It felt like he was back to when he first started learning from Zhang Yong.
Yang Yi now worked in the special ward during the day, and spent his afternoons and evenings sparring with Zhang Yong, just as Zhang Yong had said, they were truly going at it now.
Yang Yi felt he had made especially great progress during this time, but the cost was that there wasn't a place on his body that didn't hurt, except for his face,
He was still unable to defeat Zhang Yong, that was certain, but Yang Yi was no longer an opponent Zhang Yong could handle with ease, he needed to go all out.
Sometimes, when two experts sparred, one would take down the other in just one move, it really didn't mean there was a big difference in their skill levels, for among experts, victory or defeat could hinge on a hair's breadth, and the higher the skill level of the contenders, the quicker the outcome was decided.
