"Who the hell are you?!" Xiao Han asked coldly.
"I am the head disciple at Jingwu Hall!" the man said with a smile. "My name is Tang Zhan. Kid, today you're going to die by my hands. If you have any last words, speak now to avoid any regrets later."
"Didn't expect much strength, but quite a bit of bravado," Xiao Han said disdainfully.
"Believe it or not, I will kill you," Tang Zhan said, clearly annoyed by the provocation.
"Kill me? You'll need the strength to do so!" Xiao Han sneered, and then said, "Do you have that strength?"
"Take this!" Without waiting for Xiao Han to react, Tang Zhan rushed forward with a lunge and unleashed a series of kicks. The young man was truly ferocious, launching his killer moves without even a warning. The crowd gasped in surprise.
Xiao Han blocked several deadly moves with his palms and nimbly dodged the opponent's attacks.