Ji Rong punched through a tree

The blast fizzled in his hands as a booming warcry blasted the fog from the vicinity and a golden hand seized him by the throat,, and swung the scarred boy away, smashing him bodily through one of the trees still standing with a splintering crack. As she watched, Gan Guangli climbed to his feet, gleaming armor scuffed and dirtied, the fading phantom of a serene many armed figure fading like morning mist from the air behind him. “You are still too arrogant Ji Rong!” Gan Guangli shouted, even as his subordinates began to regroup around him. “Do you…”

Tournament 5