But this person actually did such a thing.
Ming Yi's punch landed squarely on the chest of the man in the white robe. His actual cultivation was far inferior to Ning Fengzhi and Ming Yi.
He wasn't even a martial arts grandmaster.
His speed was far beyond what the man could keep up with.
However, Ming Yi had controlled the force of his punch, ensuring it wasn't fatal.
The man's body was sent tumbling in the air by Ming Yi's punch before hitting the ground. He rolled several meters on the ground, and the hood on his head fell off.
His face was finally revealed, visible to all.
Upon seeing that face, Ming Yi's temples throbbed.
Half of the face was normal, but the other half was completely disfigured.
The left side of his face was so badly burned that the features were unrecognizable. The area where the eye should have been was completely destroyed.
And in the place where his eyeball should have been, there was a hollow, a dark, gaping void.
This person's injuries were clearly from burns.
"You, all of you will die… a bunch of hypocrites, whether it's Ming Yi or those old fossils… you all deserve to die… deserve to die!" He struggled on the ground for a moment, then roared in fury as he pushed himself up. Disregarding everything, he lunged at Ming Yi.
"Because of irreversible injuries, you're seeking revenge on society?" Ming Yi seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps asking the man, but he wouldn't get an answer. Facing the frenzied individual, Ming Yi simply sidestepped and delivered a swift hand chop, knocking the man unconscious.
Immediately after, he sat down cross-legged and began to circulate the icy true energy within his body.
Ning Fengzhi also sat down almost at the same time, beginning to regulate the internal issues of his body.
With a wave of his hand, ice appeared, and the slightly blackened tips of his fingers returned to normal.
He had expelled the poison from his body, but he had only absorbed a trace of the toxic mist. Compared to Ming Yi, what he had absorbed was merely a drop in the ocean.
There was still some faint toxic mist remaining, and he could do nothing about it, only pray that it would be infinitely diluted in the air and wouldn't cause any problems.
He would prepare some antidote for Tuan Tuan and Ni Ni later.
In about a minute, Ming Yi removed his mask and spat out a clump of purplish-black ice.
"Done."
Ming Yi put away his mask and stared at the unconscious man, frowning.
The man's attire was indeed identical to that of Tian Yi, the pristine, show-off type.
But this person's actions were completely unlike those of someone who considered themselves pristine and flawless, like Tian Yi.
Could it be because of his injuries?
He leaned closer and examined the man's face.
"Any findings?"
Ning Fengzhi also leaned in. He had just confirmed the condition of the three people over there; they were unharmed, merely unconscious, and their physical injuries had been treated.
This guy must have been the one who treated them.
"I'll go contact Tian Yi's people first…" Ming Yi stood up, picked up his phone, and made a call.
The call was answered quickly, within three seconds.
"Ming Yi, what is it?"
The voice on the other end was somewhat cold.
"I was attacked by someone. He was wearing Tian Yi's uniform." Ming Yi glanced at the person on the ground. "And half his face is burned. Can you explain?"