He froze, and instinctively reached to touch his right cheek, seeming to feel something warm and wet.
He looked at it before his eyes.
A shade of crimson.
"What is this... Is this... blood?"
"What is this feeling, why does it feel like... there's some pain?"
He muttered to himself, and just as he finished speaking, his previously dazed face twisted into a grimace, as a massive pain surged from his face.
"Ah—pain—"
The scream echoed throughout the hall, shocking all those who stood frozen in place. Their faces were filled with disbelief as they looked at Xiao Zheng, who stood motionless like frost,
then to Ye Zhengyang, who was rolling on the ground like a dying dog, their expressions drastically changed.
Ye Zhengyang convulsed wildly on the ground, clutching his right hand against the face beat bloody by Xiao Zheng's slap, the cries continued unceasingly. He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Xiao Zheng,
