The impact of my thunderous kicks to his shins crumpled him. Nearly brought him to his knees.
He shifted his stance. Switched his lead leg. Shocked his horse.
Still on the offensive, I sank lower and pushed forward– in my horse.
Crack! The sound of my foot connecting with his fresh shin echoed through the Kwoon. I swore the impact shook the weapons and photos on the wall.
I’m flexible but I’d never go for a taller opponents head. I’m short so I prefer low kicks. More efficient. Chop a bigger opponent down to size.
He thought of reaching for his aching leg. I saw it in his eyes. But he retreated into Full Gan Sau instead.
I smiled. “Good… get away.”
He Lurched his shoulders.
I could tell he was frustrated. I saw it in his posture. Training this art would do that to you.
“Simultaneous offense and defense,” I said as I stalked him around the sparring mat. “Both hands.”
I zigged zagged, covering myself at every angle. Batted (pak sau) his hand out of the air. Palm striked him in the jaw. To stun. Not to knock out.
He took a knee.
“Constant forward pressure.” I said. “Coverage. Horse.”
I kept changing angles to keep him busy.
He’s bigger. Wouldn’t dare facing him head on. That’s suicide.
“Always on guard,” I said.
He went for the shoot, but I managed to sink into front horse and spread my legs wide so he couldn’t take my hips, all while dropping elbow and all of my body weight into the back of his neck.
I struck him on his way down to ensure he wouldn’t recover quickly. He’s overly aggressive.
Was he getting angry? He needed to calm himself. Breathe… The impatience of youth.
“Flow with the power,” I said as I backed off of him. “Maintain center-”
He interrupted with a swing to my head.
I weaved back, allowing his punch to fly over me while simultaneously covering and catching him with a low kick he never saw coming.
I’d stabbed him below the belly button with the point of my toes. Pressure point. Couldn’t have felt good.
I wasn’t done. Only the first half of the move.
“We are smaller.” I sprung forward and caught him with a savage Arrow Punch.
My fist and his face collided.
It was ugly. I felt terrible. He should’ve covered.
The impact sent him somersaulting backwards. The impact sent a painful shock up my wrist and into my shoulder.
“Less skilled.” I relaxed my guard and offered him a hand. “Am I missing anything?”
He smiled. Took my hand and allowed me to help him to his feet.
“You okay?” I asked.
He bowed several times. I could tell he was grateful for the lesson. Its why I chose him as a private student. As the one who will continue the legacy.
“Lets go for tea,” I suggested. “Its on me.”