"Bajiquan emphasizes breaking through the door, and its style is close combat, tough and direct,"
On a sunny and warm morning, next to the shedding phoenix tree on the lawn, a white Labrador sniffed around in a pile of leaves. Wang Yang, dressed in sportswear, hadn't finished his sentence when he suddenly closed in on Jessica, who was tying her ponytail, and said, "But this kind of close-range fighting, is it asking to be hit? No, we get close not to let others hit us, but to hit them."
Jessica nodded seriously, as today was her first day learning practical fighting techniques. She asked hesitatingly, "So, you mean when breaking through the door, it's easy to get hit." Wang Yang smiled, slowly threw a few punches, and said, "Of course, the one who initiates the attack is always the most likely to expose their weaknesses. So even when attacking, we always use one hand for defense. Come on, throw a punch at me, a straight punch."