Qiao Nancheng's eyes were bloodshot, as he grabbed Ming Xuan's collar and punched him hard, swiftly dodging to the side.
A green tennis ball, with astonishing speed and force, fiercely smashed towards Ming Xuan!
Bang—
It hit right in the face!
Ming Xuan howled, his tall figure over one meter eighty, crashing down to the ground!
Clutching his nose with his hands, the blood flowed from between his fingers, a shocking sight!
The field was in an uproar.
Did Young Master Ji... just hit someone?
"Ji Yebai, what do you mean by this!" Ming Xuan, cursing and swearing, got up, "So what if you're the second young master of the Ji Family, I'm likewise the heir of the Ming Family, are you freaking sick in the head?"
He was covered in dust, his face smeared with blood, looking utterly disheveled.
Ji Yebai, with a grim expression, exuded a powerful aura that overwhelmed everyone; those who were close unconsciously stepped back, instantly forming a vacuum around him.
