His Qi flooded his meridians, erupting to cover his fist in soft, crackling flames. The power was so bad compared to his mana techniques... But he caught Zhao Jun's constricted pupils and hastening breath in the bleacher and it was all he wanted to achieve.
'Watch carefully, viper.'
His robes flapped as he blurred to Zhang Wei. His right foot slid forward, his leg firmly planted on the ground as his hips rotated.
"My punches are weak? Let's see how far you can fly."
Before Zhang Wei could understand what happened, his fist exploded forward displacing air with horrible momentum.
SHATTER
The noise of shattering teeth deafened the arena as his fist collided with the fool's mouth.
The jaws collapsed, his mouth dropping open as the flames licked his darkening skin. More importantly, the impact sent him rocket like a ragdoll to the bleachers.
"Hope you'll like my present, elder. A well-taught disciple one!"
