be reduced to the exercise moves of seniors in the park — just ordinary seniors.
Damn it, hearing about such a peculiar 'prowess', the cat was intrigued. However, when it asked Yang Zhen to demonstrate, Yang allegedly claimed he had forgotten!
