"You're asking for a beating!" Arian could not hold back any longer and threw a punch at the other man. Despite the five-level gap, he did not believe he had no chance at all.
"Hmph! Trash like you? I can knock you over with one hand." The man arrogantly extended his fist again, gathering Qi and colliding with Arian's punch.
Arian was forced back by the blow. The difference in levels still affected the foundation of their strength.
"Then try my sword qi!" Arian clenched his fist again, white sword qi coiling around it as he charged the man once more.
Their fists collided again. This time, the man's expression changed drastically. He sensed that something was wrong. How could someone's strength suddenly change so much? It had even shredded his hand.
He could not afford to get injured before the competition; he still had matches to fight. What was going on with Arian? Had he cultivated some secret technique?
Seeing that he had driven the man back with one punch, Arian immediately snapped back, "Looks like that's all you've got! Just wait. One day, I'll open our martial arts hall in Wind Howl City."
The man's face darkened. He had been forced back by a single punch from a fighter five levels below him. It was simply humiliating! Yet he did not dare continue fighting. Frustration bred resentment as he glared viciously at Arian before turning to leave. "Don't let me run into you in the arena! Otherwise, I'll make sure you're crippled."
"Thank you, Arian. But you provoked that vicious bastard. What if he takes revenge on you in the arena?" Mei looked at Arian with concern.
"Don't worry. Don't we have Mr. Mel? Once the tournament is over, we'll use our three days of cultivation time in