84 Ranking Tournament 4

"I am Ai Luo of Asura Palm. And you are?" The portly youth had a head of blonde hair; it didn't look dyed, but instead natural. He reached a hand to brush his blonde hair off his face, and asked earnestly.

"Garen. White Cloud Gate." Garen raised his hand, put on a Four Major Forms pose, and he instantly sharpened up.

"I'll just stand still and let you hit me, how's that?" the stout youth Ai Luo said, chuckling. "As long as you manage to injure me, you win."

"You idiot!" Jaden outside the ring covered his eyes as he couldn't bear to look.

Bang!

Garen leapt forward, his elbow straight like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the fats of the chest and abdomen of the stout youth.

The layers of white fat started to violently vibrate; fatty ripples formed in the parts that were hit.

Ai Luo's expression changed: his face was pale.

"Go!"