Sprawled on the ground, the examiner’s reaction was quick. With a back spring, he flipped back onto his feet.
Although Ling Lan’s punch had seemed very powerful, powerful enough to send the examiner flying, it hadn't actually done much damage to the examiner, only leaving a dark bruise on the examiner’s left cheek. Of course, this perfectly suited Ling Lan’s intent — she had only wanted to prove that they were not so easily bullied.
The examiner stood there unmoving, but his face was an icy wasteland. Lifting his hand to touch the bruise on his face, even though it was numb to the touch, he felt an inexplicable hurt welling up from his heart.
Indeed, it was a hurt mixed with rage along with deep disappointment — he wasn’t angry because Ling Lan had managed to hit him, but because, with that hit, Ling Lan had displayed a selfishness and ruthlessness that he could not condone.
