Ye Qiu stepped on his Tai Chi, remaining almost within a circle no more than a meter in diameter, striking with his hands, at times forcefully, at times gently. However, it was precisely this seemingly alternating strong and weak attack that made Ji Wuming grow increasingly frustrated as they fought.
Ye Qiu was like a rubber ball; a strong push, and he'd effortlessly deflect it, if the force was weak, it would be reversed by Ye Qiu's Cloud Hands, damaging the muscles and bones.
His moves were simple and unadorned, yet they somehow made it difficult for Ji Wuming to prevail, even draining a significant amount of his strength.
Ye Qiu's mind was calm, serene as still water. Ji Wuming's every attack no longer appeared shadowy and swift, catching one off guard, in his eyes. An aura enveloped Ye Qiu, preemptively sensing any attack from Ji Wuming from any angle, allowing him to counter effectively.