Zheng Qing took a punch to the face.
The punch was heavy, heavy enough to send the young wizard flying.
But the true power behind the punch was light. When the fist hit his face, it was painful but not bone-crackingly so. It only left the burning sensation of a swollen face.
Even so, the young grant student was dumbfounded by the sudden punch.
As he was gingerly getting up from the ground, the other members of the Absolution Hunting Team were already rushing over. Xin Fat Man scrambling forward with surprising agility, helping Zheng Qing up.
"Why did you hit me?!"
The young grant student rubbed his face, glancing at Zhang Ji Xin with a hint of anger and confusion. The others turned away purposefully, avoiding his questioning gaze.
"Why? You don't know why?!" Zhang Ji Xin's face turned purple with rage, his retort thunderous. His fists clenched audibly and it seemed he was barely restraining himself from landing another punch on Zheng Qing.
