"May I sit next to you?" Jiang Fan asked.
Su Qiuning timidly replied, "Y-yes."
Tang Tianlong, on the other hand, was displeased.
At this moment, not everyone had arrived, and there were plenty of empty seats.
Why insist on sitting next to Su Qiuning?
He said expressionlessly, "Sorry, that seat is taken."
"Please find another spot."
Jiang Fan nodded slightly, "Alright."
Just as Tang Tianlong thought Jiang Fan was about to leave,
Jiang Fan casually swung a slap at him.
Tang Tianlong was both angry and furious.
Attacking him in front of so many elite disciples, was it a show of disdain?
He immediately responded with a punch.
Bang!
The result shocked Tang Tianlong!
With a simple slap, he was sent flying into the wall, making his throat taste of blood.
He had used all his strength to counterattack.
Yet he couldn't withstand the opponent's casual strike!
What kind of strength did this person possess?
The elite disciples present all narrowed their eyes.