Color him impressed. He managed to avoid the blows, then lined himself up to deliver a blow to Peterโs chest. He had no notes for Peter. He could tell he trained diligently. Or was it that he was just that gifted? Either way, to spar with a friend was always a treat.
Peter pulled every blow, but shifting stance an observer might not be able to tell from the speed. Three palm strikes aimed at spaces near joints - not to disable his friend but slow him down. Increase his advantages. Take away strengths. Just like Shang had taught him.