Ji Rong catches Arrow

A pale arrow, it’s barbed head aglow with toxic purple light, was snatched out of the air before it could hit him, the scarred boys luminous aura sparking and hissing where it met poisonous qi in the instant before the arrow was reduced to charred ash, and then he was upon them. A sound like a temple gong rang out as his fist struck gleaming metallic qi spread in a wave from the two locked shields below him, but it only took an instant for cracks to spiderweb out from the point of impact.

Tournament 5