Zhao nodded slightly at the praise but kept quiet while he was in the zone. What Kaiden didn't know was that it was actually quiet hard for Zhao to stay this quiet while in a fight. He was usually a loud talker in a brawl. Of course, the fights he usually got into were with punks and enemies so he felt no qualms in trash-talking them. This friendly spar was a little different.

Even if he had been deceptive about it. He might apologize for that later. Or he might not.

The feint was met with a twist of Zhao's body to avoid it but his eyes caught sight of the real attack, too, as it began and he switched tactics accordingly. The dodge turned into a block as he brought up his leg to prevent the blow from hitting his knee and took it on his shin instead. He didn't flinch. Despite the vulnerable strike area the Chinese man barely felt a thing, his body hardened from training in styles that conditioned the body to take strong hits.

In a sudden change of tactics, Zhao's movements quickly changed and an attack very much like that of a striking snake flew at Kaiden with the speed of lightning. At the end of it, Zhao dropped back down into the swaying, drunken pose as before as if nothing had happened.