Li Beijue's earlier words seemed to have really provoked Huo Leiting, as the tall man tossed the ball in his hand, leapt agilely, and powerfully spiked the volleyball away—
The small, round white ball flew across to the other side in an instant.
With a thunderous and unstoppable grandeur!
Huo Yi, standing safely outside the field with Nuonuo, acted as the audience. Huo Yi knew Li Beijue's strength, so he was very calm.
The adorable little girl, however, was not so calm. She clutched his coat with one hand, anxiously crying, "Dad... Dad... the ball... hurts..."
"Uncle... Daddy... will hurt... Nuonuo wants to help Daddy... Nuonuo is scared..."
Huo Yi bent down to pick her up, gently comforting her with a smile, "Little Miss, don't worry. Master Jue has never lost in sports."
Nuonuo didn't quite understand what he meant; she was just worried that the big ball would hit her dad and hurt him.
