To yield or to not?

'Why the hell can't I see him move?' Rocky wondered as he felt genuine pressure while facing an opponent for the first time in his life.

Usually when he fought an opponent, he could catch their muscle movements which helped him estimate the direction of their incoming attacks.

It was either their eyes that gave away where they were aiming, or the constriction of their muscles, or if Rocky could not see either, then it was the movement of their limbs which helped him anticipate the direction of their incoming attack, however, with Zhi he could not notice either.

The guy was unreadable, one moment he was in front of him and the other he was attacking from the side.

It was impossible for Rocky to track his movements which made blocking his attack a near impossible task.

*Bam*

*Bam*

*Bam*

*Bam*

Rocky kept getting hit on his bare body with nunchucks non-stop, as he felt every inch of his body hurt and bruise.