Ji Rong palm strike lightning bolt

It all came to an end a moment later, when a sizzling wire of crimson qi snaked out from the palm shaped crater to coil around Gan Guangli’s ankle, and give it a single, sharp tug as the giant recovered from a swing of his massive fist. Gan Guangli stumbled then, falling to one knee, and then Ji Rong was there, both of his palms pressed against the scuffed expanse of Guangli’s chestplate. A blast of lightning as thick as a man’s torso erupted from her peers back then, his cry of pain drowned out by the boom of thunder that erupted a moment later.

Tournament 5