Whoosh!
When Ye Feng's palm landed on the shoulders of Class Four's members, the exhausted fellows, who were walking as slow as turtles, suddenly became like rabbits injected with adrenaline, howling and darting forwards with a burst of speed.
In just a few breaths' time, the worn-out guys from Class Four had astonishingly left the wolves of Qingyuan University's Management Department in the dust behind them.
Even the girls with poorer physical constitutions possessed an amazing speed that the running champions of the other team could not catch up to.
What in the world did this guy do?!
Nie Qingwu was dumbfounded.
She was certain that Class Four's remarkable performance had something to do with the palm that Ye Feng had slapped on them.
But a single slap causing such an outburst of power was almost too incredible to believe.
