On the competition stage, Zheng Xianjun wasn't just saying he looked down on Li Yixi.
He truly looked down on her.
A nine-year-old child stepping into the ring to compete, how much strength could she possibly have?
So, Zheng Xianjun felt it would be a joke to take her seriously in the fight.
If he won, people would just say it was an unfair victory anyway.
Thus, Zheng Xianjun gave Li Yixi a three-move head start.
Actually, he had even considered giving her a ten-move head start before.
But after contemplating it, ten moves seemed too condescending.
Three moves were just right.
Allow her three moves, then he would wrap up the fight with ease. That way, even if he won, no one would make a fuss.
After all, it wasn't him who forced this little girl to compete.
On the martial platform, Zheng Xianjun stood with his hands behind his back, saying he would give three moves and did just that, standing there letting the little girl strike at him.
