Chi Minghai was irritated thoroughly and rushed out. "Who did you say make no attempt to make progress? Do you dare to fight against me?"
That freshman from Eastern Campus sneered, and looking with the corner of his eyes, said, "Your cultivation is too weak. You are not qualified to fight against me."
Hearing that, the female students in Western Campus got indignant, with anger on their faces, and thought that the freshman was too arrogant.
Chi Minghai was at least among the top 10 of the freshmen in Western Campus, but he had been insulted. Was that not an embarrassment for the Western Campus?
"Clash!"
Chi Minghai was at the end of his forbearance and he pulled out his two-meter Zi Yan war knife.
He held the handle of his sword and transferred Genuine Qi into the sword, pulling out a long sword light. He swiped towards that freshman of Eastern Campus.
The freshman chuckled as if he was waiting for Chi Minghai's attack.
"Good!"