167 Tensions In and Out the Field.

In the heat of the game, it was Mo Chang's fourth chance at bat for the inning.

With Jin Tianyu incapacitated from the spiritual pressure of Yang Wei's last pitch, a new catcher from Team 1 took his place.

A male junior disciple in the team.

Mo Chang hoisted the dao bat onto his shoulder, shooting a venomous glare at Yang Wei.

"Oh?" Never ready to take someone like Mo Chang seriously or give him respect, Yang Wei flashed a grin and quipped, "Whoa, if looks could kill, I'd be pushing up daisies by now... what is with you people and being so competitive."

Mo Chang's blood boiled, but he clenched his teeth and held onto the bat handle tighter. To him, this was no game, he was doing his best to make sure Mu Lingxi could notice him, as something more than just a guard assigned by her father. "Just throw the darn ball already," he spat out.

Yang Wei nodded and hurled the ball at lightning speed.

WOOOOSSH!