He brought his hands up, his Qi flaring with a bright, emerald light. "Let's see if your obscure tricks can stand against the Sky Cloud Palm!" He adopted a combat stance, ready to unleash his sect's fundamental technique.
"Begin!" the Announcer’s voice boomed, a stark contrast to the charged silence between the two combatants. The gong reverberated, a deep, ominous toll.
Xiao Feng lunged, his emerald Qi flaring around his palms, forming two shimmering, green claws. He moved with a speed that spoke of cultivated power, a marked improvement from the clumsy thug who had kicked Jian into the valley. His attacks were direct, powerful, aiming for Jian’s vital points – his head, his chest. He intended to finish this quickly, decisively, to reassert his dominance and impress Ling Tian.
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