Yuan Shanshan felt like laughing, but she held it back. This guy was still showing off even at this point, impressive indeed.
She focused on the stage, on the battle that was about to erupt, eagerly wanting to know what kind of power Yang Fan, this guy from the mountains, would unleash. She never thought this guy could win, unless a miracle happened since the gap between the two was just too wide. Yang Fan's flashy but ineffective martial arts wouldn't stand a chance in front of this muscular man.
...
The muscular man was out of patience, striding towards Yang Fan, his clenched fists making a crisp sound as his knuckles collided. Without any hesitation or thought of holding back, he struck with full force just like he did against every challenger that stood there before him.
His hammer-like fist roared towards Yang Fan, who did not confront it head-on but dodged it with a swift move.
Yang Fan wasn't going to make a move before he figured out the opponent's strength.
