His left leg abruptly shot forward, snaking through the air right towards Hao Xuan's face.
But Hao Xuan's eyes were focused on his hands and it was not until the white blur that was Tasgall's leg was barely a few inches away from him that he finally reacted.
His right hand moved slightly to left and with the smallest of movements tapped Tasgall's leg, moving it ever so lightly away.
But Tasgall was waiting for exactly that and using the momentum of his kick he closed the distance between them.
Tasgall was a very experienced close-range fighter. His abilities weren't anything special but the key to success, at least for him, lied in an amalgamation of fast and powerful punches and kicks to the opponent's weak points.
Hao Xuan blinked and Tasgall had vanished from his sights. He felt the air move in front of his chest so using the explosive power of his own inhumane body, he turned to the right side, just in time to see the air explode right where his face was.