Watching the fun and being part of the crowd was a very happy thing.
But when that fun, that melon, came crashing down onto your own head, it felt awful.
Jiang Ming had just been standing in the crowd, thinking about what Vice Dean Qian had told him earlier. He had been a good dozen meters away from the center of the fight!
At that distance, even if a fight broke out, there was no way he should have been caught up in it all at once.
And yet, Jiang Ming was just that lucky—he got dragged into it.
If his senses had not been sharp enough for him to release his Martial Soul in time and use his only defensive Soul Skill, that Rank 3 Soul Ray would have blasted straight toward his forehead!
And that Sword Shadow—what was that about?!
Jiang Ming looked at the senior students brawling not far away, his eyes narrowing slightly. At that moment, he had only one thought.
You can have your group fight all you want, but if you dare hit me, I'll flip you all over!
Jiang Ming lifted his foot and stomped on the floor tiles, his whole body shooting into the center of the battlefield like a cannonball!
The yellow-haired youth and the Purple-Haired Boy, who were in the middle of exchanging blows, saw Jiang Ming charge straight in and both assumed he belonged to the other side.
But when they saw the school uniform, they realized he was a first-year junior.
At that, both of them frowned and shouted almost at the same time:
"Don't come over!"
In a chaotic melee like this, if a first-year junior suddenly rushed in and accidentally got hit by some Soul Skill, he could very well be seriously injured!
Seeing that Jiang