As if he couldn't wait to pummel Xu Qi on the ground, Zhang Han charged forward, his qi like a wild beast pouncing at its prey.
Xu Qi knew he couldn't face him head-on yet so he gathered his qi and called for the primal elements of wind to carry him out of his path. He floated away gently and elegantly, drawing gasps of admiration from the female populace of the crowd.
Zhang Han naturally didn't stop at that. He changed direction as soon as he noticed Xu Qi getting out of his way, the primal elements of earth resonating around his feet, making the ground he was trudging on crack under his weight.
His fist was like a meteor coming down to crush Xu Qi into the ground. He wanted to win so overwhelmingly to dispel the doubt that Xu Qi was at his level despite the disparity in strength. He did try the same thing back then in the training hall but it was milder because he was still afraid of the consequences but now in this stage, holding back was the last thing in his mind.
