Feng Fan barely had time to raise his arms as Zheng Tao's kick shot toward his chest. With no solid footing to absorb the impact, he instinctively stepped back, dispersing the force.
"The defense could use work, but good reaction," Zheng Tao said, his voice calm. His movements, however, never stopped.
After Zheng Tao kicked Feng Fan, his leg didn't come back to its previous spot, but he used to momentum to launch a straight punch at Feng Fan's face.
Feng Fan was ready. He knew Zheng Tao wouldn't let him catch his breath. He ducked, feeling the rush of air above his head.
Taking advantage of his lowered stance, Feng Fan twisted his hips and drove an uppercut toward Zheng Tao's chin.
Zheng Tao grinned. At the last second, he tilted his head back, dodging the punch by a hair's breadth. "That's the way, kid—never let your opponent breathe."