"What's your name?"
As he spoke, Wang Yu walked up to Zheng Shuang, already taking an interest in the man before him. Just from his stance, it was apparent that he had a solid foundation, a promising apprentice indeed; yet he also seemed a bit too proud and needed some guidance.
"Zheng Shuang."
When Zheng Shuang answered the question, his eyes were fixed on Wang Yu's hands, ready to defend against any sudden attack from Wang Yu.
Wang Yu nodded and said, "You're quite good!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Wang Yu suddenly swung his arms.
Already on guard, Zheng Shuang instantly stepped back, raising his hands to protect his chest and head, in case Wang Yu launched a punch to his upper body.
However, Wang Yu's arm swing was merely a feint, a deception, for the real strike was with his leg.
All at once, Wang Yu raised his left leg in a single-legged stance and swept it across towards Zheng Shuang's head.
