Li Chang'an stood his ground, a faint, calm smile still on his face. "Young Master Qin, the match has begun. Isn't it time to stop with the trash talk?"
As soon as the starting whistle blew, Qin Hai charged forward. He was incredibly fast, his qi and blood circulating smoothly—the clear mark of a meticulously trained scion from a prominent family.
Li Chang'an, however, remained completely unfazed. He simply stood his ground, waiting for Qin Hai's attack.
Just as Qin Hai's fist was about to smash into his face, Li Chang'an suddenly sidestepped, evading the attack. He then casually struck out, landing a palm on Qin Hai's shoulder.
Qin Hai felt a tremendous force wash over him, sending him staggering back several steps. The color instantly drained from his face.
He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You think you can beat me with just that? Dream on!"
