Li Xiaoyao simply stood casually in front of Cheng Yiyi, without any air of a master, nor did he assume a starting pose like Cheng Yiyi.
Cheng Yiyi frowned and said, "What kind of boxing are you using?"
"Tai Chi."
"Do you know Tai Chi? If you stand there like a fool, by the time I reach you, you'll be too late to even start." Cheng Yiyi was furious inside. Was this man making a joke with her?
Did he really know Tai Chi?
Li Xiaoyao smiled faintly. It seemed this woman was not too annoying, at least, she would remind him.
"I just said, the unity of man and fist requires no extra techniques, those moves are nothing more than fancy tricks."
Cheng Yiyi originally hesitated to strike. After all, beating someone who couldn't fight back was not something she could bring herself to do.
But now, hearing Li Xiaoyao spouting such bold claims, the slight hesitation in Cheng Yiyi's heart had completely dissipated.
