In an instant, all the students of the West Courtyard were dumbfounded. There's a saying: "Don't hit the face when you beat someone; don't insult their mother when you curse someone."
With just a slap, Ling Feng sent He Zhonglei flying. Wasn't that a bit too arrogant?
Ling Feng chuckled coldly as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the lonely Black Hawk Flag, and walked slowly to He Zhonglei with cruel steps.
A match?
Sorry, this could no longer be called a match. It was a "massacre!"
Everyone was as dumb as a wooden chicken, all staring blankly at Ling Feng.
So He Zhonglei and his group had fun hitting others just now, now it was their turn!
After a long while, West Courtyard instructor, Lee Muuqing, finally reacted, shouting loudly, "You bastard, you're maliciously injuring people! This is not a competition!"
Immediately, students from the East Courtyard stood up to argue.