Lan Wangji keeps evading his moves, his movements fluid like water.

"Neither. The problem is, you need to find the weakness of your opponent."

He blocked his palm strike easily enough, recognizing the type of attack with his own palm strike. However, he can see his attacks. "Yunmeng Jiang style. I know your attacks." He steps back, reading his moves, and when Wei Ying leaves himself open, a lesson must be learned.

After looking seemingly passive, Lan Wangji lunges forward and strikes at specific meridians on his body, and then charges forward to pin him to the mat, clutching at his throat to block his airway.