Jiang Yingying picked the heaviest bat.
Once this bat is swung, the impact of the ball is exceptionally strong too.
The noise in the field gradually died down, everyone was watching to see what she was up to.
She lifted the hammering bat, and decisively swung it. The wooden ball swished out.
But not towards those few holes, it flew directly at Zhu Biao who was standing slightly apart.
Her eyes, usually as serene as highbrow spring snow, were now full of blazing light, fixed firmly on that ball.
By the time Zhu Biao reacted, the ball was already right in front of him.
With his skills, he could have avoided it.
But when he met Jiang Yingying's gaze, he hesitated momentarily, and in that instant, lost the chance.
Bang!
The small ball hit him hard on the face, the force so great that Zhu Biao staggered backward two steps, his expression changed dramatically.
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
